Shanice
Had another experience.Just yesterday afternoon at home.My parents wanted to eat out and go some places so they'd be gone for awhile.So I invited my boyfriend over earlier knowing they would leave.And told him just to come in(this was before my parents left,i told him a good time to come)So at first I was just sitting around watching tv and listening to music when i felt a rumbling in my stomach and got an urge to use the restroom.So I rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet pulling donw my shorts and panties down to my ankles with a little difficulty,they were so tight.I started peeing a long stream for about 30 seconds.I just sat there for a bit and then the familiar gas started to come loud and very smelly at first(BRRRRRRR BRRRRR BRRRR)I sat there farting for the longest time.I felt my movement coming and started making loud hissing farts(ssssssss sssss)which REALLY smelled and I did'nt turn the fan on either.I sat their stinking up the place with farts and then final! ly I felt something poke out my butthole and start moving out slowly.I could tell this was going to be a long monster.I pushed real hard with an "nnnnnnnnnnnnnn"and it barely even moved that much.I knew this was gonna be a hard one.I sat there for awhile moaning and groaning(nnnnnnn nnnnnnn)but it was'nt coming.So I sat there with my hands on my stomach for awhile took a deep breath and pushed with all my might as TONS OF CRACKLING started as i pushed this hard turd out.I ran out of breath and the crackling noises slowed as the turd stopped.I now had a long hard poop tail.I just st there with the turd sticking out my ass for awhile and then start pushing again as it started to move with alot of crackling and finally fall out with a "KERSPLASH"getting my butt wet.
I let out some loud booming farts and immediately much smaller turds started to ease out and plop into the water.I felt my butthole stretch to it's limits as a real fat turd slowly moved out at the speed of a turtle.And fell with a splash almost as big as the last one.I plopped a few poop pellets and more medium sized turds slid out.I then just sat there.Nothing was coming though,except for hundreds of farts changing from "sssssssss" to "Brrrrrrrr" from time to time.THe bathroom REALLY smelled now.I could'nt believe i could produce such a smell.I then felt the largest attack threatening to come out all of a sudden and knew it would be explosive when i heard"hey Shanice it's me"my boyfriend finally here.He said something else but it did'nt even sound like it was towards me.I thought he was probaly muttering to himself.The door was wide open so I thought I'd save the huge urge that i had for him.He was probaly gonna check my room now.He would have to pass the bathroom.I hear! d him approach and just as he appeared at the door I sat diagnally on the toilet and let loose.This turd explosion was worse than I thought.It was'nt soft.But rather smooth.
Poop just came shooting out of my hole splashing water all over my butt.I expected a remark from him but heard a voice unlike his saying"oh man it smells like a group of people died in that bathroom" "oh man look at her"He had brought two of his friends.I was shocked.This is ths second time I was totally taken by surprise.And they had a good view too cause I was hovering my butt too.I did'nt have time to say anything as the explosion continued with loud nasty farty noises as these long thin turds started shooting out with small splashes,quickly followed by surprisingly thick small turds.It was shooting out at the speed of light
with tons of splashing.I could'nt keep up with what was coming out. My boyfriend finally talked saying "Shanice!I did'nt know you'd be on the toilet?Dang!"But they were'nt leaving they sat there watching.But two of them were from the movies so they saw me before,but one boy i only saw i never knew and he looked more excited than both of them. I sighed as my turds turned softer and bordering on mushyness as it rocketed out(plop ploploplop plop plop)The smell increased ten fold in the bathroom.I was sure they could barely breath even in the hallway.This coninuted for about 7 minutes constantly.They sometimes walked away but they came right back.I felt my turds harden again and slow down some as medium sized turds started plopping into the bowl.When my boyfriend asked a stunning question."hey Shanice if you're gonna let us watch do you mind standing to the side.We want a better view!pleaaasse"I willingly squatted over the toilet to the side.The poop flow stopped for a second.! And my hole opened quickly and literally shot out poop pellets.I swear if I had aimed them at someone it would wshoot at them like a cannonball as they shot into the water getting my butt wet.Finally the explosion stopped.Of course the farting did'nt keeping the smell strong.I still sat squatting.As a hard turd started to move out.I was gonna let it do it's job on it's own this time.So they could enjoy it more.I made sure I aimed right as the hard turd poked