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Sorry I haven’t written any stories in so long. Hope everyone can forgive me. I posted 3 today. Let me know how they were. It’s been quite a while. 😃

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Couples Trip (fiction)

Paul and Sean had only been dating for a few months when they decided to take a trip overseas together. They arrived in Thailand excited to get to know each other more intimately and make some memories together. They checked into their hotel and headed out. Paul and Sean were starving but it was already pretty late. The two guys hit up the local street vendors and made their way through 5 or 6 different dishes. They then went to a local bar to have a few drinks before heading back.

Paul woke up first in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am. He let out a silent fart that smelled atrocious. He realized he would need the toilet soon. Paul was afraid to go in the hotel room. Although him and Sean had known each other for quite some time now, they had never had this type of situation arise.

He made his way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. He flipped the switch for the fan but nothing turned on. “Fuck”, Paul mumbled under his breath. There was no sound buffer. He dropped his underwear down and took a seat. His ass erupted loudly with a slew of watery shit. His face turned bright red. Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Ummmmm I’m gonna be a few minutes babe”, Paul said.

“I can’t wait. I need to go right now”, Sean replied in a worried tone.

Paul stood up, quickly flushed and unlocked the door. Sean sprinted past him and ripped his underwear down before collapsing onto the bowl. A never ending explosion of shit filled the bow. Sean was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up at Paul. A second even looser wave broke the silence of the room.

“I’m so sorry. That food must’ve really tore up my stomach”, Sean said to Paul, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’m having the same issue. Which speaking of that, we need to swap places”, Paul said while bouncing back and forth on each foot.

But this point both guys had their underwear completely off and were traded places back and forth to unload. This time while Paul was shaking in pain, Sean lightly massaged his stomach. Paul passed a few more watery waves before Sean sat again to do the same.

The street food had given both guys food poisoning and they spent the next two days practically living on the toilet. They didn’t bother to shut the door as all privacy had left them. Over those two days, Sean and Paul got to know each other on a very personal level which helped strengthen their relationship. They both promised to avoid the street vendors for the rest of the trip.

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Open Stalls on the Beach (fiction)

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.

Two other young guys walked in to use the urinals. “Woah, look at this dude wiping his ass!”, the one yelled out. Charles turned bright red. He grabbed some more paper and wiped again. His hairy ass was on display for anyone and everyone to see. It took four more passes to finish and by that point his neighbor in the next stall was long gone. He pulled up his trunks and fled the men’s room as fast as he could. On the walk back to his car, the two guys who walked in on him were on the beach. They notice Charles and pointed him out to their friends and laughed. Charles got in his car and sped off.

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Constipated in the Men’s Room (fiction)

Gary arrived to the office at his normal time of 7:45am. He preferred to arrive a bit early so he could hit the men’s room to start his day off. Even though he was in his 50s now, he was still able to enjoy a healthy shit. Most days he had no issue taking his shit but he’d been constipated the past three days. He grabbed his newspaper and headed off. When he swung the door open, the bright lights flashed on, indicating that he’d have some privacy. Gary was never shy about going but he knew this shit would take some work so he hoped to be alone.

He chose the last of three stalls and slowly closed the door. He hung his suit coat up and slowly unbuckled his belt. He let his black pants fall to his ankles and he mounted the bowl. Within seconds of sitting down, his cock began gushing a long and loud piss into the water.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Gary moaned in relief.

He pulled out his newspaper and flipped to the sports section. A tiny but loud fart escaped his cheeks. Gary began to grunt a bit, “aughhhhh”. A few small pebbles of shit plonked into the bowl. He could feel a massive shit right near the exit but knew he needed to really work if he wanted to get it out. Just then, the door swung open and Gary heard the familiar click of dress shoes on the floor. Someone quickly took the first stall. Gary bent down and immediately recognized the shoes as those of Nick, the young buck of the office.

Nick dropped trou and collapsed onto the toilet with seconds to spare. An avalanche of shit blew out him in loud fashion. Nick sighed in immense relief. Gary could barely sit there since the stench was so bad. Nick courtesy flushed but the damage had been done. Trying again to focus on his own shit, Gary began massaging his stomach and grunting again, “oooooh”.

“Sounds rough over there”, Nick said.

“Yeah….didn’t sound too rough for you”, Gary replied.

“I’d been holding this shit in for 45 minutes on the train but goddam if I don’t feel amazing now”, Nick said laughing.

