#Urinal partitions

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Durable and Practical Solutions: PVC Bathroom Partitions and Toilet Partition Panels

When it comes to designing functional, hygienic, and private restroom spaces, PVC bathroom partitions, toilet partition panels, bathroom partitions, and urinal partitions are integral components. These partitions provide the necessary privacy and organization in high-traffic environments such as commercial buildings, schools, shopping centers, and public restrooms. Among various materials available, PVC (polyvinyl chloride) has gained popularity due to its durability, cost-effectiveness, and ease of maintenance. In this article, we explore the benefits and applications of PVC bathroom partitions and their role in creating efficient restroom environments.

PVC Bathroom Partitions: A Practical Choice for Public Restrooms

PVC bathroom partitions are a widely used solution for creating privacy in public and private restrooms. These partitions are made from high-quality, durable PVC material, known for its resilience to moisture, mold, and mildew. This makes PVC an ideal choice for bathroom environments, where high humidity and water exposure are common.

PVC bathroom partitions are lightweight yet strong, offering reliable performance in busy restroom facilities. These partitions can be easily customized in terms of size, color, and design, allowing them to blend seamlessly with the restroom’s overall aesthetic. Available in a variety of finishes, PVC bathroom partitions can mimic the look of more expensive materials like wood or stone while providing the added benefit of lower maintenance costs.

Toilet Partition Panels: Maximizing Privacy and Functionality

Toilet partition panels are designed to create separate, private spaces within a larger restroom area. These partitions are typically installed between toilets to ensure each user has their own enclosed area. PVC toilet partition panels offer excellent privacy, ensuring that users feel secure and comfortable during their visit.

In addition to privacy, PVC toilet partition panels are designed for durability and easy cleaning. The non-porous surface of PVC prevents dirt and bacteria from accumulating, making it easier to maintain hygiene standards. Unlike traditional wood partitions, PVC panels are resistant to water damage, reducing the risk of warping or deterioration over time.

Bathroom Partitions: Versatility and Durability for All Settings

Bathroom partitions, including those made from PVC, are versatile enough to be used in a wide range of facilities. Whether for a small office restroom, a large public facility, or a luxury hotel, bathroom partitions play an important role in ensuring that restrooms are functional and well-organized.

pvc bathroom partitions are not only affordable but also come in various configurations, including floor-mounted, ceiling-hung, and wall-mounted options. This flexibility allows businesses and property owners to choose the setup that best suits the layout of their restroom. Furthermore, PVC’s resistance to stains, odors, and corrosion makes it ideal for maintaining a clean and sanitary environment, even in high-traffic areas.

Urinal Partitions: Privacy and Protection for Public Facilities

urinal partitions are a specific type of partition designed to create privacy between urinals in public restrooms. These partitions are typically shorter than full toilet partitions and are often made from the same durable materials, including PVC. Urinal partitions help reduce the risk of overcrowding and ensure that users have enough personal space to feel comfortable.

PVC urinal partitions are ideal for use in busy facilities, such as sports stadiums, airports, and shopping malls, where high volumes of people use restrooms throughout the day. The water-resistant and durable nature of PVC ensures that these partitions will hold up under constant use without deteriorating.

Benefits of PVC Bathroom Partitions

1. Durability: PVC is highly resistant to water, mold, mildew, and stains, ensuring a longer lifespan for the partitions.

2. Low Maintenance: Unlike wood or metal partitions, PVC does not require frequent repainting or sealing, making it easier and more cost-effective to maintain.

3. Cost-Effective: PVC partitions are generally more affordable than other materials like stainless steel or phenolic, offering an excellent balance of performance and price.

4. Aesthetic Flexibility: PVC bathroom partitions can be customized to fit any design, available in various colors, textures, and finishes to complement the restroom’s overall style.

Conclusion

PVC bathroom partitions, toilet partition panels, bathroom partitions, and urinal partitions are essential elements in designing modern, functional, and hygienic restrooms. With their durability, resistance to moisture, and ease of maintenance, PVC partitions provide a cost-effective and long-lasting solution for both commercial and public restroom facilities. Whether it's ensuring privacy in toilet cubicles or separating urinals in a busy restroom, PVC partitions are a practical choice that meets the needs of today’s high-traffic environments.

[barleyo]

BARELYYYYY write another daddy Leon fic, AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURSSS

867-5309.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: this fic is shitty and short, sorry ^_^ i literally have no drive or desire to write anymore, idk what's going on with me. probably some type of brain worm! but i thought i should at least try to get something written :3 (ily whoever knows what song the title is referencing)

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), phone sex, age gap (21 and 50-ish), mutual masturbation, no actual sex, idk dude i'm not sure what i was going for with this

Wordcount: 719

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

"Little note wasn't lying," Leon said into his phone, sitting in his car near the back of the bar's mostly empty parking lot. "What's this about a good time, doll?"

It was too late for him to be out like this. Too late for him to be this far from sober. Too late for him to be calling some random number that was stuck to the urinal partition. And, of course, it was much too late for him to be this horny.

"Depends," a voice, your voice, spoke on the line. "What kinda night is it, mister?"

Thank god he was drunk, or else he would've heard right through your overly sensual, fake tone. Thank god you were stupid, or else you would've known it was him right from the sleazy nicknames he used.

"Tonight?" 

Dirty fucking man. His hands were practically already in his pants. Roughly palming at himself over his tented jeans to the sound of some mystery broad's voice. 

"It's a real good night, babydoll. I think you could make it better though." He pulled his zipper down, cock pulsating desperately. 

You giggled on the other line, absolutely drowning in the sudden flush of attention. That's why you slipped the damn sticky note with your burner's number into the men's room all those nights ago, hoping some horned up man old enough to be your dad would ring your line and validate you. Little did you know, that man would truly be your dad. 

"Sounds like you could use it. I don't mind 'chatting' for a bit," you said, hand finding its way all over your body. "Tell me, y'touching yourself already?"

"To a voice like yours? Of course I am."

Leon freed himself from the confines of his pants, eyes shifting anxiously as he looked around the sparse parking lot. He was a grown man, he'd jerked off to hotlines and voices on the phone all the time. In public, though? New territory completely. 

He squeezed his shaft, feeling it pulse in his hand. Thing had a heartbeat of its own at that point as it practically begging to catch some friction and relief. 

"Glad you called," you said, sliding your panties off while you spoke. You tossed them in the corner of your room mindlessly. "I've been waiting for someone to find that little note."

Leon opened his mouth to respond when he heard a soft moan escape your mouth. That was enough for him to start. He wanted to take it slow, to enjoy himself, but who was he kidding? He was a needy fucker and he wanted to cum ASAP. 

"What'cha doing right now?" he was finally able to ask, swallowing thickly as he pumped his length. "Using those cute fingers, doll?"

You hummed through an over exaggerated moan, dramatizing and putting on a show for your 'mystery man.' 

"Sure am," you said, finger curled, reaching your g-spot the best you could with the limited length it had. "But it's not as good as the real thing."

He could practically hear the pout in your voice, and it drove him crazy. You sounded like a bratty little baby, just his type. 

"Awh, aren't you a poor thing? Bet some older cock would do you good, huh?" 

He heard the squelch of your cunt through the phone speaker. It picked up the sound of your palm hitting your clit, and the little gasps of air you let out each time you slammed your fingers in.

"Guess so." You bit your bottom lip, holding back an excited squeal at his words. "You offering?" 

Leon chuckled dryly, watching the tip of his cock weep with pre as he stroked himself. "Oh, someone's eager. Sure," he said, amused smirk on his face as he started to near his climax, hand still working furiously over his cock. "I'm offering. I could use a cute thing like you, anyway. It'll be much better than just hearing ya through the phone."

"We'll see about that," you teased, phone clicking off of the line just as he started to cum. 

(XXX)-867-5309: *sent location* 

(XXX)-867-5309: pull up ;)

Wait, that address? That was his house...

"Fuck."

Leon's head fell back on the car seat headrest, brain going a mile a minute. Hand still covered in stray spurts of cum.

"Fuck!"

[captainlondonman]

Skin Cage

Luke was desperate for a shit. He knew he’d never get home on time and he hated the idea of going into the bushes. As he rounded a corner to his relief he saw a public toilet set back slightly from the road. Generally these days they are all boarded up but he could see this one was open. He rushed in and saw that there were 3 cubicles but the one on the left and the right had a sign saying Out of Order and only the middle one seemed to be in use.

‘Thank God’ he said out loud. As he went to the cubicle he saw out of the corner of his eye two guys in jeans at the urinals but he couldn’t care what they might be doing as all he needed to do was have a crap. He shut the door and went to lock but the lock had been ripped off. Somehow he was able to sit on the loo and keep one foot pressed against the door.

