Midwesterner
The Bathroom Antics of Camping - First Post
Hello, I have been a lurker on this forum for probably about 10 or 11 years. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading posts from many of you over the years, and finally decided to contribute my own post. To give everybody a little background information, I am a 25 year old male and live with my girlfriend, Anna, who is a couple years older than I am. We live in the Midwestern United States. Both of us work together on our family farm, and I also do excavating/ construction work. What this means for me is that there are many times when I have to execute my bodily functions outdoors. I have also discovered that my girlfriend and I have mutual interest in each other's bathroom habits. So for my first story, I thought I would write about a story involving my girlfriend and the outdoors.
This story takes place approximately 3 years ago during a camping trip we decided to take on some of my family's own land. We had just wrapped up planting season on our farm, so we decided we wanted to do a fun camping trip with one of Anna's cousins, Anna's brother, and one of our friends. It was early in June, and the weather forecast looked pretty comfortable, so we picked a weekend and all got together. There is a spot with a creek that runs through this particular property that is an awesome place to just escape for awhile, so we all decided to hike back there and set up camp. Now we could easily leave and get back home if someone wanted to use an actual bathroom, but I knew this weekend would bring out some interesting pooping and peeing scenarios. Right off the bat, Anna and her cousin Maddie announced their need to pee. They decided to go behind my truck and squat down. I heard their streams hitting the ground, which gave me the urge to go. I unzipped my jeans and peed on the other side of my truck. After we finished, we waited a few minutes for the others and started our hike back.
Once we got to our camping spot, we debated on how to handle the bathroom situation. We all agreed that we could pee behind our tents, a tree, or wherever, but we needed a spot to poop. There was an area maybe 100 feet from our camp with some brush and trees that could block most of the view between the campsite and the "bathroom". We decided that this was the best spot to fulfil our pooping needs, so I dug a hole to be used as a latrine, leaving a shovel for each user to cover whatever he or she produced. I did bring a camping toilet that I made to set over the hole, which is basically a toilet seat secured to a lawn chair frame. I'm personally fine with squatting, but I thought our women would probably appreciate it. Before too long, the latrine saw its first user. As Anna's brother, Chase and I finished setting up the fire area, he announced that he "had to take a big dump". Anna and I teased him a little as he made his way to the latrine. 10 or so minutes later he returned, not making any further comment.
Some of us peed in the next several hours until our friend Samantha, or Sam as we call her, sheepishly made her way to the latrine. I think what made it embarrassing for her was that going to the latrine basically let everybody know you were going to poop, because everybody was peeing right at the campsite behind trees, bushes, ect. I tried to pretend to ignore what she was doing to save her some embarrassment. Sam disappeared behind the bushes and did her business. She must be a pretty quick pooper, because maybe 3 minutes later, she reappeared from around the bushes. We roasted brats over the fire for dinner. I thought they tasted excellent, and ate a ton as a result. It wasn't long before the food went through me, and I became the next user of our "toilet". I excused myself and went over to our makeshift facility. I felt quite confident for whatever reason, so I pulled down my pants and underwear down to my boots, and sat my butt down on the plastic seat. It was an interesting sensation to feel the wind on my buttcheeks and genitals, but I found the camping toilet to be rather comfortable. The height seemed just right for a taller person like myself (many toilets feel low to the ground in my opinion). First, I aimed my penis down and let out a little bit of pee. I let out a few quiet farts until I felt my my first piece slowly work its way out. It crackled its way out and finally dropped with a thud after a couple minutes. I didn't feel empty, so I kept sitting until another similar piece came out. I sighed a little as a few more smaller pieces dropped into the pit over the next couple minutes. After enjoying what I would honestly call bliss for 10-12 minutes, I ripped off some toilet paper from the roll I secured to the seat frame, and wiped myself, covered my production in hole, and went back to the fire.