out and eased out a bit.It looked like it would make it on it's own when it stopped half way giving me another poop tail.I finally said"man I was'nt expecting you guys to be with him,but if you want a show stay there,although I don't know if you could stand the smell"The turd moved out at a slow pace by itself and fell with a loud splash.I let out a few loud farts and a wierd stringy turd eased out but stopped when it was almost on it's end.IT was just dangling.The boys had to comment." uh oh that thing is stuck.Shake it o! ff"but I tried to clip it off by closing my butthole,but it just was'nt leaving so I shook by butt up and down a bit and it snapped in the bowl.I farted abit more and thought I was done when another explosion came out of nowhere.All types of soft turds came rushing out into the bowl with many splashesh and plops.The loud nasty farty noises started again.The flow sped up even more beyond my control.I had to sit down immediately as this large rush hit me.I sat back on the seat and laid back against the toilet as my hole shot out turds at an alarming rate.The boys almost closed the door cause the smell was so strong.I felt all sorts of turds zoom out into the bowl.This continued for a long while.I then leaned forward almost all the way on my knees.I knew the most they could see now was my crack as I could make out some good medium sized turds splashing out mixed with poop pellets and very small turds.Finally the rush slowed and a few well sized turds started plopping out.I pushed! out one long thin turd followed by a few poop pellets and I was done.I looked up at them letting out loud farts luaghing saying"did you guys enjoy that" "shanice I have to say thats the worse dump you've taken yet!It's incredible"They talked some more.When I finished letting out the worst of my farts I stood up a turned to get some toilet paper.I could tell they were just staring at my ass.I spread my buttcheaks and asked them how bad is it.One of the other boys got real close and said,spread your cheaks more.I did and he said whoa you really need to wipe.The others agreed.I wiped hard around my light brown butthole and looked at the papar.He was right it was dirty.I wiped again and it was still dirty. "Shanice maybe i should spread your cheaks for you so you can get in there good"My boyfriend said.He spread my buttcheaks real wide.But I did'nt comoplain,it was easier to wipe my butthole.I wiped about 4 times.It would have been 8 probaly.I turned around to flush the toilet it! took quite a few.My boyfriend looked in an immediately said "whoa thats a big load of crap"It took about four flushes.I bent over in their direction a little bit.I felt a huge cramp and a few loud booming farts escaped me(BRRRRRRRR BRRRR)I made a sigh of relief pulled up my shorts and panties and put on the fan walking out making sure to close the door some.I must agree with my boyfriend though.That had to be one of my worse dumbs ever.ALANA
Hi everyone,boy have I been backed up anybody remember how long since I last posted?well I was trying to hold it in for a mega dump and guess what? I went with Felicia to these all you can eat buffets and wow at this one Korean place they had some really strange stuff,like squids,and live fish you eat live and raw,just all kinds of strange stuff.well yesterday I was at home and Felicia was over I told her I had to go take a mean shit and I havn't been for a while.Felicia said she hadn't gone for a while either.I went down the hall to the bathroom pulled my jeans and panties down to just above my knees and pushed waiting for the load to come out.Felicia came to the doorway and said she had to take a really hot shit real bad.I told her I was on the toilet how could she. She said "I could sit on your lap" "please""pleasssseeeeee" with a look of desperation on her face.Well I gave in and tried to work it out I told her I would pull my undies up more and scoot back on the seat and ! she could sit in front.we did this and Felicia immediately began to push out an enormous turd the problem is it caught my panties and it began to coil in them.I told Felicia"Wait you're shittin in my pants,you're shitting in my pants."By this time it was too late as a massive load of really burning hot heavy excrement filled my undies way past capacity.Felicia said "I'm sorry but its an emergency I have to go to the bathroom bad.With that pound after pound of the rankest foul smelling heavy poo poo packed my panties until they finally began to rip,and fell into the toilet.Felicia farted loudly and began to literally pump molten hot shit on top of them untill the dissapeared under the mass.a couple more log and she was finally done.she got up and so did I.we looked into the bowl and it was packed tight with excrement.Like a dummy Itried to flush her massive load down the toilet and it overflowed.what a mess.Carmalita I hope you feel better.hugs and kisses to everyone love Alan! a:)jennie