After a few minutes he felt so relieved as he wiped himself clean. What he hadn’t noticed as he sat down and got on with his shit was that on each side of the cubicle was a hole in the partition. As he started to stand to hoist up his boxers he could see a shadow through one of the holes and a pair of shiny boots facing him on the other side of the partition. Seconds later a hard long cock was being put through the hole. Luke had heard about Glory Holes and cruising in toilets but had never had the experience. Sometimes when he had heard guys talk about it he had found his own cock stirring in excitement. Now here he was with a good 8 inch dick all the way through the hole. The head was fully exposed, the foreskin pulled back. It was gleaming with some precum showing. Luke pulled his boxers down to reveal his own erect cock.

Suddenly he heard a voice on the other side.

‘What the fuck are doing mate. Me dick is there for a suck, get your mouth around and make sure you give me a bloody good blow job.’

Luke was at once scared but also so worked up at the command and seeing  the prick waiting for his mouth. He got down on his knees, feeling the cold concrete pissed stained floor and tentatively put his hand around the cock.

‘Forget the fucking hand, gimme yer mouth.’

Still holding the end of the guys dick Luke put his mouth around the head and licked the precum.

‘Like the taste boy eh?’

Luke did like the taste and the smell of a prick that hadn’t been washed for a couple of days and he could taste some piss as well. He opened his mouth wider and let the cock slip down further into his throat. The size was perfect and there was no need to gag. He kept pushing his mouth further towards the partition until he was tight up against it with the guys cock all the way down.

‘You’ve done this before, boy, getting a cock all the way down that gob of yours. So start sucking. I want you to swallow all my cum. ‘

Luke slowly took his mouth back up the shaft savouring the smell of piss and let it guide itself back down. He was getting off on this this sleaze in a public toilet. Why had he never down this before. He was always afraid of cottaging but the thrill was so great.

‘Get yer mouth going up and down quicker mate, I’ve a load of spunk to get out of me balls.’

Hearing the guy sound so dirty made Luke slide his mouth ever faster up and down the shaft whilst keeping his hand firmly clenched at the opening. He could hear the guy grunting on the other side, and the more Luke sucked the more he could feel the precum in his mouth.

‘Yer a fucking horny little bastard,’ the guy said’ making me so ready mate. I’m about to explode my cum down yer throat.’

Luke could feel the guy pressing tight against the hole and he could feel the cock veins throbbing as he sucked.

‘Get ready boy its coming. Fuckin hell’ and with that as he pushed his cock back and forth against the hole so his balls erupted creamy cum all the way down Luke’s throat

‘Shit man that’s what I call cum. Yer fucking great boy.’

As Luke was wiping the cum off his chin he realised he had not wanked himself off and as he went to sit on the bog to masturbate he suddenly saw another rigid hard cock sliding through the hole on the other side and again a pair of shiny boots facing into the partition.

‘Hearin the noise of me mate coming boy, you can do the same for me. Sucking him was a good first but as you can see mine’s bigger and thicker and will just about choke yer fucking throat. Put yer hand round it first and feel the thickness and the size of these dick veins.’

Luke didn’t know what to do but seeing this massive dick being offered up to him made his cock so hard he thought he might cum without wanking

‘Lick me head first. I like the feel man before you gag.’

Luke let his tongue get covered in spit and slowly started on the head which was pink and shiny and like a helmet. Judging by the slit there would be a heap load of cum to swallow. Opening his mouth as wide as possible he started to let the cock enter his throat but at first the size was too much and he started gagging.

‘I told you boy. Relax a bit and you’ll find it goes in easier. Take yer time as I want to feel it go right to the back of your throat.’

Luke did as he was told and inch by inch he changed his breathing and the shaft went further and further in, sliding easily with all Luke’s spit which was spilling out his mouth and down his chin.

‘That’s better boy you’ve got the hang of it. Let me feel yer lips rubbing against this filthy partition. Let me feel as if it’s not there and your mouth is tight in against me pubes.’

Luke kept his hand over the end of the shaft so he could balance to take in the full length. He had never taken such a cock as this but its massiveness was such a turn on he wanted the full length. He was not going to miss out  and this time  his own load of spunk erupt. As he started to let his hand move up and down his own shaft so the need to take the full length of the guys cock was more desperate.  He was sliding his mouth up and down the shaft quicker and quicker and as he did so he hand worked his own good sized dick.

‘I know yer fucking wanking boy I can hear your breathing but shit mate its making me so fucking ready and that mouth of yours is the best suck I’ve had in ages. I want you to come at the same time and hear your jism. Go on spunk it boy I’m ready.’

Luke could not contain it any longer and as his own cum shot out splatting against the partition so he let out a mighty orgasmic sound.

‘That’s it boy I’m coming now.’

Whilst Luke’s spunk was still hitting the partition so the guy let rip an avalanche of cum almost choking Luke who could not swallow quick enough with great wads spilling down his chin.

The guy withdrew his cock and the boots moved away. There seemed quietness as Luke took out his hankie to wipe his chin and the remainder of his own cum from his cock. He leant forward to pull up his trousers and that was the last he remembered as he blanked out as something hit his head with such force.

As Luke had stood up the two guys had kicked the door with their boots with full force smashing into Luke’s head.

The next thing Luke knew as he started to come round was that he felt cold and could hardly move his head. Slowly his eyes began to focus and open more. He firstly realised that he was totally naked and in a cage. The reason he could hardly move his head was that there was a hole in the cage that allowed his head through but was too small for him to remove it. The room he was in was dark and smelt of piss and damp. His hands were free but as his head was clamped there was very little he could do. As he looked down there was a bowl of water that he could just reach to drink out of.

‘Christ my head is so sore. I must be bruised to hell and I can feel blood in my mouth. Where the hell am I? What have I done to deserve this? Someone has to hear me.’

Luke started shouting at the top of his voice

‘Help me, help me will someone come and get me out of this?’

After shouting for several minutes and starting to feel hoarse, there was a blinding light. For several seconds he could see nothing and before he could open his eyes there was a thundering noise over his head.

As he opened his eyes slowly the noise was as loud as ever. With the head still looking down he made out a pair of shiny black high laced boots. He felt he had seen them before, yes that was it he saw them under the partition in the toilet block.He was just able to look upwards as to what was going on above him.  A guy with a baseball bat was banging it over the bars, and thumping the bat up and down, grinning from one side of his face to the other.

‘Wakey wakey you cock sucker.’

‘Stop it, stop it please’ Luke screamed over the noise, his ear drums almost bursting.

‘Oh we have a nice little gay guy here don’t we. Stop it please,’ the guy said trying to imitate Luke.

‘Why have you done this to me?’

Another guy in the corner said

‘Well you gave us a great blow job we thought we would keep you a bit longer. But you need to change your look a bit mate.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘A bit preppy for us.’

 Luke looked more closely at the two guys. He had noticed as he rushed in for his shit that both were wearing boots and jeans but had not looked enough.

The two guys were in tight fitting bleachers as if the bleachers had been sprayed on they were so tight and not just their legs and thighs but their cocks and balls showed a huge package stuffed down one leg. They both had their high boots , one with red laces and one with yellow. Both had braces to match their laces with black Fred Perry T shirts. One wore a green A1 jacket the other was black Their heads were shaved and one had a scar all the way down one cheek. Skin 1 and Skin 2.

‘Time to leave you in the dark for a bit but don’t worry we will be back every hour.’ And with that they turned off the lights and left locking the door.

Sure enough one hour later they came back each with their baseball bat and started thumping them across the bars of the cage

‘Stop stop for Gods sake stop.’ Luke screamed

‘You need to get used to this boy.’

Out they went and sure enough every hour they came back  and ran the bats across the bars.

‘This is fucking great. The boy hates it.’

After 8 hours of this they returned again and started up.

‘I’m fucking loving this mate,’ Skin 1 shouted as he beat the bars

‘Fucking stop that fucking noise now.’ Luke shouted.

The skins stopped immediately.

‘Now that’s what we want to hear, a big of aggro in the voice. Say it again.’

‘Fucking stop it.’

‘Good boy.’

‘Now what’s this I see boy. A nice big piss puddle you have made.’

Luke hadn’t noticed but the noise had made him so worked up that he had peed himself and his piss was in a puddle under him.

‘Yer luck’s in boy. We just downed a few cans of lager and both of us are desperate for a piss. Seeing you’ve just pissed yerself then you won’t mind some of ours. A right golden shower is coming your way.’

Skin 1 and 2 unzipped their bleachers and pulled out their cocks. Luke could see they were the two pricks he had so enthusiastically sucked earlier. They stood in front of Luke and took aim at his head with their cocks.

‘Fuck I have a right load of piss here for you mate.’