When I got back, Anna looked at me with a smile, sort of giving me that knowing look, sort of like that "I know what you just did, but I dig it" look. Turns out not but 15 minutes later, Anna whispered to me "is there toilet paper there? I have to take a poop." I told her there was, and off she went. 5 minutes later, she came back looking relieved. Everybody had a great time until it was time to start heading for our tents to sleep. All of the others went to their tents, but then Anna mentioned she had to poop again, and wanted me to come with her to hold a light, because it was getting dark. I agreed without hesitation. We commonly pooped in front of each other at home (and still do), so we didn't feel awkward about what we were about to do, but I know we were mutually excited ahout this circumstance. We walked over to the latrine with our lantern. "You can watch", she said as she undid her belt, pulled her jeans and red panties to her knees, and sat her beautiful peachy, shapely buttcheeks on the seat. I sat down beside her and sort of leaned forward, giving me a good view of what was happening. She sat with her back straight as her pee stream started, with some of the pee running to the bottoms of her buttcheeks. As her pee tapered off, she let out an audible fart, which we both laughed about. I decided to move behind her and got down really low, allowing me to see everything. Her muscles contracted as her hole opened up, and a poop about an inch in diameter slowly started descending. It slid out about 4 inches before it stopped and Anna had to push a little to get it to come out. It broke off at about the 7 inch mark, and another piece about 3 inches long dropped. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was really enjoying this experience, almost as though it was a dream. She pushed out some more poop, totaling about a foot and a half. She pulled off some paper and wiped sitting down. I was in awe about the whole experience.
The next morning, Anna and I woke up at about the same time, as we usually do. Remember when I said the trees and brush blocked most of the view ("most" being the operative word)? As I unzipped the little window of our tent, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was a little gap in the bushes right in line with our tent. Standing up, the gap would be too low to see anything, but laying down in the tent, I could see a side view of Maddie from her stomach down, sitting on the seat, clothing down to her knees, with poop hanging out of her butt about 6 inches long. "Hey, Anna, take a look here!", I quietly exclaimed. "Oh my god…", Anna replied as she peeked in the same spot. It wasn't as big of a deal for her, because she has shared many pooping sessions with Maddie since they were little kids, but I could tell she was still fixated on the sight. It was definitely interesting for me, because I had seen Maddie sit on a normal toilet to pee, but not ever to poop. I assume she was too embarrassed to poop the day before, so she thought she would go before everybody got up. We stayed in our watching position and saw a couple of pieces drop into the hole below her butt. She then wiped sitting down, pulled up her clothing, shoveled a little dirt on top of her production, and came back by the tents. Anna and I looked at each other in disbelief as well as with excitement in what we witnessed.
We all ended up taking multiple dumps in our latrine, and I think we all became more comfortable with each other in general. By the end of the whole ordeal, every one of us had no trouble announcing what bodily function we were about to do. I believe that peeing and pooping can be a great tool to build unity, and this experience solidified that belief for me. I hope everybody enjoyed my first story. Please leave your feedback, and I look forward to reading and writing more posts!Catherine
Responses
To "Where it Began": I'm interested to hear more of your story. It sounds like your mother had an amazing poop that left an impression on you!
Victoria B: I think I had forgotten your mention of being Jewish. But it's amazing to know how it's shaped your awareness of justice and fairness. It sounds as if our parents were similar in our raising regarding bathroom needs. My mother would be horrified if she knew that I read this site, and even more so the private things I've shared here. Too, if she knew that I kept photographs of my best poops, and even text them to Alan, she would not know what to do! In some ways, prudishness seems to contribute more to unhealthy obsessions rather than being open. Sending love your way!
Vincene: Wow! That is strict! And, it sounds as if your mother's upbringing was even stricter with regards to using the bathroom. Yes, southerners are stuck in their ways and I don't think that it's a good thing. Like Victoria said, our generation and younger may be changing things for the better! I enjoy hearing from you! Sending love your way!
As you both know, my routine usually has me pooping at home, I would say almost 99% of the time. However, if I have to go, I will go. I may not like using a public bathroom, but with the size of my bowel movements, the strength of the urge to go, I know that an accident in public would be mortifying.
Too, I think that Chloe and Zoe's biological mother really emphasized those things to them. Zoe was young when she left, so I don't think that she's nearly as scarred as Chloe. But Chloe and I are building trust and I think she's getting past being ashamed of her bodily needs.
Love to all!