Gary went back to grunting, trying to keep his noises down to a minimum but it was no use. He had to bear down much harder which meant even louder grunting. “Hmmmph”, Gary moaned in a much deeper and louder tone.

“There you go pal, let it out”, Nick responded.

Gary ignored him and felt his shit getting close. “Argggh”, he said this time as a slow crackle began to emanate from his cheeks. He was out of breath and sweating by this point. Gary have another hard push and a log splashed loudly into the bowl below him.

“Wheeeeeew”, Gary sighed in sweet relief. He looked between his legs and saw a monster log in the bowl. He couldn’t believe how big it was and hoped the toilet could handle it when he flushed. He only needed a single wipe. He flushed but the log didn’t break up. Gary’s face went red and he quickly exited the stall while leaving the log for the next guy to worry about. As he washed his hands, he heard Nick let out another wave of loose shit. He raced to the exit before the smell hit him again.

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Work Stall Blow Out

so this is a story based on a recent experience of mine.

so it’s lunch time in the office I work at and I had just finished eating. I hadn’t had much, but I bring one of those big water bottles in to the office everyday, and I end up refilling it like three times a day. So At this point my bladder is just absolutely full. I can feel all the pee in me sloshing around and I just know I’m going to be bursting any second now. So I get up and hurry to the Men’s Room. Only the Men’s Room on our floor is being cleaned. I let out a low moan and ball my fists up at my sides, holding back the urge to hold my aching bladder. So I back track and head upstairs to the tenth floor. This is the floor where we tend ti have conference meetings, and thus it is almost always empty.

I hurry inside, fumbling with my black belt as I feel the hot yellow flood pounding on the tip of my cock waiting to be released. The urinal is occupied so I bite my lip and throw open the door to the nearest stall. At this moment my only thought is to make sure I don’t make a complete fool of my self and end up loading my pants right in front of the toilet!

I’m bursting, as I yank down my trousers and my blue briefs and drop down onto the porcelain bowl, a hot jet of piss blasting against its inside. The feeling is euphoric! I lean back against the toilet seat, pressing my hand against deflating bladder. “AAHHhhhh~”

But it turns out I wasn’t the only desperate dude in the office. After pissing like a horse for what feels like forever, my stream starts to trickle off just as I hear the bathroom door swings open. I see the shiny black shoes, black socks and gray dress pants of one of my coworkers as they scurry past my stall and to the furthest one. They muttered a curse as they push open the stall door and quickly slam it close as they begin unbuckling their belt.

Normally I probably wouldn’t have stuck around, but I recognized the shoes of my co-worker Jayson, a good looking blond twenty-something who’d grandfather was one of the company’s bigwigs. Jayson was hot in that preppy suit and tie kind of way. Always put together. Nice but quiet.

But it seemed something had roused him up today. He slammed down ass first against the toilet seat, his slim fit trousers around his ankles and his bunched up dark blue underwear around his knees. I heard his hand or something slam against the side of the stall as he seemed to grace himself. I heard him say with a desperate groan “Oh No!” And then the floodgates burst open.

The sloppiest, brattiest case of diarrhea I have ever heard came exploding out of Jayson. It came burst out all at once like a muddy water. If he said anything else, I didn’t hear it as this man painted the inside of the porcelain, the shit pouring out of him nonstop. I could see his feet rise up to the tips of his toes as barrage after barrage of diarrhea blasted into the bowl. He let out several thunderous farts and after maybe a minute or so, he’d finished voiding his bowels.

I went to wash my hands, and a moment later he came out, buckling his trousers and washing his hands, whistling as he dried them and walked out of the bathe room as if he hadn’t just desecrated the toilet.

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Thinking of starting up my stories again. Would love to hear some ideas or scenarios you all fantasize about. Not into scat play or sex scenes that much.

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I would love to hear if anyone has had any cool incidences where they heard someone having diarrhea or trying to hold it in while you were in the bathroom?

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Father/Son Battleshits

Ryan and his dad Zeke enjoyed competing against each other. Every sport you could think of they played. But, there biggest rivalry was at the arcade. They would hit up the Dave and busters and with $20 each, see who could collect the most tickets. On the way there they would stop off for some tacos since the food was too pricey at the arcade.