And with that they both let rip with a heavy stream of bright yellow piss aiming it at Luke’s head and face.

‘Drink it up boy. You loved our cum so swallow our piss.’

Luke could not move his head in the cage as a torrent of pee cascaded down his face. He had no option but to lick it as it poured over his lips. At first it tasted acidic but after some had gone down the back of his throat there was something about being a sub, unable to escape with so much piss that he found himself starting to swallow. The Skins seeing this made sure their stream was directed at his mouth.

‘He fucking loves it. As good as our cum eh boy? Shit look at his cock he’s getting a bloody hard on. Getting a bit more like us and Christ me cock’s starting a boner seeing him. Need to get rid of this pee first.’

Both the Skins shook their cocks and stuffed them back into their bleachers, Skin 1 having more difficulty as he was the one with the thick cock and now semi hard.

‘Got some work to do now. Go get the clippers mate.’

His mate went out the room and came back with a shaver, razor and shaving cream.

‘Your hair is now stinking of our piss so best for you if you get rid’

‘No please don’t do anything to my hair’

‘We’ll fucking do what we want. You ain’t got much option in that cage and don’t fucking shake your head while I have me razor on you.’

Skin 1 got down on his knees in front of Luke who knew he had to obey in his cage. He took the shaver and started on Luke’s head working from the back to the front. Luke could see his hair falling on to the floor and was helpless.

It seemed no time until most had been removed. Skin 1 then sprayed the shaving foam all over his head.

‘Need to get rid of all this fucking stubble you got there.’

Luke could feel the razor tight against his head and a couple of times felt the razor cut his scalp.

‘A couple of cuts wont do you any harm. In fact better for a skin.’

After half an hour Skin 1 sat back and looked

‘I’ve done a fucking great job there boy. Have a look. He walked over and picked up a mirror putting in front of Luke.

 ‘Oh my God I look just like the two of you.’

Fucking right mate what did you think. You’re gonna be one of us. Need to clean you up a bit. He walked over to the wall where a hose was hung on the wall. Unravelling he brought over to the cage and then walked back and turned on the water. He aimed the cold water at Luke at full power and Luke almost froze as the water splashed against him.

‘Stop please, I’m clean now.’

 The water was turned off

‘So now we are gonna leave you for a while. Time to get dressed. Your clothes are on that chair. I’m gonna unlock the cage and let you out. We’ll lock the door so you won’t be getting out. Luke could feel the cage door’s padlocked being undone and the padlock that had made his headstuck in the round opening.

Luke felt he had no strength to do anything and just laid  there at the open cage door.

‘See you later boy’ the Skins said as they went out locking the door

Luke slowly clambered out the cage feeling stiff and slightly disorientated. As he stood up, naked he saw clothes piled on the chair and in front a pair of high lace up boots, It all looked the same gear as the skins.

Luke was cold from the blasting of water and wanted to get into the clothes quickly no matter what he might look like. At the top of the pile was a black Fred Perry T shirt like the other two which was a tight fit but showed off his torso well. They must have had some idea of his size. Next the bleachers. He saw they had a zip back and front. As he pulled them on they were tight to his legs and thighs and as he pulled them up it felt good, so good that his cock started hardening. He pushed it down the inside of his leg making a large obvious bulge. The more it rubbed against the bleached denim the more it got bigger. He attached the black braces which seem to pull up the bleachers even more . ‘Christ what a package I have’ Luke thought staring down at his fully hard cock. He then pulled on the thick white socks which came up to almost his knees and sitting on the chair he forced his feet into the shiny black boots carefully lacing up as though he had done it many times before. Finally he put on the A1 green bomber jacket. He felt so great.

‘Where was that mirror?’ He picked it up from the floor and made sure he ran it over his body so he could see himself. Something suddenly snapped inside him. ‘I’m fucking Luke the skin.’  He had a large bruise down one side of his face from the cubicle door being rammed into him but now it made him even more like a  fucking rough skin. “No more fucking pansy boy for me. I’m up for some action and time those guys got what’s coming to them. He rubbed his crotch examining the bulge. Shit man just hope I can pull this out for my revenge.’

He heard the key turn in the door and jumped back behind it ready for anyone to walk in and be dealt with. Skin 2 marched into the room expecting to see Luke wandering around the space. Luke closed in behind quickly putting his arm around Skin 2 in complete stranglehold, the guy chocking and unable to release the vice like grip. His head was skewered back and he was desperately trying to get air as the grip tightened. The guys arse was tight against Luke’s boner and the slight rubbing made his dick even harder.

‘Not so much a fucking boss now are you. What did you expect doing all this to me and making me dress like you. You wanted a fucking skin and let me tell you mate you’ve got one and one much harder than you. Can’t talk can you. I’d like to fucking strangle you.’ Skin 2 could only splutter and was at the point of passing out.

‘Don’t fucking think about it mate’ Luke shouted as he pushed Skin2 towards the cage. With his other arm he pushed the skins head downwards until it was pressed against the bars of the cage.

‘Gonna make a nice imprint of these bars on that fucking face of yours.’ He then ran the arm over the guys arse.

‘Nice bum you’ve got there and you know what that for. Right a good fuck and I see you have a rear zip so you’ve had it done before. This time my cock will split that arse of yours.’

Luke quickly undid the zip and the bleachers immediately parted revealing a nice dark hairy arse. Luke gave it a couple of sharp slaps making the skin wince with pain.

 ‘Shit you little fairy that ain’t painful’ and with that he slammed his hand with full force over his buttocks. ‘I wanna see that arse of yours tingling red for my cock.’

‘So you ain’t moving much. What that means  it you do wanna be fucked. Now get your legs nice an wide.’

As the skin did what he was told Luke undid his zip and pulled out his cock which was straining inside as it was so hard.

‘To make it easier for you let me gob some nice spit down my shaft’ Luke said and he released a huge gob onto his cock and then he rubbed it.

‘That’s nice nothing better than a slimy cock ready to fuck.’

With one hand firmly of the skin’s back keeping him fully bent over the cage, Luke used his other hand to direct his cock into the crack and loosening up the hole with a couple of his fingers.

‘Christ that hole of yours is desperate for my dick and by the feel of it you have had a few cocks up there in the past.’

 Luke took both hands and spread the skins cheeks apart ready to ram his cock in. The hole widened and Luke’s head slipped in the skin letting out a squeal of pain.

‘Fuck it man it’s not even all the way in. Now this is. With one great push Luke pushed his cock all the way up to the hilt..

‘Nice and juicy that hole of yours. Hope for your sake there’s no shit in there. Can you feel my pubes right up against that hairy arse of yours?’

The skin squealed but a squeal of delight.

‘Knew you’d love that you fucking little whore.’

As Luke said that the door opened and Skin 1 walked in.

‘Well you’ve changed you hungry skin. You look the part. Knew you would when you walked in to that bog. You are right up there mate so let’s see you get the rythmn going and fuck him hard.’ As he said this he was rubbing his crotch which was now half way down his legs and bulging thick.

‘I remember that dick of yours. Go on get it out and let’s see you wank while I roger your mate.’

‘We’re all mates now boy.’

‘or a start you can bloody well stop calling me boy if that’s the case.’

‘Ok man give it to him

‘Seeing that meaty cock of your mate has me even more ready to shoot my load inside him.’

‘Then go on really slide it in and out.’

 Luke started ramming his prick in and out, faster and faster his breathing rapidly increasing, skin 2 grunting more and more, while skin 1’s hand was working his shaft faster having let a big gob of spit grease him up.

‘Ride him man, I’m ready’

With one final push Luke shot his hot spunk in fierce spurts right up Skin 2 arse. Skin one arched back and sprayed the floor with his cum. As Luke let Skin 2 move the bloke had come in his bleachers with a great wet patch showing and some cum oozing through.

‘That’s what I call a fuck man’ Skin 2 said.

‘You’ll have to stay here mate’ he said to Skin 2, ‘you cannae come out with all that cum showing on yer bleachers.’

‘So man stuff that dick back it but shake off the left overs first. We have a job to do.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Follow me we have to go and do some cottaging.’

The two went back to the same toilet where it had first all happened. This time Luke and Skin 1 stood facing the urinal. Skin 1 moved his hand over to rub Luke’s cock and it was no time until his shaft was a full boner.

‘That’s you ready now. You can go first.’

As he said this, so a young guy walked in and quickly looked at the two blokes at the urinal and went into the middle cubicle and shut the door.

‘I’m ready ‘Luke said unzipping his bleachers, ‘just hope he is’

 and the two walked into the left and right cubicle.

[mygayshortstories]

Back before the days of the internet, when I was in my mid 20s, this was my first experience at “cottaging” in a public toilet, when I happened across Steve, a gorgeous 18 year-old, just ravenous for sex. But this turned into more than just a 'quick one'.....