when i was a little girl in kindergarten during the first couple of weeks some first graders came to me on the playground and asked me if i knew that kindergarten teachers were ladies that wanted to be mommies but couldn't have children of their own. They told me that the teachers really liked to feel like mommies and one of their favoritethings was to change kids who had accidents by peeing or pooping in their pants. They told me the teachers would really like you if you did it even though they had to pretend they didn't. I believed them and waited u;ntil i had to go to the bathroom. I just held it and held it while I was playing with the legos. Soon i didn't have to wait any longer because it all came out. I peed and pooped in my pants all at once and made a big mess. There was a huge puddle on the floor under my chair and my light blue jeans were very obviously soaked. Oddly i just sat there without crying and just kep t playing waiting for the teacher, Miss Benning! , to find out. Several of the kids yelled out "Jennie just wet her pants!" so Miss Benning came over. Shje could see and smell what I did. She brought me to the nurse to call my mommy. She tried to make me feel better by saying it was okay and that lots of kids had accidents in their pants. She didn't know what the kids had told me. My mom didn't think having an accideent in my pants in kindergarten was odd either and told me lots of kids did the same thing and that it was okay. She even told me she did it when she was in kindergarten. That was all I needed to hear. The next day when I had to go to the bathroom I just held it again until I wet my pants again. I was standing up at the art table and looked down when I started to pee. I had a dress on so all i could see was the pee streaming down to the floor from under my dress and hearing it become a puddle. Miss Benning took me to the nurse and called my mom again. My mom thought maybe I was just a little nervous be! ing in school or just adjusting to the change from being home. Again not too much happend other than getting cleaned up and changing my pants. Shje did tell me to try and remember to get to the bathroom on time. The next day I waited again until I wet my pants. This time I was on the playground and on the slide. The pee came through my jeans and down the slide making a neat puddle in the sand. Other kids yelled out "Miss Benning Jennie peed in her pants again!" This time when she took me to the nurse she told my mom we would have to talk about what to do as she couldn't have a child in her class who wasn't toilet trained. Remembering what the kids told me I felt great, like she really liked me and that I was special. My mom talked to me at home and asked my why I was going to the bathroom in my pants a lot. I hadn't done it in a long time. When I finally told her about the kids she was really mad and called the teacher to explain why I kep t peeing and pooping in my! pants. I had only seen the kids once and didn't know who they were so they didn't get inmto trouble. It also ended my accidents in school.your name Lizette
HI, this is my first posting. I had my first experience with holding and male desperation today. Well,actually it was mutual desperation. I met a guy via a personals ad, and he wanted to meet in person. He had a long way to drive, and I told him that I only had about a half hour to meet him...He said he already had to piss, and that he thought he could wait until he got here. I told him that he had better hurry, that I would wait for him and we could be pee buddie. He called me on the way, it was about a 45 minute drive, he said he had a very strong urge and that he was suffering already, to make matters worse he had just had a large iced tea to drink.....it was filtering down into his bladder and he was quite desperate, but determined to hold it..He said his bladder was just about to burst. I told him to call me when he got closer to my home. In the meantime I had to pee in the worst way and was fighting off waves of urgency as I had promised him that we would pee together! .
He called again when he was a few miles out and he was almost past desperate, he was telling me he was afraid that he might have an accident. I could hear the desperation in his voice. When he finally got to my house, he was holding himself, and it was rather awkward as we had never met...we tried to make small talk, but neither of us were able to keep our minds on the conversation, we both had to pee so bad....finally he told me that he couldn't hold it anymore, and was starting to have an accident in his shorts. I directed him to the bathroom, where he pulled out his tool as it was already spraying, he had no choice but to aim it into the shower stall, he must have pissed for about 3-4 minutes straight. I couldn't hold out any longer either, seeing him pissing, so I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and let go. It was a huge relief for us both. Once done, we talked for a few minutes, and then I had to leave. It seemed a shame that he had driven such a long way! just to piss his pants.