They each ate 5 or 6 tacos, extra spicy, and washed it down with some ice coffees. They arrived to Dave and busters around 11. It wasn’t too busy so they added money to their cards and started to play. Ryan tried to be strategic and play only the big ticket games. He occasionally slipped out a silent fart from the tacos.

Zeke’s strategy was to play easy to win games in the hopes of collecting a good amount of tickets with little risk. He too felt a rumble in his gut and became gassy while playing. After an hour of playing, both father and son needed to hit the facilities.

R: hey dad, bet you I can beat you in Battleshits!

Z: never gonna happen. I can blow you away

They both rushed to the mens room and took side by side stalls. Ryan dropped his pants first and quickly mounted the seat. A barrage of loose shit exploded out of him. Zeke quickly followed and collapsed onto the bowl. He let out a 30 second long wet fart before passing some diarrhea.

Z: see son. Told you I would win. That fart easily beat you

R: I’m not even close to done yet

Ryan began to bear down and let a rapid series of farts go. His ass sounded like a trumpet as his gas echoed loudly throughout the room. Zeke’s stomach gurgled loudly before passing straight liquid between his cheeks. Both guys were decimating the bowls beneath them. The tacos obviously were too spicy.

R: it fuckin stinks in here now!

Z: yeah we really showed these toilets whose boss

R: I think we both tied on this one

Z: yeah son. I think you’re right

Father and son wiped up and met each other at the sinks. They laughed over their game of Battleshits. They spent the rest of the time in the arcade playing games together rather than trying to compete. Contests could be had on another day.

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Office Guys Having Diaherria

Brad and Nick both worked in a office place and where required to wear suits and ties to work everyday,one morning they weren't feeling so well as they both had ordered multiple breakfast burritos for there breakfast and had coffee to down it all,they both started feeling there stomach gurgling,Brad was first to rush over to the men's bathroom,he was horrified when he saw the stalls had no doors,he wanted to wait it out but he couldn't,Brad dropped his dress pants around his ankles and was about to let go in Nick came rushing in shocked at what he saw,he slowly went inside a different stall,both men stayed silent as they held back there loads for as long as they possibly could,they where both very shy shitters and was ashamed about the whole situation,Brad was the first to let go as his body was finally giving in,he gave in and started releasing,a hot jet of diaherria came out of him and hit the toilet,then continued to release big logs of chunky poop into the toilet,Nick had given in as well as he released a jet of diaherria along with the rest of the huge loads he had been holding in,both them quickly finished up and left without saying anything as they were embarrassed about the whole situation

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Bodybuilder and Coach Caught Short

Before hitting the gym, Eric and Jim decided to grab a bite to eat. Eric was prepping for an upcoming bodybuilding event. Jim had been his coach for years and with the event only weeks away, it was crunch time. Usually Eric was very strict with his diet but today he was craving some tacos and burritos.

Eric and Jim settled on this little taco shack on the side of the road. Eric got 4 burritos and 6 tacos while Jim settled for 1 burrito and 3 tacos. Both men doused everything in the hot sauce that the stand provided. They ate and then sat for a while discussing different strategies that Eric could use to gain more strength.

After an hour the two guys decided it was time to head over to the gym. Jim had picked Eric up since it made more sense to carpool. The gym was 10 miles away so it made no sense to take separate vehicles. Jim got on the expressway and began the journey.

Around mile 8 the traffic began to slow down. After 20 mins they had only moved a quarter of a mile. Eric’s stomach grumbled loudly. That hot sauce was making its way through his system and fast. Jim was also feeling the effects. He rubbed his stomach in the hopes of soothing it. There was no upcoming exit for miles and the land around them was flat, offering no covering at all.

“Bro I have to shit so bad right now”, Eric admitted to Jim, his face covered in sweat from the stomach pains.

“Me too. That hot sauce absolutely wrecked me. I should’ve known better. Anytime I have anything spicy it immediately turns to shit in my stomach”, Jim replied wincing behind the wheel.

“There isn’t even anywhere for us to pop a squat and go”, Eric mentioned in a disappointed tone.

“There is always so much fucking traffic here. I need a toilet soon. It feels like everything is about to come out”, Jim wailed while fidgeting in the drivers seat.

When they hit mile 10 the traffic began to move freely again. The culprit had been an overturned truck that blocked all but one lane. Jim put his foot to the floor and prayed they would make it with clean pants. He sped into the gym parking lot and parked. The issue at hand now was being able to hold the landslides in all the way to the men’s room.