Steve the Pipe-Fitter 

I had a day off from work and had gone out to Coventry to photograph the Cathedral, only to be met with a ‘no photography’ sign at the door, so I’d spent the rest of the morning taking candid photos of nice young men out in the sun instead. A bit frustrated, I got back to town about 2 o’clock.

Just under the pedestrian ramp leading out of the railway station were the public toilets.  I had heard about ‘cottaging’ and knew that this lavatory, being busy and anonymous, was such a place, so whether or not my subconscious was drawing me there today I don’t know but when I actually went down there, it was to pay a genuine call, so I duly paid and went into a cubicle.

The partitions between the cubicles didn’t quite reach the ground, so there was a gap underneath of about 6 inches. After a while, my curiosity got the better of me. Although I had never done it before, I knelt down on the floor and looked underneath. To my naïve surprise, a few cubicles away, a face was looking back in my direction. My reaction was instantaneous; I sat up quickly. However, my reaction had been so swift that I hadn’t had time to see who it was or what he looked like. For some reason though, I couldn’t pluck up enough courage to look again. I just sat there.

A short while later, I saw a young pair of shoes, at the end of jean-clad legs, enter the cubicle next door. I say ‘young’ because the shoes were new and smart, with a brass toe-strip, fashionable at the time. Clearly it was someone fairly young; probably no older than me, at any rate. He seemed to sit down but then do nothing else. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How old?” and slipped it under the partition. The note was quickly taken up and was shortly followed by the sound of a match being struck. At first, I thought he was burning the note in disgust but then I realized that he was using the match to write with.

The note came back; “18” it read. I drew a rather deep breath. Now what?

I returned the note; “I’m 26 – can I wank you off?”  I remember thinking at the time that punctuation was probably superfluous under the circumstances and that a fairly basic vocabulary was more apt.

Another match was struck on the other side and the note came back, “Lend me your pen”. I realised that he must have seen my stainless-steel biro when I had slipped the message under the partition and I wasn’t yet ready to risk losing one of my 21st Birthday presents. As I had nothing else to write with, I returned the note saying, “No – you’ll nick it” and indicated that he should continue using a match.

There was now a bit of a delay and I figured I must have blown my chances. At best, he didn’t have any more matches. “And all for the sake of losing a stainless-steel biro!” I thought to myself as I sat there.

However, to my surprise, eventually another note came back giving his approval to my original request, provided that I agreed to “suck him off”.  Needless to say, I immediately indicated agreement and told him, “Unlock when ready”.  I flushed the toilet and opened the door.

As I emerged from the cubicle, I then thought, “What do I do if he doesn’t unlock the door and just leaves me standing there like an idiot trying to get in?” It was pretty busy outside, with people coming and going, people washing their hands or waiting for a cubicle and some even hanging around at the urinals. They may or may not have known what was going on but I knew I had to risk it and be quick about it. As I turned, I saw his lock click to ‘vacant’ and I pretended to put in a coin and entered the cubicle.

On reflection, my hasty action deserved to lead me into serious trouble but my limited experience knew no better. I don’t know who I really expected to find inside but for a start he hadn’t lied about his age. He was a fraction taller than me, lightly built with short dark hair and wearing blue denim jeans and a black leather bomber-jacket over a plain white ‘T’ shirt. But what struck me so overwhelmingly was his incredibly beautiful face. He had blue-grey eyes and soft boyish features, so clean-shaven that he looked almost as if he had never shaved and never needed to. I could hardly believe my eyes how gorgeous he was.

He also must have been reasonably pleased with me because, instead of just offering me his cock to suck, we both feverishly began undressing each other. We didn’t get far though, before we were both embracing, hugging each other tightly. This first embrace said so much without words and it seemed to last for ages; he pressed his whole body to me, burying his face against my neck, hugging me and kissing my neck. He smelt nice too; he was clearly wearing after-shave or cologne of some kind. Whatever it was, it was doing its job perfectly and I was almost overwhelmed. At best, on entering the cubicle, I had expected - I had hoped – for an ‘ordinary’ young man (like me) who wanted quick, impersonal sex but nothing had prepared me for this situation. He wanted – he deserved – far more than just a quick wank, that much was certain. Looking into those glistening blue-grey eyes, set beneath luxuriant dark eyebrows, I just cradled his face in my hands and gently kissed him on the lips.

At this point, I must have realised the danger we were both in; two men in a public toilet, half undressed and one of us under 21. I felt I had to get him out of there to somewhere safer – and a little more romantic. I whispered into his ear,

“You’re so gorgeous; what on earth are you doing here?”

He merely hugged me all the more tightly and then he kissed me for the first time; not a peck or anything half-hearted but a full-blown, sloppy kiss. Oh heavens!  His lips tasted simply delicious! Memories came flooding back of an 18 year-old boy-friend I had a few years back, as I began to melt against him. Again, I whispered to him,

“I can’t bear the thought of you being caught here. Can I take you back to my place? It’s not too far and it’ll be safer there.”

Much to my surprise, he readily agreed, just as we noticed someone spying on us from under the partition with the next cubicle. It was that face again – the one I had seen looking back at me under the partitions - only this time, he was right next door and had already noticed two pairs of feet where there should be only one.

My newly discovered treasure left the cubicle first, flushing the toilet for effect, and I followed after a moment or two. When I emerged at the top of the steps, I thought that I had lost him and that he had run off, but then I caught a glimpse of him disappearing into a telephone kiosk. I still wasn’t sure whether he was trying to avoid me but I briskly walked up to the kiosk and when he saw me, he came out. As we walked away together, he seemed more on edge than I had expected and he was nervously looking around at the people about us.

As we walked on, I managed to ascertain that his name was Steve and that he was, of all things, a pipe-fitter. To this day, I don't know if he was having me on and it was some kind of jok on his part but without warning, he suddenly hustled me in front of a queue and onto a bus. Rather taken by surprise, I fumbled for the fare he had paid and followed him upstairs to where he was sitting, looking intently out of the window. He then told me that we had been followed from the toilet and he pointed to a middle-aged, rather scruffy looking man in the crowd who I remember seeing earlier, loitering in the public toilet. It was ‘The Face’ from under the partitions again!

We stayed on the bus as it went around the City Centre; meanwhile, he sat there, pressing his leg firmly against mine. Even through my jeans, I could feel the warmth of his leg and this tenuous connection of our bodies passed an electric sexuality between us that was getting me highly aroused! The blood was pumping through my cock, tightly crushed inside my briefs, and there was an uncomfortable dampness developing in my groin as pre-cum oozed into my underwear as we sat there, our jean-clad thighs pressed warmly together.

By the time we reached the Town Hall, he seemed to be less nervous. We had lost our follower, so we changed buses and headed to my place. On the way, I tried to make ‘small talk’ and he responded chattily. He had a gorgeous Liverpool accent but said he lived locally. I learned that he had left his parents in Liverpool to find work and that he shared a flat not far from where I now lived, so he didn’t feel that he was heading into totally strange parts. The short walk from the bus seemed to take ages; my heart was beating fast and it was thumping into my throat. I was nervous that we might meet someone I knew; what would I say? But as it happened, we didn’t pass anyone.

He seemed impressed when I showed him into my flat and immediately asked how much it cost. Typical of a Liverpool ‘Lad’, I thought; winningly engaging but always straight to the point. I took his leather bomber-jacket, gave him a Coke and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to me, indicating for him to sit beside me, which he did. As I put my arm around him, he responded straight away by doing the same and by snuggling up to me affectionately. I stroked his face and again told him how beautiful he was.

“Thank you,” he said with a coy grin. He seemed genuinely flattered.

As I moved to kiss him, he turned toward me and our lips met for the second time in a kiss of such tenderness, quite unlike anything you could imagine from an 18 year-old. His lips were full and his mouth tasted slightly of mint, as our passions roused and our tongues entwined. I began to realise that he may have been 18 but he was no novice. He certainly knew how to kiss, that’s for sure!

Eagerly, he following me into the bedroom, where I drew the curtains and closed the door. In the semi-darkness, we embraced again but this time, unlike in the toilet cubicle, we were safe and secure from prying eyes. Our whole bodies now pressing together, we kissed and hugged. He began to unbutton my shirt as I removed his t-shirt, revealing soft tanned arms and a strong chest delicately peppered with tiny hairs. Again we hugged, but this time our skins touched for the first time and passed bodily warmth between us. Feverishly, I unzipped his flies and unbuckled his belt but by now, we were both so desperate to get into bed that we both just dropped our jeans and almost leapt into bed, still wearing our underpants.

Under the covers, we fell against each other, skin against skin, and I felt the warm hardness of his organ against mine through our underwear.  Soon, however, the underwear was gone and we were fully naked, entwined, hugging and kissing in a heat of frantic passion. I could feel his organ, large and full, between our stomachs as I lay on top of him and he began thrusting upwards to me.