Catherine!Celine
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Sarah S: I generally tried to shit before practice, but there were times when I deliberately held it until after because it felt so good when I finally relieved myself. The most memorable time, which wasn't exactly planned, was when an injury effectively ended my time as a cheerleader. During a formation, a girl I was holding up slipped and everyone came down-unfortunately for me, my leg bent in a way the body never intended and I hurt my knee quite badly. It was this past February, two days before my 17th birthday. I had needed to poop very badly throughout practice, and it was a minor miracle I didn't soil my panties when I was injured. I was taken to the hospital and my need to take a dump was so great that it was the first thing I blurted out to the EMTs when I was loaded into the ambulance. Through sheer grit, I held it as they put a cast on my leg and when I finally had a moment alone I hobbled to the toilet in my hospital room, lifted up my gown, and plopped down in sheer exhaustion. The seat was very comfortable and spread my cheeks slightly apart, and I didn't need to push much, which was good-I was in enough pain already. It felt amazing to finally shit-it was firm, thick, and seemed to go on forever. As soon as it broke off and splashed into the bowl, I pissed for about twelve seconds and I was so spent from the whole ordeal that I actually dozed off for about ten minutes. When I came to, I looked down into the bowl-my turd had to be at least seventeen inches long, probably three inches thick in the middle. I wiped, went back to bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. When it comes to feeling comfortable pooping around others, it always encouraged me if I heard another girl taking a shit-it was like a cue that let me know it was "ok" to poop. I used to be phobic about taking a shit in school-I would hold it until I got home, which resulted in a spell of constipation when I was 15 that was so awful, I vowed never to hold back a bowel movement again. If I have to shit, I'm going to shit.
Braidy
Tova's toilet troubles
The other day I had waited for about 30 minutes for my boyfriend Adam to get done in the bathroom so we could take our two dogs down to the park for their early morning walk. He was constipated and I gave him a suppository and I guess it took a while to work. While our dogs were clawing at the door, I got a text from Tova, an old friend of mine from about 20 years ago when she and I worked a concession stand at a regional theme park.
Tova was congratulating me on a media posting about one of my teams. She's a couple of years older than me and was kind of like my supervisor at the concession stand. Preparing nachos, fries and malts were illegal for me to do because of my age, but she was helpful when I needed a bathroom break. We were forced to use the bathroom designated for our area which was the kiddyland rides. There was often a line for the toilets, sometimes extending outside the building, and some parents were about as bad as their child. About half the toilets were smaller than adult toilets so it was easier for a 3, 4 or 5 year-old to get up onto them. What Tova, I and the other girls working dreaded was there were no privacy doors. At 14 I was just under 6' tall and of course I was standing out when I was weeing away and popping 'em out. Sometimes though the commotion in front of me, the heat and the insects buzzing around, caused what I eventually had diagnosed, not a chronic condition, but rather what I guess was social anxiety that caused me bladder infections. Tova had something called Chrones disease which caused her to need to crap sometimes several times during a 8-hour shift. Her craps were tough and messy.
There were no employee bathrooms on our side of the park. When we had to use the bathroom a supervisor was called in from another area of the park and he or she was not too nice about being sent over to us. This one guy, who I think wanted to go into management made a couple of crude remarks to Tova and called me a offensive name because I had peeing troubles. It was so humiliating to be sitting without privacy, among others who are hot and tired, and waiting for their turn on the toilet when all I could get were a few trickles out during a 15 minute sit. I saw a couple of mom hoist their child up on the sinks because they couldn't or wouldn't wait any longer.
Tova's a CPA now and I'm a graduate student and coach. At first, we were grateful for having the first job, but the more we've learned and how we were mistreated kind of bonded us together.
Taylor T
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Maddie M- Hi! It's great to have someone in close age to me as I'm 16. I don't usually see too many people about the same age as me. I also have similar dump sizes around 10 to 15 inches. I would love for you to post stories of your pooping experiences
Celine- Thank you for taking my survey! It's good to see that people are answering it!
Mike
To Eileen
It sounds like you had a struggle to get that big load out no wonder you felt relieved after all that bet the toilet was quite full with your big logs it's good that you managed to get it all out good story I am 30 from uk not really been out of work tho with the covid 19 as we have been open so it's not affected my visits to the toilet much
Speak soon
Monday, June 15, 2020
Tee
Pooping farting survey for men
Hello males I have a survey for you to answer I'm a 35 year old male myself.