One other note: I just started on some meds for reducing cholesterol. The warning information that comes with it states that the side effects are: gassy stools, loose stools, sometimes oily and may change colors, flatulance with discharge and some cramping and incontinence in rare occasions.(or something to that effect) Well naturally I ended up with all of the above. I have never been so sick in my life. My bowels rumbled, and I farted all day long, and had many oily farts...they felt dry , and then I would discover a very smelly oily discharge in my panties. It was always bright orange and looked something like what I imagined nuclear waste would look like. I had to poop about every 15 minutes after a meal for about 1-2 hours, and then had horrible gas and cramps the rest of the time. It got so bad that to avoid ruining my underwear, I had to buy sanitary napkins and wear them to protect my clothing..those orange oily stains soaked through everything. I finally got s! o tired of felling awful and stinking up the bathroom with horrible diarrhea, that I went off the damn pills, I thought maybe if I tried I could adjust to them, but after a week I was too damn sick to care anymore...I had numerous accidents trying to pass gas and it was embarrasing in public. Did anyone else have a reaction to this type of drug? Did it ever stop and were you able to continue on the medication? I am not sure I want to try again...every time I wanted to go out on a date, I had to stop taking the damn medicine the day before and even then I was afraid some residual effects would embarrass me.Sara
When it comes to pooping, I have observed that there are two kinds of people in the world. The first type is the person who goes to the bathroom as soon as they feel the urge to poop. It doesn't matter if they are at work, or they are at the store, or they are at an amusement park or on an airplane or whatever. As soon as they feel the urge to poop, they find a bathroom and they go. The second type of person will hold it in when they get the urge and wait until they get home or somewhere where they can go without anyone knowing about it. If they get the urge while at work, they will hold it in until they get home and go in private. If they are at the store or with friends, they will wait until they are alone and can go discreetly. Can everyone here let me know which category you fall in? Do you go the bathroom as soon as you get the poop urge (no matter where you are), or do you wait until you are alone and go discreetly without anyone knowing it. Oh yeah, I fit into ! the second category...Ring Stretcher
DUDE: I never did a jobbie in a urinal because that's what toilets are for.
CHRISTINEPEEING: Your boyfriend's invention sounds like fun to use. You are so lucky to have a creative man.
NEW POSTER: To get large, hard balls of poop eat lots of cheese, popcorn, cheesecake and don't drink too much.
BUZZY: any new pooping stories from the beach?
Yesterday I pooped out a big ball that loked like a cluster of grapes. It happened after dinner of steak, corn, salad and baked potato. I sat there grunting hard as boyfriend coaxed and kept me company. My ring kept stretching wider and wider to accomodate this behemoth of a turd. He took a picture as it was starting out of me--boy, I couldn't believe how opened up I was! It was making a weird suctioning, crackling sound as it jerked out of my stretched ring.
UHHHH! NNNGG! OH!
I shifted around, gripped the toiled seat and yelped in pain and pleasure as it slid out on the newspaper. Several billiard ball size turds followed, followed by a 13 incher!! My stomach looked much flatter afterward,lol. The grape mass turd was 4 inches thick and lumpy.
Bryian
Did any body happen to watch Jackass on MTV this Sunday???? Well they showed alot of stuff related to pooping. This first thing was about the construction workers being on break and they had to poop and they used a port-o-pottie and you could hear them grunting and ploping. When they went in they were really big men and when they came out they shrunk. Then the second part was where this say 18-25 year old guy who is Johnny knocksville's nephew and he undresses and you see his butt(it's sorta censored) and he's undressed and hes laying on his stomach farting.....Then at the end he announces to Knoxville he has to poop and he poops right there in front of Knoxville and his family. It was cool though...im not done yet....Then they call his mom who was in the other room and she comes in with toilet paper and cleans him up. Then you see her go back to the bathroom with the dirty paper and she flushes it down the toilet. Jackass always seems to show alot of stuff related to pooping ! etc. I haven't been watching it latly. It's been coming on really late at night.....Im gonna try to start watching it more.