Looking back from today’s world of the internet and ‘porn on tap’, it’s difficult to explain but all this excitement simply proved too much for me and his eagerness tipped me over the edge; all my pent-up sexual frustrations rose within me and I came uncontrollably against his stomach and erect cock, hugging and pressing myself to him. As I clung to him, my orgasm enveloped my whole body, as my semen gushed uncontrollably in pulses between us.

I was mortified. While I did not count myself as promiscuous, I had ‘been around the block a few times’, so this sort of thing was not supposed to happen to me and I was embarrassed. I thought I had blown my chances and it was all over. Light-heartedly, I apologized and quickly mopped up the mess, as I didn’t want to disappoint him. But there was no fear of that; he rolled me onto my back and knelt astride me, holding his throbbing penis in my face, foreskin already drawn back in anticipation. Evidently, he hadn’t forgotten our bargain back in the public toilet!

I too had no intention of breaking our ‘contract’, so I eagerly took his throbbing tool in my mouth and began sucking and playing with it. He loved it. We rolled about in a number of positions, with me sucking him and tickling and licking his testicles; and him thoroughly reveling in it. But I had to keep resting my jaw; it was beginning to ache and juices were everywhere; he was a big lad for one so slightly built.

 “I’m a good stayer,” he joked, and he certainly was. I wasn’t about to give up either; he was 18, beautiful - and all mine. 

But eventually, I felt the tell-tale signs; now on his back again with me crouched between his baby-soft thighs, his organ in my mouth and gripped in my hand, his breathing suddenly changed and he began gasping and shuddering. Don’t you simply love that moment when a young man loses all self-control just before he cums? With a deep, hard gasp, he exploded into my mouth 3 or 4 times, great gushes of salty cum coursing through his organ and filling my mouth.

Some guys (girls too, I suppose) don’t like the taste of a guy’s cum, so they either spit it out or let it dribble back out of their mouth. For me though, the whole experience is a very personal one and while I don’t much like the taste, I feel that swallowing it increases that connection; it creates an even deeper bond between the ‘giver’ and the ‘receiver’. Besides which, having a man’s cum permanently inside me is very satisfying; at least it is for me, at any rate!  Consequently, as his throbbing cock subsided, I swallowed all of his slimy, slithery juices. His body then relaxing and exhausted, he breathed heavily.

“Jeez, I needed that!” he said, as we collapsed into each other’s arms, once again hugging and kissing.

At this point, I thought he would want to leave, his passion satisfied; but he hadn’t had enough, it seemed. We continued laying together, caressing and stroking, hugging and kissing, rolling about in loving passion the likes of which I had not felt in a long while. Occasionally, we would rest and just lay still in each other’s arms, softly talking, only to return to the hugging and kissing with renewed vitality. I complimented him on how passionate a lover he was. He liked that.

I said, “You’re not shy either, are you”, and he looked at me, slightly surprised, and replied, “No”, as if it had never occurred to him.

As we still lay entwined, without any warning he then said,

“Well, can I stick it up you then?”

Although the abruptness of his request came as something of a surprise, it was by no means out of character. He was direct and to the point. But I saw this as an opportunity, so in an attempt to persuade him to meet me again, I said I thought maybe we should keep that for another time. He didn’t seem to mind, except that now we began exploring each other’s bottoms.

As I played my finger around his anus, I realised that this was one of his weak spots, as it was mine in fact. He began groaning and he clasped my hand, pressing my finger into him. With the aid of a little lube, I began to finger-fuck him, massaging his prostate while he writhed about, groaning in ecstasy. For a few moments, I had his entire body sensations under my control (again) and I sensed he was going to let go again. I felt tremendous. But he had other ideas still in his mind because he gently pushed me away, grabbing the lube and following my example. Now he was the one who had me under his control and my mind soon changed regarding his request to screw me! He rolled me over and took charge.

I asked him to take it gently – he was only young and I wasn’t sure how desperate he might be. But I need have had no fears. As I lay on my front over a pillow, face to one side and one knee raised, he lubricated his now throbbing organ and my aching anus. He entered me just a little at a time, pausing when I asked, allowing me to relax. He wasn’t particularly well-endowed, as if that mattered, but he was fairly narrow too, so I was able to accommodate him with very little discomfort. However, his cock was quite long and it was terrific to feel his slender organ sliding smoothly in and out, upwards and inwards, rhythmically inside me, as he lay against my back with his arms firmly clasped around me. It was sheer bliss.

Eventually, he began thrusting in earnest, almost withdrawing in between his full, hard thrusts into me. In fact, he slipped out twice and got a bit flustered at nearly losing it – he was obviously getting near to his climax. I calmed him as he entered again easily, softly encouraging him to continue, and he began thrusting again, now desperately. As I felt his rhythm change, he thrust once or twice really hard into me as far as he could go and, reaching his climax, he grasped both my hands on the pillow and buried his face against my neck. I could feel him holding his breath, as he held absolutely still for a second or two; and then I felt his organ pulsing high inside me – 2, 3, 4, 5 times he came into me, my insides warmed by the love fluid flowing into me. Then he let out a gasp and I felt him relax his frantic grip of me, as he just lay there on top of me, his tool still slowly throbbing the last of his orgasm inside me.

Exhausted, his tool slipped out of me as he still lay against my back, sighing and breathing heavily. I sighed too – frankly, I had never had it so good!  As we rolled over into each other’s arms once again, I told him so and he was justly flattered. We must have rolled about kissing and embracing for quite some time until he finally asked if I had cum when he screwed me. I told him I hadn’t, although I had been pretty close, and to my utter amazement, he said,

“Right, well it’s your turn then – I’ll do you a blow job” and with the words, “Let me at it!” he climbed over in-between my legs and began passionately sucking my still hard penis and tickling my testicles with his fingers.

Frankly, I was speechless; this 18 year-old fantasy had just had two quite tremendous orgasms in the space and he was still as excited and, what’s more, he was interested in me. I wasn’t expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready for anything he was prepared to offer and I was enjoying every precious moment.

He didn’t move up and down on me much; instead, he teased me with his mouth and tongue, second by second, so slowly that as I felt myself drawing towards a climax, it was so gently and slowly done that the tension was almost agonizing in its pleasure. I began shaking what seemed like ages before I came but then I could feel the fluid rising in me, flowing on its inexorable path to the outside world. I clutched at his head, gasping for breath, and came like a small fountain into his mouth, pumping away while he eagerly swallowed every drop I gave him until I was truly spent.

I was still gasping for breath when he collapsed against me again, where he lay for another ten minutes or so until it was time for him to return to his own flat. We had been in bed together for nearly three hours and finally he was leaving. We dressed and tidied up and I asked if I could see him again. To this day, his reply still baffles me.

“What do you think?” he said.

I’ve often wondered at the double meaning in his response but at the time, I took it at face value, gave him my phone number and attempted to express sincere feeling to him as I showed him out to the road and directed him to his bus home.

A beautiful cheery face smiled back at me as I waved to him disappearing down the road. As I returned to my flat and closed the door, I was alone again and felt suddenly empty and yet at the same time rejuvenated. For me, nothing short of a fantasy had come true and it felt all the better for knowing that he had had a bloody good time too! Our afternoon had been filled with such intense passion that I thought, “Surely this was more than just another ‘one night stand’ encounter?”  But he never contacted me and I never saw him again. All I have is the memory; the image etched in my mind of that beautiful young man’s face, the warmth of his soft skin against mine and that incredible Thursday afternoon.

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A kinkley piss fic for @bothered-bewildered-bisexual because cloud made me weak with her own piss fics.

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Buck's heart pounded in his ears, the fast bump-bump starting to settle as he gradually slowed the face of his jog. He'd been out for a while already, the sky lightening as the sun crept higher, summer heat building fast and leaving the air around him feeling muggy and hot before he was even half-way through his regular jogging route.

He'd already finished his water bottle twice over by the time he was walking through his cool down time back to his loft, the water starting to sit heavier as it worked through his system. He'd sweated a decent amount, but not nearly enough to make a difference to the amount of water he had drunk.

The closer Buck got to his apartment, the more aware he became of the ever-growing need, no longer distracted by keeping a steady pace as he jogged. It felt good, Buck felt good. The leftover adrenaline boosting his mood and energy now sparking to light up the lust starting to flicker low in his stomach.

Picking up his pace slightly as he slipped inside his apartment building, taking the stairs rather than the lift, Buck's mind kept drifting to the increasing strain on his bladder. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and Buck was momentarily grateful to the heatwave that currently gripped L.A. because no one would blink twice at his rosy skin and sweaty appearance, especially not when he was obviously combing back from a run.