1. Have you farted loud in class during school and was it on purpose or accident?
2. Are you a total shameless pooper and go anywhere you feel the urge?
3. How long was your biggest turd you ever did ?
4. Growing up did your dad embrace farting with you or was it a taboo thing in your house?
5. What foods send you straight to that bathroom for a dump ?
6. Have you ever left your dump in the toilet for someone else to see?
7. Do you enjoy farting and taking a dump and why?
Sarah S
Responses
To Maddie M: Welcome to the site, I also can have big poops, as I tend to hold it in at times, because I'm embarrassed to have anyone know I'm pooping, do you have any stories to share, do you poop in public, a friend's house or around anyone in general. How did your BFF learn about your big poops?
To Jane: I can't poop around anyone and that includes my mom, how did you and your mom get so comfortable with pooping with your mom, it's wonderful that you guys are so close and I'd love to be open with pooping around someone like your mom. Isn't it tough to shower if your mom is pooping and stinking up the bathroom, please share more stories, also you mentioned you were embarrassed about pooping in public and your mom helped you, do you feel more at east doing that. Do you hope there will be someone else you can be as open about pooping as your mom is?
To Celine Welcome to the site please share stories, any about having to poop before or after cheerleading in the locker room, let me know if you have any advice about being open about having to poop around others.
Anna from Austria
Question to the Ladies.
What was the most embarrassing moment when somebody walked into the toilet when you were pooping?
I am bit careless sometimes and forget the lock my stall or the stall was not closing properly. So I had at least 2 occasions when somebody walked in a public toilet when i was doing my number 2. But it lasted only a few seconds and the other girls just said sorry and walked out. Not sure if they even noticed what I was doing.
The most embarrassing interruption I had in my youth when I was 12 years old.
It happened at the house of my then best friend Larissa. I was invited at her house for lunch and then doing our homework and studies together.
We had Chili con Carne. A few hours later I started a familiar pressure at my back door and I headed to the bathroom. I did not look the door, because at this moment I was alone in the house with Lara. She know where I was, so there was no danger that she could walk in by accident.
I pulled down my jeans and panties and sat on the toilet. I did a pee first and then some big explosions emerged from my butt. It was the first time I had such spicy food in my life my digestive system was not prepared for it I suppose. In the middle of my very noisy and smelly poop the toor of the toilet opened and Lara's mum was standing in front of me. She must have returned home from work when I was on the toilet.
She was as surprised as I and just said sorry and left the bathroom asap. She then told my through the door that I should use some air refresher when I done. She also told me were to find it.
After that interruption I did a few more explosive farts and soft poo. And then I was done.
I went back to Lara and told her what happened. She found it quite funny, but I was just embarrassed. Luckily I did not run into her mum again on that day. I just meet her at the next time I visited Lara.
She then just ask me if my ???? is well again. I said yes. And then the topic was never discussed again.
that's my story for today.
Greetings from Austria
AnnaSeraphina (Sera)
Reply to Angel
Hi Angel,
I am from Australia, not the U.K, although we speak the same British English! Thanks for replying to me. They speak the same language in New Zealand too and I have been there but never to the U.K. Or USA. My Uncle also mentioned about me trying protection and now I am thinking a bit more about that possibility but I would never wear them to school.
I would be too worried about getting caught. I have also heard they can make the bladder weaker and I like my strong bladder. But it does get me into trouble some times. Do you deliberately go in them or is it just by accident? I will post some more stories soon about my experiences before the virus happened.
Sera
Catherine
Responses
Bianca: LOL on the smell! It happens! Hope you are well!
Sera: Glad you are here! As for the "nappies" I don't think that's a good plan. I just couldn't. Hope all goes well for you in school!
Angel: Thank you for your kind words!
Maddie M and Celine: Having you here brings back such fond memories of high school! Yes, there's something that feels good about pooping that no one wants to talk about.
