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 Mark walk through the library confidently to the toilets, his fair hair,
toned body and good looks diverting some of the other students from their
studies.  Entering the loo he found all cubicles were free.  He entered his
favoured centre stall and locked the door.  Mark gave the seat a quick wipe
before unbuckling his jeans and pushing his red Aussiebum briefs to his
ankles.  He quickly lowered his well-formed bum onto the toilet seat and
relaxed.  His uncut penis dangled limply beneath his trimmed pubic bush and
issued a stream of urine into the bowl below.  Then Mark pushed a bit and
let rip a fart which echoed around the empty bathroom.  Mark pushed a bit
more and enjoyed the sensation as a long solid log slowly emerged from his
enlarged butt hole before dropping in the water.  A little splashback
dampened the downy blond hairs on his buttocks.

   Just then the door opened and the door of the cubicle to his left
closed. Mark saw a pair of navy track suit bottoms through the hole and
could see a pair of (almost) white runners underneath the partition.  His
neighbour deftly yanked down his trackies and sat on the shitter.  Mark
could see his thighs thorough the hole: they were large and pale with only
a light covering of dark hairs.  The guy left his trackie bottoms around
his knees and above them Mark noticed a pair of grey jersey boxers.  The
waistband looked a bit frayed and had no brand visible: Mark reckoned they
were chainstore.  Under the partition Mark could see a pair of scuffed
trainers.  His feet were far forward and Mark imagined that he must be
tall. The guy let out a long rasping fart.  Mark's neighbour grunted softly
and then the crackling sound of a firm load slowly emerging from his hole
could be heard - like the guy hadn't gone in days.  Mark imagined a big
thick long turd doming out the young lad's tight starfish between his
hairless buttocks.  Then there was a loud "flump" noise as it dropped in
the bowl under his ass.  The trackies guy sighed in relief and then Mark
heard a gentle stream of piss.  There was another fart and a grunt followed
by the sounds of 3 smaller turds dropping in the water.

   Mark then heard someone else enter the bogs.  Mark was pleased to hear
this guy enter the cubicle to his right and lock the door.  He peered
though the hole, hoping the guy would not notice.  His neighbour carefully
wiped the seat and then laid strips of toilet paper on the seat.  He
unbuckled his leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans which fell down to his
thighs revealing a pair of black boxerbriefs with a blue Calvin Klein
waistband.  He lowered his underpants, turned and dropped his bare arse to
the toilet is a swift movement.  Mark squatted forward on the toilet to
look further under the partition.  He saw the guy's jeans and boxerbriefs
pulled right down resting on a pair of tan loafers.  His legs were covered
in blacks hairs.  He farted loudly and immediately let rip a torrent of
shit.  There was more farting and a few more plops in quick succession and
a little sigh of relief.  To help CK guy along Mark relaxed his arsehole
again and dropped two smaller turds.

   Mark was thinking of starting to wipe up when he became aware of rocking
noises from the trackies boy to the left.  Looking through the hole he was
startled to see his young neighbour fondling his cock.  He was having a
wank on the toilet with Mark looking at him through the peephole!  The
trackies lad guy sat further back on the toilet and parted his legs further
to better access his growing tool.  Mark was able to see a large bush of
pale brown hair over his dick as he had pulled his t-shirt up.  Mark was
now getting aroused by the sights and sounds around him and felt his own
cock stiffening.  He sat back on the toilet and opened up his legs to
gently fondle his own prick.  He felt a little slick of precum around the
head of his hardening tool.

   He could see trackie boy's hand moving faster still.  Mark wondered if
his neighbours would notice what he was up to - but the thoughts of being
observed by 2 fit students just made him feel even hornier.

   The door to the toilets opened again and Mark expected to hear someone
walk over to the urinals for a pee.  Instead the footsteps came closer and
then stopped.  Evidently this guy need a dump too and was prepared to wait.