“I won’t make it bro. It’s pretty secluded here. I’m just gonna go right over there”, Eric said pointing to the grass not 3 feet away.

“Yeah I can barely hold it. I guess it’s either squat or shit myself!”, said Jim.

Both men dove out of the car. Eric barely got his sweats down before an avalanche of diarrhea spilled onto the grass. He moaned in relief as he passed loose shit all over. He looked down to make sure his pants had made it out clean.

Jim dropped his shorts and briefs and got into the squat position. Without even needing to push, shit quickly formed underneath him. It burned as it crackled out of him before quickly turning to chunky liquid. He looked around and made sure no one could see him or Eric.

After a few minutes both guys felt empty enough to clean up. Jim grabbed the spare napkins he kept stashed away and they both wiped up, discarding the paper in a brown takeout bag Jim found on the floor of the backseat. They pulled their pants up and ditched the bag in the trash can near the entrance of the gym.

When both guys walked in, all the other bodybuilders erupted in laughter. With being so desperate, Eric and Jim forgot that although the windows were tinted so you couldn’t see in, anyone inside the gym could clearly see outside. They all had a front row seat to Jim and Eric’s masterful dumps. Both guys laughed it off and after a while the running finally stopped. They got to work on their strength training and made sure to hit the toilets before they left just to be safe.

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Chef Berates Shitting Assistant

Mitchell was late arriving to work. Dinner began at 8pm and he was supposed to be there by 4pm to help the chef prep. It was already 4:15. He parked his car and ran into the restaurant. Chef William was already at the door waiting for him.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking late again. Move your ass”, Chef William barked at Mitchell.

“Yes chef. Sorry chef”, replied Mitchell and he scurried to the back of the house.

Chef William was well known in the area and Mitchell had been fortunate enough to snag a job there. He couldn’t risk losing it if he planned to ever become a full fledged chef himself.

In his rush to get to work, Mitchell had skipped the bathroom at home. He usually took a while when he was on the toilet and he didn’t have that luxury today. By 6pm, prep was well underway when Mitchell felt a twinge in his stomach. He bowels were telling him it was time to hit the can.

He made his way to the men’s room and took the first stall. Chef William practically followed him in.

“What are you doing? Nobody gets a break during prep!”, William screamed.

“Sorry chef, I really needed to hit the facilities”, Mitchell answered as he hung his apron on the stall door.

“I don’t want you thinking you can skip out of work and have everyone else pick up your slack”, William said. “I’m waiting right here until you finish so make it quick”.

Mitchell normally didn’t have any hangups about using a public restroom but he never had anyone stand outside his stall, listening to his every sound and rushing him along. He dropped his pants to his ankles and took a seat. Immediately, he began peeing strongly against the side of the bowl. He had been needing that for a long time.

Filling his long piss, Mitchell let out a very long and very loud fart. Chef William laughed outside of the stall. Mitchell thought that maybe he should hold his shit off until his break later but his ass made up its mind. Following the fart, loose shit flowed out of him. It loudly splashed into the bowl.

“Whew! Sounds like you got the runs in there! I hope there won’t be any issues during service with you thinking you can step away to take a shit every 5 minutes”, spewed William.

“No Chef. Everything will be fine during service chef”, Mitchell shyly said as more loose shit filled the bow.

“Hurry up!”, Chef William demanded.

Mitchell quickly wiped his ass as fast as he could and hoped that he wouldn’t need another visit to the men’s room anytime soon. He sheepishly stepped out of the stall unable to look Chef William in the eye.

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Cops Take on a Challenge

Officers Danny and Alex had been rivals for all as long as they could remember. The came up in the academy together and constantly had to be better than the other. Both guys were 30 and had an athletic physique. They both worked at the same police station and were often put on patrol together. Most nights nothing ever happened so the two of them would try to think of the weirdest contests they could think of.

This shifts contest was an overnighter. Danny came up with the idea that each guy would drink a laxative milkshake and see who could go the longest without having to take a shit. At 6pm at the start of their shift, each downed a large milkshake spiked with liquid laxative. They were stuck on shift until 6am so they knew that one of them would be victorious.

After the milkshakes, they drove around the city for a few hours. They grabbed a few burgers and ate those while sitting in the car. They parked near a local park that would sometimes get seedy and decided to settle in for a while. Right after they parked, Danny leaned to one side and ripped a huge fart.

“Oh my god bro! That fuckin’ stinks so bad”, Alex said while putting his window down.