Sliding his keys from his pocket, resisting the urge to give his cock a squeeze as he did, he quickly let himself into his loft. The door snicked closes and he turned the lock over before sagging back against the door, letting his head fall back with a soft groan. He tossed his keys in the direction of the bowl they usually sat in next to the entrance, the tinkling of the ceramic let him know his aim was true. His bottle he just let drop to the floor where it rolled off under the entrance table. He could fetch it later.

Buck's bladder throbbed and his dick was half chubbed already. He slipped his hand under the waistband of his shorts, curling his fingers around himself as his other hand drifted to press with barely-there pressure over his lower stomach.

He let himself stand there for a few moments, stroking over his shaft a couple times not even bothering to stop a moan from escaping him when he did, spreading the precum beading at the head with his thumb.

Eventually, he withdrew his hand and took a few careful breaths to calm down before straightening and stepping away from the door. With quick steps, he ventured upstairs, tugging off his shirt and shorts as he went and not sparing a glance to where they ended up. He toed off his running shoes and kicked them in the direction of his closet, yanking off his socks with a wrinkled nose as he got into the bathroom.

He was left in just his briefs, the tight grey material stretched over his half-hard cock, the desperate need to piss having stopped him from getting fully hard.

Buck turned towards the shower, the door-less walk-in shower that was one of his favourite parts of his loft, excluding the kitchen of course. The floor angled towards the shower, a single partition of glass next to the shower head. It offered absolutely no privacy from the rest of the room and looked fancy as fuck but Buck loved it. The water pressure was incredible and it was spacious, which left more than enough room for when Tommy joined him in it on occasion.

Just as he was about to slide his briefs off, Buck paused. Instead he turned to face the large mirror above the sink and countertop, relaxing the hold he had on his bladder for just a moment. He grunted a choked off moan, watching in the mirror's reflection as piss spurted from the head of his cock, the fabric of his briefs already damp from precum turning dark as urine streaked through it.

With a heaved breath, tempted to just let go there, Buck shut off the mournfully short stream. He shifted his hand, grasping himself and squeezing and stroking, feeling the warmth of his piss in the fabric. He yanked his hand away, stripping out of the boxers and leaving them on the floor before stepping into the shower.

He turned the water on, aiming the shower head towards the wall so he wasn't being sprayed directly, and resting a hand against the wall above the shower valve.

Buck dropped his head back, spreading his legs and shifting his hips. Now he could do what he'd wanted since he'd felt the need start niggling at him during his jog.

Rolling his head forward and taking himself in hand, he relaxed, pee already welling up again and spurting fast from the head of his cock. Aiming for the shower floor, he let go fully, the stream getting harder as it splashed off the tile. He moaned, watching his spray jet against the wall as he lifted his cock higher before he was pointing to stream straight up, letting his piss wash over chest and drip down his abs.

Buck’s mouth dropped open and he pushed harder, the stream reaching his chin as he stuck his tongue out and lapped at his own piss.

The stream sputtered off, cut off by his cock hardening fully at just the taste of himself on his tongue, at the knowledge of the filthy act he was taking so much pleasure in.

Fingers slippery from pee and slick pre, Buck closed his hand tighter around the hard flesh of his dick, pumping his fist hard and fast.

“That was fucking hot.”

Buck flailed, somehow stopping himself from slipping as his head whipped to the side. His heart was pounding in his chest, stomach muscles twitching from a mixture of desperation, both at the loss of touch against his cock and the leftover piss that still sat heavily in his bladder.

He gaped, staring at Tommy where he leaned with his arms crossed in the doorway to the bathroom.

“I– uh,” Buck stuttered, mortification and arousal swirling in his chest at the knowledge that his boyfriend had just seen him pissing in the shower and then fucking his fist when he got too turned on just at the taste of his own pee.

Tommy pushed off the door, stalking forward and Buck was helpless to the way his eyes roved over his boyfriend's form. His brain screeched to a halt at the site of the very obvious bulge in Tommy's shorts.

The man in question smirked, stopping just outside of the shower. The water was still running, spraying against the far wall where Buck had angled it. He absently slapped a hand against the valve, turning it off.

Drops of his piss still clung to the wall and floor in front of Buck, to his skin and his hands.

And Tommy was standing in front of him, eyes dark with hunger and his cock hard in his pants.

“What?” Buck croaked.

“I said,” Tommy pulled his shirt over his head, and dropping his shorts without ever looking away from him, “That was fucking hot.” He kicked the clothing away, stepping close until they were almost touching.

He trailed his fingertips from Buck's hip, dragging them through the drops of piss still littering his skin and goosebumps broke out behind his touch.

Buck shuddered, breath catching in his chest as Tommy flattened his hand, skimming his palm over his abs and up his chest. He curled his hand up over Buck's shoulder, grasping his neck and yanking him forward into a bruising kiss.

Buck moaned into it, hands automatically flying to hold into Tommy's hips as he stepped even closer.

The sound was swallowed up, muffled by Tommy licking into his mouth. His hips pressed hard into Buck, their cocks sliding together when he rutted forward.

Tommy pulled away and Buck swayed forward, trying to follow him, needing Tommy's lips back on his like he needed air to breathe.

The need was soothed slightly when Tommy didn't move away, instead tilting his head and kissing and licking down the line of Buck's jaw, pausing just below his ear. He nipped and sucked at the spot and Buck went almost boneless.

“Ahh, fuck.” He panted, tilting his head for Tommy to press kisses and suck marks along the line of his neck.

The older man groaned, wrenching his head away and turning them so fast it felt like Buck had blinked and he was pressed back against the cool tiles.

Against the same tiles he'd been pissing against just minutes before, his brain supplied.

His eyes were locked on Tommy's, their noses brushing and breath mingling. The lines of their bodies pressed tightly together.

It was delicious. The coolness of the tiles seeping into Buck's back, contrasting with the warmth of Tommy plastered against his front.

He tilted his chin up slightly, and traced the tip of his tongue over Tommy's lower lip teasingly before leaning back.

“So, uh. How long were you standing there?” He asked, only a hint of nerves lingering at the back of his mind, most of it being chased away by the burning tendrils of arousal flickering in his core. The reaction he'd gotten from his boyfriend had been pretty positive if he said so himself.

Tommy grinned at him, sharp and wicked. “Long enough. Watching you just letting go and pissing like that, the pleasure written all over your face?” his hand slid down Buck's body, holding his cock in a loose fist and stroking slowly.

“I almost came in my pants.” The words were murmured into his mouth, their lips barely brushing as Tommy spoke.

“And then when you pointed the stream up at yourself, and you fucking lapped it up, I couldn't stop myself. Shit, baby, I'd only dreamed of having this in common with you.”

Buck shuddered, moaned high in the back of his throat as Tommy's fingers tightened over his shaft, thumb digging into his piss slit.

“We're going to talk about this later, set any boundaries we need. But for now…” Tommy nipped at Buck's lip, grinding his cock into his hip.

“For now, we're having fun.”

His pace on Buck's cock turned punishing, his rutting getting faster.

“Fuck, Tommy. Please.” Buck panted, his head thudding into the tiles. It felt like he was on fire, hurtling towards an edge higher than he'd been at ever before.

“Please, what? Please make you cum? Tell me, baby,” his other hand moved from where it had been grasping at his hip, and he pressed over Buck's lower stomach, just resting there. “Do you still need to pee?”

He was almost there, he was so close. His head felt dizzy from Tommy's words, from his touch. From the combination of squeezes to his shaft, and fingers rubbing into his piss slit. The slick and stuttering grind of Tommy's dick against his hip, the man obviously hurtling towards his own orgasm.

“Yes!” He cried, chest heaving. “Both, all of it. Please, fuck, please. I'm still so full, I want to cum, I want to piss,” He lifted his head and captured Tommy's lips in his.

“I want you to cum all over me, I want you to piss, too. I want you to wash your cum away as you let go on me, I wanna feel you. I need it,” the words we're pushed out between kisses, spilling out in breathy, stuttered pauses.

Tommy nodded fervently, voice just as wrecked as Buck's. “Anything. Everything. I'll give it all to you– mmf!”

Buck cut him off, hand curling into Tommy's hair and crashing their mouths back together. Their tongues danced as they all but devoured each other.

The need for air still existed, much to both of their dismay, Buck pulling away and ducking his head nuzzling against Tommy's cheek drinking in the little grunts the other man let out as he chased his orgasm against Buck's hip. The rhythm of his hand on Buck's cock stuttered as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Buck dragged his tongue down the line of Tommy's neck, nipping at his collarbone before going back up and tugging at his earlobe with his teeth.

“Fuck!”