Jess: If you're still around, I hope you are well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
where it started
When I was about 4 or 5 my mom and dad split up. My dad kept me and my sister. I didnt have much exposure to adult women until I was 10. My dad remarried a younger women who was quite nice looking with curves. My dad was at work and my sister was at school. My school started later than my sister so, it was just me and mom. We were at the breakfast table she was reading the paper and I was finishing breakfast. I wasnt really paying attention when mom leaned to one side and farted. It was the first time I had actually heard a women fart. She didnt say a word or react in any way I dont know why but I liked it. A couple of minutes later she leaned again and let another loose. This time there was a reaction from her. She got up with the newspaper and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I didnt hear the door close so I crept down the hall. I could hear a strong stream of pee then quiet. A minute or so later ( it seemed longer as my heart pumped ) she let a soft but tight fart go. I now was totally waiting for more. I didnt have to wait long and I heard her make a soft grunting sound then a solid splash. I still didnt know why but I was becoming more intrigued by the second. I thought it was over but then I heard another soft grunt and another splash. Then another bigger splash followed. It then went quiet. The phone rang and I went to answer it. It was my grandmother wanting to talk to mom. She said "who is it"? I said Grandma should I tell her you will call her back? She said no Ill get it. She came out and I realized I didnt hear the toilet flush. I went down the hall and into the bathroom the toilet lid was down but I could smell a strong but not unpleasant stale poop smell. I wanted to look more than even now.
I was now nervous but I had to take a quick peek. As I lifted the lid I was amazed by what I saw. Two thick knobby turds about 4 or 5 inches long and dark chocolate brown. But what was on top of that stays with me till this day. A ten or 12 inch long dark brown turd the started knobby then smoothed out and tapered. I was staring at this very large collection of logs when I heard "what are you doing?" I quickly responded I have to go to the bathroom. She said well you have to wait another minute I am not done. I left I was shaking I dont think she believed me. But I dont think she minded as she sat back down and I could hear the paper pages being turned. I stayed outside the door heard a couple of farts but no other splashes. I think she may have known that I was interested in hearing her on the toilet because she never closed the door. As time went on she would talk to me while on the toilet even asking me to bring her another section of paper a few times. The series of event that followed this incident I believe changed me forever. I had no idea until that day that I was interested in that kind of thing. But I dont mind.
Eileen
Reply to Mike
Hi Mike , the Lockdown has meant that my normal routine has been disrupted . I was off work , eating more often and eating more chocolate , more cake and more biscuits . As a result my bowel movements were erratic . The worst time for me came around 4 weeks into the Lockdown , one afternoon I felt the need to poop , I went to the bathroom , sat down on the toilet and tried to get my load out . All I could manage after sitting on the toilet for 20 or 25 minutes was 2 small , hard pieces . The next day I got nothing at all out . Then the following night around 9.30 p.m. I felt a very , very strong need to poop , I went to the bathroom , concentrating on keeping my buttocks tight together as I walked . I got to the bathroom , went in and over to the toilet . I got my jeans and panties down just enough so that I could get my bum onto the toilet . I was thankful I'd managed to get onto the toilet without any little bit of poop soiling my underwear . 2 small , hard little lumps were the first to arrive . Then after struggling for 20 minutes a huge 10 " lump dropped into the toilet . 5 minutes later an 8 " piece followed . That was all the poop in me out now . I sat there enjoying a feeling of great relief and I had a nice , really relaxing pee before I finally stood up , wiped myself thoroughly , flushed the toilet , pulled up my panties and jeans , washed my hands and left the bathroom . I'm afraid I left quite a smell in the bathroom when I left .Victoria B.
To Catherine
Hey!
I loved your post and want to echo your support of Black Lives Matter. I've said on here before that I'm Jewish and that to me more than anything else means a commitment to opposing any kind of discrimation and bigotry.
I'm also a lifelong Midwesterner and that means confronting a history of social and institutional racism that is much more extensive than people may realize. There's a pretty sharp generational gap here between people 40 and under and those who are older and tend to have more traditional ideas about things. The sense I get from almost all of my interactions with younger Southern people is that they've had similar experiences and feel the same way.
That same divide exists when it comes to bathroom-related things here too. I remember when I told my mom about my custom pink toilet plunger that was given to me as a gift she was horrified and didn't understand that it was my friends' way of being playful and still showing love and care for me. She'd probably feel the same way about the matching bookmarks that Robyn and I have or our toilet selfie group chat (shout-out to Taylor T!) For us, needing to go isn't something shameful or embarrassing but just another, albeit pleasurable, part of being human.
When I was a kid I was told to always use the bathroom, whether to pee or for a number two but especially for the latter. If we were in public and I needed to poop I was always told to use the furthest stall from the door because heaven forbid someone hear plops or splashes from my precious butt or even worse the same butt being wiped!
I think those of us who were born in the '80s and '90s are going to continue changing things in positive ways and I'm excited to see the barriers that we'll continue to break fall!
Love always,
Victoria!