Any way...tonight i ate dinner and about an hour after dinner i got these really bad cramps so i went upstairs to use the bathroom i was sitting and pushing for a good 15-20 minutes. Then i wiped, flushed and all that and then i wasn't downstairs 5 minutes and i had to go again. I went 4 times or more alltogether. It was really loose. It has all gone away now. Thats about it for now
aboy4
Hey Ben the size of my underwear is 14 and I'm 15 years old. So that means probably a girl age 13-16 might have done it.
Jack
Me and my girlfriend were stuck in a huge traffic jam because of some road accident. After waiting for about an hour I felt a strong urge to pee. I held it in for a while but soon it became too much, so I jumped out of the car, ran to the edge of the road, unzipped my jeans and peed onto the metal barrier for about a minute. It was one of the largest pees I'd ever done in my life and I didn't care if the whole traffic jam had been watching me, when I have to go, I really do have to go!Mike R.
once when i was 18 i walked into the mens restroom to find a woman of about 25 urinating into the stainless steel trough. when she noticed me her face turned scarlet red and she said "sorry, the ladies' was locked and the cubicles in here were filthy" i said that was all right and after she had finished, started to have a pee in the trough myself. my pee was strong and lasted about 35 seconds. all the time we chatted and she kept on glancing down at my dick while it was peeing. we said our goodbyes and i have never met her again to this day.
Guy
Saul,
By perverts, I think most people mean someone who is watching that might do something unwelcomed or abusive. Most likely someone that is watching and then tries to touch you or masturbate in front of you or something. It doesn't sound pleasant, but I am sure there are people like that after hearing some of the stories on this site.
I have been a lurker for awhile, I thought maybe it might be time to participate. I don't have any stories or anything, the only thing I have to tell is about an implied female pooping scene in a rap video.
In Method Man's video for the song "Dirty", a woman is running to the bathroom with her hands covering her rear. The next shot it shows is of the girls ankles with her underwear around them as scene from under the stall partition. Then it shows a group of girls leaving the bathroom holding their noses and spraying lysol behind them. The scenes flash in and out throughout the video. It was pretty cool and I was really excited to see it.
Thats all I have to say, so I hope to read some more interesting stories here, keep it up!
Any movie fans looking for toilet scenes should check out A.I. as soon as possible. There's a short scene where the child android walks in on his mother on the toilet, oblivious of what she's doing. She has some reading material, and you get to see the sides of her buttocks quite well. She yells at him and tries to get him to go away, and he eventually does, but the moviegoer knows well enough what she was up to.
By the way, what do you ladies like to read on the toilet if anything at all? Do you ever reading while just peeing or is it always for long loaf-pinching lessons? I'm pretty sure the woman in A.I. was in the middle of a healthy shit, but you never know. Please respond!
Traveling Guy
SAUL - Welcome. You wrote, "Many people [who post here] have even said that they get aroused when they watch someone, or when someone watches them. What confuses me is that everyone seems to not like being watched by perverts... So, what is different about these unwelcome perverts?" For me, I guess the difference is that those who like to be watched invite the watcher. Or, if they like to watch someone else, they are invited to watch by that person. For some people, that would have to be someone very intimate, but others might invite a relative stranger. What most people object to, I think, is being watched uninvited by someone who is just lurking about. That's a bit creepy for most of us.
Here's a story about how one culture handled that. You may have read some of my old posts about urinating and defecating outdoors in the Andes in Amerindian villages without indoor plumbing. There's usually a nearby field that's generally accepted as the place for that. Where I lived and worked, it was used by both sexes and all ages at any hour. As long as you went there to do your business, you could be friendly, chat and joke with others, and no one cared what anyone else saw.