   The CK guy stood up, turning to face the bowl and grabbed a wad of
toilet paper.  Mark peered though the hole and could see his neighbour's
dick jiggle as he wiped his ass.  His penis was long and straight and
topped with a long foreskin.  There was a bush of black hair hair around
his pubes and a thick treasure tail leading up to his navel.  Mark figured
this guy's arse was probably hairy too and wondered if this made it messier
to clean up after a dump.  He wiped carefully five times with big wads of
paper, giving his hole a good vigorous clean.  He then pulled his black
boxer-briefs and jeans up in one move before flushing his messy load down
the toilet and unlocking the door.  Within seconds the waiting guy entered
the same stall.

   Mark turned his attention to the new guy and and noticed him through the
peep hole giving the seat a quick wipe down.  He was wearing a red t-shirt
and jeans.  The guy then slowly unbuckled his canvas belt and unbuttoned
his jeans.  Mark noticed what looked like white briefs being yanked down
along with the jeans and the guy took his position on the throne.  He
leaned forward to look under the partition again.  Mark's heart lept when
he saw that the red t-shirt guy was wearing white 2xist briefs under his
jeans !  Mark loved white briefs and 2xist were one of his favourites
brands.  Mark heard him piss for what seemed like an age.  Then there was
silence.  Mark noticed his runners rocking slightly and then a soft groan.
There was more silence for several seconds followed by more rocking -
evidently this guy was a little constipated.  Finally he left out a soft
but audible fart followed by another.  There was a gentle intake of breath
as if he was trying pushing out a big hard BM.

   Mark moved his attention back to the wanking guy who was now in full
flight and had pushed his track-suit bottoms and boxers down to this ankles
so that he could spread his legs more.  He was a big lad all over and Mark
reckoned that dick must be 8''.  Mark was pounding his own pud and reckoned
he was going to blow his own load soon.  Mark pulled up his own t-shirt and
started rubbing his nipples.  He imagined the trackie guy and what his
penis would be like to hold and to suck.  As he approached climax he cold
hear slapping sounds from the left stall as the youth came closer to
cumming.  Then from the right stall Mark heard a deep grunt as the 2xist
guy pushed harder.  There was a gasp from the left and Mark peered through
the hole in time to see arcs of cum shoot from his neighbour's engorged
tool and land on his smooth stomach.  A soft whimper of pleasure from the
left was mixed with the crackling noise of 2xist guy's turd as his bowels
finally released their heavy load.  Mark couldn't resist any more and his
own toll spurted hot cum which splattered over the seat.  He sat still for
a few seconds feeling drained but satisfied, trying to breathe as softly as
possible.

   Thoroughly relieved in all senses, Mark started to wipe up, starting
with his smooth arsehole, sitting on the toilet and reaching around from
behind and wiping carefully from back to front.  He checked he paper after
each wipe and satisfied that his anus was squeaky clean he moved his
attention to his still dripping cock.  He gently rubbed the head and slit
with toilet paper and then quietly cleaned up the seat.  Beside him he
could hear the sound of both his neighbours pulling toilet paper off the
holders..  Mark took a final glance through the peepholes.  The 2xist guy
had his hand between his legs wiping from the front, jiggling his flaccid
prick.  The jerk-off boy was standing and wiping jism from his stomach.  He
then pulled a long piece of paper and folded it several times, before
pulling up this t-shirt and reaching around with the paper to give his boy
hole a clean.  He folded the paper over and few times, using a smaller edge
each time before dropping the soiled tissue in the bowl.  He then pulled up
his boxers and track suit bottoms in one move before taking a last piece of
toilet paper from the roll.  Mark looked back into the other cubicle to see
the guy pulling his briefs over his pale smooth arse and adjust his manhood
before fastening his jeans.  Mark did the same and quickly flushed and
unlocked the door, reaching the washbaisins just as the right cubicle
opened.  In the mirror Mark recognised him - he was the year ahead in
economics, always well turned out and possibly gay.  Mark carefully and
slowly washed his hands to make sure to catch a glimpse of the trackies
guy. The toilet flushed and his co-shitter (and co-wanker) obligingly
emerged.  Mark was pleased to see that the lad was tall, lanky, fresh-faced
and kinda cute in a rough sort of way.

   As the 3 students dried their hands, Mark joked "That's our fun over,
it's back to the books lads!".  They all exited, leaving the college
library toilet vacant for the next set of students seeking relief.