As I entered the public restroom, I could feel the unmistakable heaviness in my lower abdomen. I knew I had to go badly, and the thought of not being able to find a stall only added to my discomfort. I couldn't help but notice the aroma of the place; it smelled of sweat, urine, and maybe a faint whiff of vomit. It was a mix that made me wince as I tried my best to hold it all in.
I took a deep breath and approached one of the empty urinals. I took a moment to admire the massive cock that filled it up; it looked like it could easily deliver a load that would make any toilet overflow. I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the owner's sheer size and potency.
Despite my initial embarrassment, I felt myself starting to get hard as the reality of my own needs caught up with me. My eyes drifted down to the stall doors, hoping to find one that was still locked. But alas, they were all open, exposing the filthy messes inside.
I realized that I had no choice but to relieve myself there in the open, like everyone else. So I took off my clothes and stood completely naked in front of the urinal. I couldn't help but notice how my own member stood erect and proud, a testament to my primal desires.
I took one last look around to ensure that no one was coming before I began to unload my massive shitload. It felt good to finally let go as thick, ropey turds came gushing out of me. The sound of my farts and the stench of my shit filled the air around me, but I didn't care.
As I finished and rinsed my hands, I haphazardly threw the paper towel into the trash can. I turned to face the sink and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was beaded with sweat, but there was something else there too – a look of satisfaction and even pride.
It wasn't until later, when I was sitting in a stall smoking a cigarette, that I realized the extent of my carelessness. I had left my phone on the sink unattended, and now it was on the ground next to the toilet, screen facing up. My heart sank as I realized my biggest secret was about to be exposed.
You see, I've always been embarrassed about my bathroom habits. I smoke and sometimes I'll use laxatives to help move things along. But most of all, I'm ashamed of how much I have to shit, and how often I have to visit the bathroom as a result.
My screensaver is a photo of my girlfriend and me on vacation - her glossy black hair framing her perfect face, and me looking goofy as usual. The thought of anyone seeing it next to a pile of my shit was enough to make me want to cry.
As I finished my cigarette and prepared to leave, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the state of the toilet bowl. I knew that anyone who looked would see the skid marks and the remnants of my massive load. I felt dirty and unclean, but there was nothing I could do about it now.
I walked out of the stall, feeling every pair of eyes on me as I made my way to the exit. The ignominy of it all was almost too much to bear, but somehow, I managed to keep moving. As I stepped outside, I took a deep breath and prepared to face the world with my dirty secret exposed.