Once, though, I saw a guy in his 20's who was either North American or European, I guessed. Maybe he worked for some social service agency, but I'd never seen him before. Anyway, I saw him a couple of times in one day just hanging out at the edge of the field and it looked as though he was just watching the rest of us who were going. Maybe he needed to poop but was too shy, or maybe he was just lurking. The local people were keeping an eye on him, though. They didn't like someone just lurking like that without using the place, so they came up with a plan and invited me to be in on it. (I had lived there for almost a year, so everyone knew me well and expected me to help.)
The next evening at dusk, the stranger was there again and it looked like he had to poop. He stood by the wall, dropped trou and squatted, and as soon as he did - wow! - men and women, boys and girls, a whole crowd of us villagers, came out of nowhere and made a respectfully wide ring around the poor guy, keeping our distance but staring at him silently and relentlessly. Needless to say, he didn't poop nor pee, just pulled up his pants, walked off shyly, and never did his business there again, at least not that I saw. There was no confrontation and no need to call the police, but it was so effective. Wise folks.
Sun Devil aka Jamie
Hello. I wanted to post a question to all of the female readers of this forum. Just out of curiosity, what kind of food or type of food makes each of you produce the following: 1. The longest turds 2. The fattest turds 3. The runniest turds and 4. A combination of all of them.
I would love to hear your responses.
Thanks very much.
pboy
I have asked acouple of times about sports related stories. I have one of my own from highschool. I was in 10th grade and 15 years old. I was not a big kid (about 5'6", 120 lbs) and played quaterback for our JV team and backup for the varsity. One day in practice, I was running an option and got nailed. I mean killed by our outside linebacker. It knocked me out for a min or two. I don't know how long I was loopey for, but my friends say I got up after acouple of min. and walked around. The first thing I remember is thinking that I had pissed my pants. It was a rainey day, so I guess no one else could tell since most of our pants were soaked anyway. When we went in to change, I took my pants off and my jock was soaked and kind of yellow. I had also shit one little ball out. It was still in my girdle (the thing that holds the pads). My best friend had the locker next to me and asked if I was ok. I told him yes and asked him not to tell anyone. He never did that I ! know of. I cleaned up the best I could at the locker with a towel and went to the showers. I guess no one else ever noticed. I am not sure that I wet because of the hit or because, at the time, I would still wet at night sometimes. I stopped wetting at night (regularly anyway) when I really hit puberty good about 3 months later. I like to think it was because of the hit. All of the guys on the team said it was one of the hardest hits they had seen. This is one of the reasons I asked about boxers loosing control during matches. When they get hit that hard they have to loose control sometimes. Let me know what you think.Simone
I regularly poo on one of my 15 leather skirts, and often encourage my friends to. My friend once laid a 12 inch log on my favourite pink leather skirt
Dr. Polhemus
I often read "the Toilet" but seldom post replies
until a controversy stirs me to write.
I've noticed that a number of you have argued as to
the odor and size of excretion of respective females
and males. Some have said females "poop larger" and
that males generally "smell worse" while on the toilet.
Neither of these views is correct. To capsulate these
arguments, excrement from the bodies of both men and
women are a product only of what is consumed...there is
no difference in the two. Women are usually smaller and
need less fuel to keep going; men are normally larger
and need more. The more you take in, the more you let
out, overall...so men would generally have larger bowel
movements than women. The smell is also a product of
what's eaten. Put in a simple statement, two people
(regardless of size) eating a similar diet would emit
the same smell from the bowels. The technical reason for
the smell of excrement is the development of vitamin 'K'
through the digestive juices.
In short, there is no difference that can be discerned
between the size and smell of a bowel movement with regard
to sex...except that a smaller women tends to excrete smaller
fecal amounts.Bryian
To Donnie M : I liked your story about your friend who let you watch him piss and poop...I thought it was cool that you buddy dumpped with him and did other things with him, i can imagine what they were.
I like the picture, she's giving a partial view of whats in the bowl....