Tommy grabbed at Buck's hips with both hands as he cried out, palms sliding around to grab at his ass as he ground desperately forward and fell tumbling over the edge straight into his orgasm.

Cum spurted between them, landing in ropes over Buck's stomach before Tommy shifted slightly and the rest of it spilled directly onto Buck's cock, painting the hard flesh in burning pearlescent streaks.

Tommy stepped back, taking himself in hand with a small hiss and before Buck's brain had caught up with Tommy's intention, hot piss was jetting from the head of his boyfriend's cock.

It splashed over Buck's stomach, the pale golden stream mixing with pearly cum as it ran down his skin.

Buck keened, hand flying to his cock and fucking hard into his fist. His whole body shuddered when Tommy moved the stream, pissing directly over the head of Buck's dick where it passed through Buck's fist with each stroke.

Tommy moved a hand across the stream as it started slowing and then his fingers were in Buck's mouth. He could taste the lingering drops of pee, the saltiness not too strong, Tommy had obviously been drinking a lot of water, too.

It flooded his taste buds, sitting on the back of his tongue and Buck was done for.

His legs shook as he positively fell apart, waves of pleasure crashing over him, his orgasm feeling never-ending. If it wasn't for the wall at his back, he would have been on his knees. As it was, he wasn't far from sliding down the wall to his knees anyway.

His breath was caught in his chest from the intensity of it all, mouth open in a soundless moan, and then it was over.

He slumped, head falling forward into the crook of Tommy's neck as the older man pressed against him again, supporting him in the aftermath.

“Tommy.” He breathed, turning and pressing his forehead against the firm muscled shoulder.

“I need to pee.”

Tommy's hand flexed where they were holding Buck, and Buck felt his cock twitch against his hip, but it stayed soft much like Buck's own. Too soon after their orgasms.

“How do you want to do it, baby?”

“Like this,” Buck answered, lifting his head and letting his forehead rest against Tommy's. “Between us, just like this. I want to cover us both.”

Tommy groaned. “Shit, Evan. The things you do to me.”

He reached down and angled Buck's cock up between them and pressed forward even closer, sliding the hand away so Buck's shaft was held in place between their stomachs.

He wrapped himself around Buck and Buck melted into him. He let his body relax, humming at the way his bladder ached as he paid attention to it now.

With a shaky exhale, he let go. It started out weak, barely a stream as it welled up and leaked from his slit, dripping down his shaft.

Within seconds it was gushing from him, the warmth of it spreading between him and Tommy. Running in golden rivulets up their abs and chests.

Buck sighed, lifting his head and grinning at Tommy.

“I'm pissing on us and it feels so fucking good.”

The other man just grinned back, eyes sparkling. “I know. It's awesome.”

He stayed there, gaze locked on Tommy as his stream pattered off. He huffed slightly and Tommy laughed, nudging him as he reached out and turned the shower on, fixing the shower head so it was aimed over them.

“I know, baby. But let's get cleaned up so we can lay naked on the bed and, if you feel up to it, we can talk about it.”

“If we talk, can we play with this more later?” Buck asked slyly, ducking under the spray with Tommy.

“It's a good thing we have the whole of today and tomorrow off.”

[contentment-of-cats]

Fun and Games

This has been kicking around in drafts for a few months. I was cleaning it out and...

With thanks to @shards-of-silver for getting me off my ass.

Upon promotion to senior lieutenants, there are perks.

Ensigns sleep a dozen to a barracks, junior lieutenants share a four-rack of bunks around a common area and share sanitary facilities. Senior officers of lieutenant commander or higher have their own private quarters increasing in size and amenities, and at flag rank a suite of rooms. But nothing beats the heady rush of getting your own room with a door that closes. Despite what the contractors say, those bunk partitions don't do squat to stop you from hearing every snore, fart, or wet dream from your fellow juniors. There's a corresponding increase in cubic storage along with the bigger room and one may trust the newly-minted senior loots to go a little crazy.

Thrawn as a new commodore aboard rearranged officers' quarters by duty station, so now all bridge officers are housed a literal thirty second run to the bridge or assigned six-man lifepod. Faro has always run a looser ship in terms of culture, and there are times when bridge officers' country is decorated for various holidays and observances. For example, observances of Longnight see small dishes of food and lanterns set out to guide and appease the spirits of those lost in the vastness of space. But today there is something new outside of Agral and Pyro's twofer.

A sign-up.

It's a datapad on a sticky at reading level with a stylus on a cord.

"Sign up for tabletop games night - Quests & Quarries, Pirates & Privateers, Hyperspace Hellscape, Ancient Lands Archaic Warfare, and other RP games coming to a horizontal surface near you!"

The list is growing fast.

A note above the hatch control says, "Game in progress. ENTER QUIETLY."

"Already the social hub," Faro mutters and then jumps out of her skin when Thrawn agrees with her. Even in boots, he moves almost silently. "Let a lass know, sir! You almost scared it out of me!"

Thrawn's shadow - Vanto - is not here or otherwise she'd have stood a better chance of hearing the approach. He is looking at the sign-up sheet and then at the door sign, then turns to her.

"These are not like Scrabble?"

Pyro's love of table games is legend. She even collects them.

"No, Commodore. These are, well, a kind of strategy game." Thrawn visibly brightens. His skin changes color, his pupils disappear as the nictitating membrane crosses them in a three-part blink. "Players create characters and ascend levels in different scenarios called dungeons. It's kind of like academy war-gaming, but more flexible and personalized."

"They will not mind if we enter and observe?"

"They'll snap to attention for a flag officer on deck or I'll have them cleaning the stormtroopers' urinals with ear swabs, but I do not think they'll object."

Faro taps the hatch open and as they step in Vanto barks, "Commodore on deck!"

The response is satisfyingly swift.

"Officers, as you were," Thrawn nods. "I do not wish to disturb the game in progress, only to observe."

Of course, the furniture is bolted to the deck, but there are an additional folding couch and two additional folding chairs added to the room and-

"Pyrondi, where did you get the holotop?" Karyn hasn't seen one in probably twenty years. This one replaces the low table normally issued to this accommodation, bolted down as per regs. "It's got to be a month's pay."

"I bought it at an antiquities shop on Coruscant. Lomar did the new innards, and then all of us wrote code." Us being - apparently - herself, Lomar, Hammerly, Barlin, Agral, Yve, and Carvia.

"Major Carvia, what is your part in this madhouse?" The man budges loots up the couch to make room for their captain and commodore in the armchairs. "Surely you're not a player?"

"I helped Pyro carry this up here and did the coding for groundpounder dungeons. No offense, but this bunch is all Navy." The major wags his finger at Pyro. "I will thank you, youngster, not to refer to items as 'antiquities' that I am old enough to have owned brand new."

"Everyone do a stretch, get some snacks, and we'll come back into it in fifteen?" Pyro asks and everyone agrees, getting up a little stiffly after hours gaming. "Sync and go."

Thrawn looks over the table, at first studying the current dungeon, but then with more interest at the leather-bound manuals of flimsi, and beautifully made sets of dice and other paraphernalia.

"Please, Lieutenant, explain." Thrawn settles in one of the armchairs, accepting one of Pyro's fruit teas and a packet of sweets.

"Well, first these are the handbooks for players and dungeon masters. These others are for aspects - beings, arms, character classes." Pyrondi takes a small bag and empties it into her hand. "These are my dice."

"Is a gambling chip counted as dice?" Thrawn looks intently. "These are thystine and aurum leaf, correct?"

"If a binary decision is needed, yes, it counts. They are thystine, but as you can see, every player has their set and aside from the chip they can have sets of seven to fifteen, it depends what games they play."

Vanto's set is doonium, which makes Thrawn smile fleetingly. Carvia's is some kind of bone or ivory. Agral's is synthetic fireopal. All sets are as individual as the player.

Oh, no. ART.

"And what about the crystal ball?" Karyn asks. It's a perfect sphere set on an elaborate base.

"Oh, that's a toy I picked up from a junk dealer. He said it didn't work, but when you ask it a yes-or-no question it gives you a nonsensical answer. Watch. Is the mess going to serve hash for firstmeal again?"

The sphere roils with smoke and then shows a wavering answer in its center.

Better not tell you now.

"See? It gives positive, negative, or non-committal answers. To be fair, I don't want to know if we're having hash again."

The players filter back in and take their places as Thrawn is given a rough crash course in play. Pyrondi looks around, sets up a triptych screen to hide her materials and plans, and then asks if everyone is ready. Snacks and drinks to hand, all affirm and the game resumes. Karyn watches her superior as he watches the game with eyes bright. Pyro is a force of chaos and order, handling players firmly but also throwing wild situations at them. The dice can't be rigged or fooled on a dice pad, holding them firm.