Danny just laughed and laughed. A few minutes later, Alex responded with some gas of his own.

“Holy shit! And you said mine were bad”, Danny said while choking and fanning the air.

The two went back and forth filling the car with their own fumes while chatting about everything from the women they had banged recently to movies they were going to see soon. At midnight, the mood in the car began to shift. Both officers were feeling the effects of the laxatives. There stomachs loudly gurgled as each man held everything in.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it”, Alex said while rubbing his stomach.

“Go ahead pussy, just shit now so I can declare victory”, Danny said with an air of shakiness in his voice.

“No way man. You’ll be filling your pants soon enough”, quipped Alex.

By 2am the pain was nearly unbearable. They decided to head into the park and make their way to the toilets, just in case. When they got there however, the doors were locked.

“Now what shithead”, Alex asked.

“We better check the back of the car to see what we can use as a makeshift toilet for when you need it!”, Danny said smugly.

They walked back to the patrol car at a more brisk pace than they had walked to the park toilets. When they got back, they found a small cooler that usually held their lunches. It was either that or pop a squat next to the vehicle itself.

“Let’s at least line it with a trash bag”, Danny suggested.

“Yeah good idea”, Alex replied.

The makeshift toilet was now ready to go. They both knew the glove compartment had an emergency roll of tp just in case. They would definitely need it tonight. Danny and Alex both got back into the car and began to wait each other out.

The clock said 3:35am when both men were near their breaking point. Danny suddenly jumped out of the vehicle and ran to the back. He worked at removing his holster and taser as fast as he could. Working quickly now, he unbuckled his belt and tore his pants down violently. As he began to position his ass over the cooler, a jet of shit shot out of him. He finished sitting down and loudly filled the cooler.

His bladder was bursting now that the focus wasn’t on his aching stomach. He moved his pants out of they way and let out a long stream of piss. The cooler reverberated with gas as he sighed and let everything go completely.

“I knew you’d go first”, Alex said while laughing. Moments later however his own need alerted him to the impending doom. “Move so I can go now”, Alex demanded.

“No can do bro. I’m gonna be here for a while”, Danny said as some more shit splashed into the cooler.

With that, Alex started to remove his shoes. He knew he would have to take his pants off if he was going to squat down and let it all fly. He took his pants down and got into position only a few feet away from Danny. He groaned loudly as diarrhea flew out of his backside and began to puddle behind him. With his cock and balls just hanging in the breeze, Alex began pissing almost immediately. The relief was euphoric.

Loud wet gas escaped his cheeks and another round of liquid shit soon followed. At this point, Danny was done for now and stood up to start the cleanup process. He dug into his ass, wiping deeply before discarding the used tp into the bag. Alex stood up too and followed Danny. They cleaned up as good as they could and decided to drive to the 24 hour McDonald’s a few miles up the road.

They spent the rest of their shift blasting away in the two stalls. Although the pain had been terrible, Alex smiled in his victory.

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Two Teachers, Two Toilets

Owen and Zach were two first year teachers. One taught math and the other taught science in high school. They quickly bonded and became the best of friends. The two of them would hang out after school and on the weekends together. Both guys however, were shy shitters. Any time one had to take a shit they would make an excuse to run home or to the store if they were hanging out together. Neither had ever gone at the other guy’s apartment before.

On Monday night there was a primetime NFL game on. They hung out at Owen’s place and had a few beers and some pizza. The next day both looked pretty hungover. Maybe they had made too much of a night for it. Luckily they both had free periods at the start of the day. Owen hung out in his car to get some air while Zach attempted to put a lesson plan together in the teacher’s lounge.

While sitting in his car, Owen could tell he was going to need to shit soon. The beer had really screwed up his system. He hated going at school but he wouldn’t be able to hold it in all day. It wasn’t even 9am yet. At the same time, Zach felt a rumble in his own stomach, alerting him that a toilet trip would be imminent. Zach shyly made his way to the men’s room and was relieved to find none of the 4 stalls in use. He took the last stall and quickly dropped trou. Seconds later, in walked Owen, who was disheartened to see one of the stall doors shut.

Zach meanwhile sat in annoyance that someone else had entered Owen men’s room but hoped they would be quick. Owen took the second stall in, leaving a buffer between him and Zach. He got to work wiping down the seat and also dropped his pants. He sat down quickly and suddenly the room was silent.