I worked today and during the mid-early afternoon i noticed that my crack was feeling funny, it feels like its sore for some reason and it still is even after coming home from work. I took a dump last night before bed and it's not like i wiped 20 times or any thing or had diahreah. Does any one think it could be the heat, it' is real hot where i am.Bill M
Hi everyone!
PV: thanks for the comments. I saw the same girl yesterday, and we both said "Hi" in passing. She slowed down as we passed, and said she didn't need to stop today, but maybe the next time. sha also said she wanted to see me piss. I got very excited!
Wish I could see you hike up your skirt and spray....
Bye for now.
Bill MSome Guy
Time to add another movie to the list! In Spielberg's/Kubric's new movie "A.I.", the robot child walks in on his "mother" (Frances O'Conner) when she is using the toilet, because he thinks they are still playing Hide and Seek. Nothing much is really shown- I don't remember if you can hear tinkling or not.Jorden thanks for the information on your age.
Bill bathtub pooping is when you get into the tub knowing you have to poop and let it go. I would only do this when you know your logs are solid and not messy no need for futher explaination. I have done this many times over the years. You let the poop out as you world any other time. I like to fart a bit then it slowly comes out goes to the top of the water no mess remove and dispose of after you have finished.I hope a friend of mine will do this with me before we get to big to both fit into the tub. We have buddy dumped a number of times but not in the tub.
We are not the least bit shy about doing this in front of each other. Try it you might like it. Calif DudeDonnie M.
Im not real old or real young, but I thought Id share a few memories with you all. True story......
I was lucky, (or not lucky?) to attend a one room schoolhouse, one of the very last ones in the USA! It seemed my mom went home to her family for a visit that lasted about 4 months and I had to enroll in the local school that was one room that had grades from one to 6 .
The older boys were in charge of carrying wood to the stove in the schoolroom and getting it hot before the 8AM starting time. It also had a dual two seater outhouse behind the school. The teacher was a lady that had to spend time with each group of kids from grade one to six and you had a lot of book reading to do, more that in schools today. Quite often, you would have a student from the first grade needing to use the outhouse. Normally most of the older students could hold on longer. But occasionally you would hear of a student needing to go and waiting too long or the teacher being in the middle of that groups lesson not wanting to let them go. Then the kid would figet and grab his or her butt and needing to poop or pee was holding on for dear life. Then they would lose the battle and do it in their pants, pee streaming down onto the floor off the seats leaving a puddle. And sometimes you would smell the unmistakable odor of a student pooping in their pan! ts. The teacher would take them to the outhouse and help clean them up and send em back to class the best she could.
One of the things about an outhouse, they usually had hornets in them in the late spring and the older boys would have to chase them and spray the place. You would get two boys or girls sitting side by side pooping in the wooden outhouse on the wood seats sharing stories and listening to the turds plop and splash as they fell down the deep deep hole under their butts. A great past time of the older boys, (and young too) would be to make a hole or crack in the back of the outhouse and when a girl or boy would take a seat, they would get in back and watch the action. It was good fun as long as you didnt get caught which meant a note home to the parents and extra duty after school like window washing or sweeping and other stuff. Often another game the boys liked to play was wait till a girl would get seatedto take a dump . Then they would get a long weed or little stick and poke it thru the hole in the back and poke the gal in the butt. They would jump up screaming ! and sometimes leave a trail of pee out the door or there would be poop on the floor. Teacher tried to find out who dunnit, but usually no luck. Locate the hole, patch it and warn the students not to do this again, or else!
Then one day on a warm March day, all hell broke loose. It seemed that a number of kids, all living local, had a case of the shits. Apparently from eggs or some other foods that was had locally went bad. The famlies in area would "trade" eggs for butter, or bacon for sugar or salt an so on. A little country store sold all the vital groceries you needed and also was a place to trade or barter goods. We think that some eggs or salad dressing had gone bad and set off a big epidemic of the shits. So the day started off normally enough, until one of the young students had to hit the outhouse urgently. She went, came back and another kid had to go. He left and the first girl had to go again. Then the thing spread to the whole classroom. The older kids trying to hold on but couldnt as the bug took its course. It was a steady stream of boys and girls running to the outhouse all morning long. The schoolroom filled up the the gasses from farts and almost accidents. In fact! a couple of the students could not hold it until one of the two outhouse seats became available and pooped right in their pants in class. Needless to say the place was a wreck. NOthing could be taught, no one was interested in schoolwork. Only the teacher trying to keep her wits about her and trying to conduct something resembling a class. She had to help clean up the few kids that did mess themsleves however. I, myself did not partake in much of any food the night before or morning other than some oatmeal and coffee. I wasnt affected by the runs or the food posioning. Finally at noon, the teacher said enough. Sent everyone one home for the day. I think that outhouse stank for a week after from all that runny shit that was left that day.
All the homes in the area had an outhouse however. Also most all had indoor toilets too, but they were septic tanks though. A lot of people hated to use the indoor toilets unless the weather was bad cause they knew that digging it up and the cleaning was no fun. So the ole outhouse was alive and well. Then just before we left for home ending the visit, at the house, the bug hit again. I went to bed about 9PM (early at the farmhouse) and about midnite you could hear creaking of people going up and down the steps and walking around in the house. The house was occupied by 10 other people sleeping in various parts of the house. I had to go and pee and went to the toilet indoor. I passed Grandma and one Aunt on the way up the steps going to the outdoor outhouse. I got in bed and for several hours the footsteps up and own continued with some moaning, cussing, stomping and conversation. It seems that the mayonaise used in some salad (I didnt have) was spoiled and caused ! an all nite case of nitetime dirrahea you ever saw.
Yep things were quite different living on a farm and away from all the comforts of home. We got home and I really could appreciate all the modern things like indoor plumbing and a school room of kids your own age studying your grade level. You didnt have to overhear the lessons being taught to the other grades or the blackboard being used to show math problems and other things. I was glad to be home again. I didnt miss the outhouses, the hornets. the poop smell you got when you went there especially in warm weather. I really had an appreciation for the things we had at home. However I couldnt wait for the next visit to Grandmas farm..........
Donnie M.........
Traveling Guy
SAUL - Welcome. You wrote, "Many people [who post here] have even said that they get aroused when they watch someone, or when someone watches them. What confuses me is that everyone seems to not like being watched by perverts... So, what is different about these unwelcome perverts?" For me, I guess the difference is that those who like to be watched invite the watcher. Or, if they like to watch someone else, they are invited to watch by that person. For some people, that would have to be someone very intimate, but others might invite a relative stranger. What most people object to, I think, is being watched uninvited by someone who is just lurking about. That's a bit creepy for most of us.
Here's a story about how one culture handled that. You may have read some of my old posts about urinating and defecating outdoors in the Andes in Amerindian villages without indoor plumbing. There's usually a nearby field that's generally accepted as the place for that. Where I lived and worked, it was used by both sexes and all ages at any hour. As long as you went there to do your business, you could be friendly, chat and joke with others, and no one cared what anyone else saw.
Once, though, I saw a guy in his 20's who was either North American or European, I guessed. Maybe he worked for some social service agency, but I'd never seen him before. Anyway, I saw him a couple of times in one day just hanging out at the edge of the field and it looked as though he was just watching the rest of us who were going. Maybe he needed to poop but was too shy, or maybe he was just lurking. The local people were keeping an eye on him, though. They didn't like someone just lurking like that without using the place, so they came up with a plan and invited me to be in on it. (I had lived there for almost a year, so everyone knew me well and expected me to help.)
The next evening at dusk, the stranger was there again and it looked like he had to poop. He stood by the wall, dropped trou and squatted, and as soon as he did - wow! - men and women, boys and girls, a whole crowd of us villagers, came out of nowhere and made a respectfully wide ring around the poor guy, keeping our distance but staring at him silently and relentlessly. Needless to say, he didn't poop nor pee, just pulled up his pants, walked off shyly, and never did his business there again, at least not that I saw. There was no confrontation and no need to call the police, but it was so effective. Wise folks.