Both guys sat, desperate to let loose and hoping the other would just go and leave. They only had 20 minutes of break left so they couldn’t wait too long to let loose. The door once again opened up and in walked Jeremy, the assistant vice principal. He took the third stall, right between Zach and Owen.

After sitting down, he quickly began passing his shit. The logs plopped into the water, breaking the quietness of the room. Jeremy looked down at both men’s shoes and realized who it was.

“Oh hey Owen. Hey Zach. You two see the game last night?”, Jeremy questioned.

Zach and Owen now both realized that the other was the mystery man in the stall. Neither had ever gone in front of the other before and both knew that their movements would not be quick and relatively sound free like Jeremy’s was.

“Uhmmm yeah we caught it”, Owen replied.

Jeremy wiped up and exited his stall. After a quick hand wash he was out the door and leaving just Zach and Owen now. The room remained silent for the next two minutes as each guy waited for the other one to make any type of noise.

“I guess we better go since we have class in a few minutes”, Zach declared awkwardly.

“Yeah we probably should”, Owen said in a defeated manor.

Zach began first. He relaxed and a large fart squeaked out of him. Owen responded with some rapid farts of his own. Both felt ashamed as they sat in their respective stalls.

“Listen. Obviously neither of us wants to be here but we have no choice”, Zach said.

“I’ve just never been alright with shitting around other people”, answered Owen.

“Bro I’m the same way”.

Owen couldn’t hold out any longer and let go with a flurry of shit that filled the bowl. Zach answered in kind with a showering wet dump. The bathroom quickly began to stink. The pizza and multiple beers hadn’t done either guy any favors.

Owen’s shit stayed soft while Zach’s turned to complete liquid. With only 5 minutes until their classes, they wiped up as fast as they could and exited their stalls. Neither wanted to look each other in the face. The decided that they would pretend this moment never happened. Throughout the rest of the day each would have a few close calls racing back to the men’s room. Luckily, neither had to go with an audience again.

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Surfer with the Shits

Josh arrived at the beach around 7am. Since no one was around he slipped out of jeans and then his briefs before stepping into his wetsuit. He planned to spend the day surfing since the waves looked good. He hit the water and spent the first few hours on his board. Around 11am he decided it was time to grab something to eat.

He spotted a taco truck set up along the beach. He ordered two fish tacos and ate them in seconds. He then decided to order two beef tacos as well. Now content, Josh went back out to the surf. By 2pm his stomach was feeling queasy. He paddled back to shore and hoped the feeling would subside.

After sitting in the sand for a bit, Josh realized that he was going to have hit the facilities, which were all the way down the other end of the beach. He slowly made his way the half mile down to the men’s room, his stomach aching the entire way. When he finally did arrive, his heart sank.

The beach was busy today and the men’s room had a line for the 2 stalls. There were at least 3 guys in front of him waiting. He stood there while his stomach churned, hoping he would be able to hold it long enough to get into a stall.

“Oh fuck”, he mumbled under his breath as a strong cramp hit his lower stomach.

10 minutes passed and only one guy had come out. With two more still ahead of him, Josh was getting worried. He unzipped his wet suit and got it down to his waist, his v line visible along with the start of his bush.

The two ahead of him appeared to be two buddies. They were joking back and forth while they waited. Finally, Josh couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey bros, is there any way I can go ahead of you? I’m really close to shitting myself”, Josh yelped.

“Sure man, go ahead”, the one dude said motioning him to the front of the line.

“Thanks. You bros are lifesavers”, Josh said as he shuffled to the front.

Now he only had to wait for one of the two stalls to free up. Another cramp hit and Josh had to clench his cheeks together to keep the impending load in. He knocked on each of the stall doors.

“Either of you dudes almost done?! I got an emergency out here”, Josh pleaded with the two occupants.

The one stall came to life with a long unravel of toilet paper. Josh was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet at this point. His stomach was in excruciating pain and he was close to losing his battle with the shit ready to make its escape.

Finally the one stall door unlocked and out stepped an older guy. Josh quickly moved passed him while tearing down the rest of his wetsuit. He collapsed onto the bowl, not even bothering yo try to secure the stall door.

An avalanche of loose shit flew out of him. He loudly moaned as it costed the inside of the bowl.

“Damn bro! You weren’t kidding about almost shitting yourself. That load was awesome!”, the one dude said as he and his buddy looked on at Josh’s ordeal.

Josh was unable to speak. A second wave quickly hit him and a tidal wave of liquid poured from his ass. At that point he found the strength to close and secure the stall door shut. He sat, trying to somewhat recover. He was now exhausted from trying to hold it in so long.

The stall next to him became available and one of the two bros took a seat. He crackled loudly and farted a few times.

“Shit! It stinks over here. How about a courtesy flush”, he said while knocking on the side of Josh’s stall.

“Sorry about that dude,” Josh replied as he flushed the contents of his stomach away. “I got a wicked case of the runs right now”.

“It’s cool bro”, the guy said as he wiped up. He then exited his stall and his friend took his place.

His friend’s movement was much looser, similar to Josh’s, and he gave a quick courtesy flush as well. Josh’s stall lit up again as another of shit rushed out of him. Something must’ve been wrong with those tacos, he thought to himself.

After another few waves of diarrhea, Josh felt like he could begin the cleanup process. He wiped and wiped and wiped. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the toilet paper came back white after one of the passes between his cheeks. He stood and pulled up his swimsuit while he watched the bowl full of tp circle down the drain.

He exited his stall to a much longer line than when he had arrived. He had taken quite a while in his stall. Josh washed up and made the long walk back to his car. He decided he had enough for today and headed home.

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Never Order Extra Jalapeños

Outside of the office was a small burrito stand. Each day most of the staff would grab something to eat there. Mark and Ryan each grabbed a breakfast burrito, with hot sauce and extra jalapeños, along with a double shot espresso in their coffee. Normally the burritos never bothered them but today would be different.

Both guys settled in to their respective cubicles and scarfed down their breakfast. Mark finished his coffee within 10 minutes while Ryan sipped his slowly over an hour period. Mark started to feel gassy around 11am. He thought nothing of it and kept working. Around the same time Ryan felt a twinge in his stomach but he too assumed it was nothing.

By noon, each guy could tell that their breakfast wasn’t sitting right with them. Now normally neither guy was a shameful shitter but when it came to a work environment, they weren’t the type to blow up a stall for fear of bumping into a colleague.

Ryan made his way to the men’s room first. Neither of the two stalls were taken so he took the roomier handicap stall. That way, no one would be able to see his shoes and identify him. A minute after he closed the stall door, Mark entered the restroom with the same idea that Ryan had. Seeing the handicap stall taken, Mark had no choice but to take the first stall.

Each man wiped their seats and placed ass gaskets down. They both sat at the same time. Ryan quickly let out a loud piss that splashed into the water. Mark followed suit and slowly pissed. That relieved some of the pressure for each of them.

Both Ryan and Mark decided that they would wait out the other and go when they had some privacy. Their stomachs were killing them. The only sound in the room was the churning of their stomachs as they loudly gurgled. 15 minutes passed and neither had made a move.

30 minutes in and it was now unbearable. Both men knew the other was waiting for an empty restroom before letting go. Unfortunately, neither had the option of buckling their belts and coming back later. They were barely hanging on as it was.

Mark broke the ice first. He unclenched and some liquid poured out of him. It sounded like the pizza he had done right after he had sat down. A wet fart quickly followed which boomed as it escaped. Hearing Mark’s ass, Ryan also began to go. He wasn’t able to slowly unclench. Instead he erupted into the bowl with a mix of gas and loose shit.

The room became filled with the sound of Mark and Ryan’s diarrhea along with their moans and sighs of relief.

“Oh that feels good”, Mark said under his breath as another wave quickly left his body.

“It must’ve been the breakfast we had”, Ryan replied after hearing Mark’s comment.

At this point it didn’t matter if they talked to each other. They had already blown up the men’s room within feet of each other.

“I’m never ordering extra hot jalapeños again OR any type of espresso”, Ryan said with a slight laugh.

“I almost couldn’t hold it in on the way to the men’s room”, Mark replied. “I guess neither of us wanted an audience. And for good reason!”.

“Well when you know you’re about to shit your brains out you aren’t looking to announce it to everyone”, Ryan replied.

Both men sat as wave after wave of burning diarrhea passed between their cheeks and into the depths below. Finally feeling like the ordeal was over, they both tried to clean up. Their asses were on fire from both the hot sauce and jalapeños so wiping was not an easy task.

Ryan left his stall first with Mark quickly following. They washed up and both let out a sigh of relief as they headed back to their desks.