Thrawn reminds his officers that night phase is coming, and they have watch coming up. The party breaks up with others putting the room back to order and bidding good rest.

"If you do not mind, Lieutenant, Captain Faro and I will join for the next game."

"Please do, sir. The more the merrier."

Karyn almost groans but holds it in.

"As I remember, you said the same thing before you wiped the walls with me at Scrabble."

Pyro only grins. "Good rest, sirs."

[wobbledweenus]

Am I the only one who thinks Urinals are super gay?! Like… y’all are standing around, dicks out, and pissing! No partition! No privacy!

You walk in, take all your clothes off, gently tap dicks together, and then pee into a bowl! How can anyone even deny the inherent homosexuality?!

[damedechance]

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Elucien NSFW Fanfic

Status: Complete (6/6) | Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6

Under the anonymous screen name witch_hazel, Elain Archeron has been moderating the chatroom of rising OnlyFans creator, swiper-no-swiping (Lucien) for a little less than a year. When he comes to Velaris from out of town, they agree to meet up, and the unspoken attraction between them reaches a boiling point.

Heyyyy guys. It is finished! See below for a silly lil fake tweet I made using pics from pinterest, followed by a silly lil snippet <3 ttyl

A bathroom. Perfect.

Elain fell back against the door, both to catch her breath and to keep the door shut in case anyone walked in to find her absolutely losing her shit. As she waited for her heart rate to approach a more normal pace, she scanned the bathroom to make sure that it was empty.

It was incredibly nice, as far as public restrooms went. It was perfectly clean, and the sink to her immediate right was set in a gorgeous, black marble counter. She set her empty glass down there before she looked at the rest of the room. The stalls were each completely closed off in their separate rooms with a full door, instead of short, metal partitions, and on the opposite wall…

There was a urinal. Elain had somehow found her way into the men’s room.

Immediately, she reached behind herself to lock the door, but she didn’t feel it latch. When she turned around to look at it, she found that the lock was broken.

Elain stared dumbfounded at the door for a moment, before looking back down to her hands.

Now that she had actually given herself a moment to breathe, her attempt to find some privacy so that she could sext Lucien seemed even more ridiculous. Her reflection stared back at her from her screen, and she could see that her eyes were wide, and her hair had become somewhat undone. She looked absolutely mad.

So tell me what they look like, Elain.

“Fuck it,” Elain muttered. Imagining Lucien’s voice asking about her panties was enough to get her right back on track, no matter how ludicrous it was. She whirled around and headed straight for the first toilet, and shut the door behind her. At least the stall locked, even if the door to the entrance didn’t.

The entire bathroom might have been small, but once she was in the stall, Elain felt absolutely claustrophobic. The walls went from the floor to the ceiling, completely enclosing the space, and it was so cramped that she hardly had the room to turn around. But eventually, Elain managed. She propped up one foot–clad in a very expensive heel–on the toilet lid, and opened up her phone camera.

When she was done, Elain smoothly stepped out of the stall, and set her phone down beside the sink while she calmly, very normally washed her hands. Her screen remained unlocked, and right there in her text thread with Lucien were two new messages.

Elain: fine, you were right

Elain: if only you were here to call me out on the lie [Picture Attached]

Elain was wearing a white lace thong, for the record.

[reginaldqueribundus]

when public restrooms don't have partitions between the urinals I feel like Bambi's mother venturing out onto the open meadow

[mellifiedman]

Just walked into the men's room at this bar by mistake and can't believe the dire conditions in which guys are pissing. The urinal is basically just a drain in the floor with no partitions or anything. How does anyone live like this

[draconic-ichor]

Curiosity

Short little ficlet

Warnings: strong language, mentions of urination, public urination, non sexual discussions of genitals

Summary: Magnus suddenly realizes some physical differences between omen and humans while out with Lír.

Maddox, Magnus, and Lír went to the market square together. In part to keep Magnus out of trouble, and to also get the three to bond a bit seeing as Lír was becoming closer to their sister. Just breaking into adulthood, Magnus was still very new to most things and held a hearty amount of curiosity for the world around him.

Lír found this out the hard way…

He had to make a quick stop in one of the communal restrooms, bladder aching. Magnus had followed while Maddox hung back to wait.

Lír found an empty stall opening, undoing the ties of his pants and gingerly getting to business. Normal behaviors.

Magnus glanced over the partition wall as he waited, but what he saw changed the quick stolen glance into a double take. He turned, leaning over the wall a bit to look closer, curious.

“Is it always out like that?” He asked.

Lír jumped, almost splashing his boots. Turning away from the others gaze he stammered, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s outside.” Magnus informed, asking, “Is that normal?”

“I’m pretty sure.” Lír’s face was red as he hurriedly shook himself so he could tuck away his cock from Magnus’s gaze.

“Mine’s on the inside.” Magnus went on, oblivious to the other’s discomfort, “Iv never seen an outside one.”

“What do you mean it’s on the inside?!” Lír cried, a bit too loudly.

A few of the other patrons eyed the pair, causing Lír to redden further with embarrassment.

“Yes, look.” Magnus offered excitedly.

Lír pushed past him, firmly declining.

Hand already on the ties of his trousers, Magnus insisted, “No look, it’s inside.”

“I’m not looking.”

“Oh come on, Iv seen yours.” Magnus whined, tailing as the other hurriedly went for the door.

“Not on purpose!” Lír explained, busting through the doors and back into the sunlight.

Maddox waited for them under a tree, rolling his eyes and huffing, “What took you two so long?”

“His cock is on the outside!” Magnus exclaimed.

Lír covering his face as Maddox pinched the bridge of his nose. The bonding not going quite to plan.

[outhousesitter]

Like this? True story I wrote.

The Bare-Bottom Man 

I pushed through the two heavy oak doors into the men’s room in the basement of the city library west of Nashua, New Hampshire. This was a dim, dank space where two toilets without any doors were separated by worn marble partitions veined blue like Roquefort cheese. Although often cruisy, this place was pretty safe because the double doors acted as an “early warning system”; when anyone opened the outer door, you had time to “get decent” before getting caught.

But that day the place was empty. I was 26, skinny and blond, with a round boyish bottom. I chose the first stall, lowered my dungarees and briefs, and sat on the cool, totally public seat. A single light bulb shone on the gray terrazzo floor and the frosted, dusty window high on the wall opposite the toilets. I felt the cellar damp on my balls and bare bottom. I tinkled; there was a faint chance I needed to have a BM. But I certainly needed a man to walk into the men’s room to sit or watch.

I waited for what seemed forever, the hard black seat probably imprinting itself on my bum. Finally, I heard the outer door rattle open and then the inner door and the sound of footsteps. The unseen new guy bypassed the sinks and urinals and advanced toward the stalls.

“Oh, sorry.” He was darkish, about forty, probably Italian, beginning to bald. Clean-shaven, he had a prominent nose and hooded, slightly sleepy-looking eyes. He paused against the wall directly opposite my stall. Smiling and smirking, he stared directly down at me sitting on the toilet.

My Oxford-cloth shirt covered my boner but of course he could see its telltale shape; it made a six-inch tent in the fabric. “Hot day,” he said.

“It’s cool in here.” I felt exposed, embarrassed, and, yes, really excited. My anus constricted when, in the ultimate dad gesture, he lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke. My cock hardened and popped free from the hem of my dress shirt. My Italian dad was lighting his cigarette while his boy sat bare on the can. He nodded and I nodded back. My rock-solid cock bobbed, leaking a drop of precum.

Jamming his cigarette into his mouth, he fumbled with his fly, taking out his enormously thick sausage of a cock, long and cut and semi-erect. I stood and we squeezed our cocks together. He edged closer, tugging on mine and playing with my balls. He gave me a series of smoky kisses and bit at my ear. I was bare and in dad’s hands, literally.\

“Do you want to see my ass?” I said.

“Sure.”

I turned, lifting the long flap of my dress shirt, so that he could look at my entire crack.

“Nice.” He ran gentle hands over my bare bottom, stroking the cheeks and crack, probing into my hole.

“Will you give me a spanking?” I asked.

His voice became dad-stern: “Bend over.”

Yanking up my shirt, a little scared, I obeyed and felt vulnerable, what I called “bummie-bare.” Whack, whack, whack. He was a strict, experienced spanker. His cigarette mocked my crack and anus. He spanked from cheek to cheek, quickly and without letup so that the sound of my boyish humiliation echoed off the marble and tile throughout the men’s room.

“Better stop.” I’d gotten nervous about janitors or people outside in the adjacent parking lot hearing my loud licking. Plus, dad had embarrassed me sufficiently for me to want some male leverage over him. “Can I see your ass?”

Without replying, he unbuckled his belt, and right there in the stall, just inches to my left, he peeled down his pants and sweaty briefs. I sat on my sore, spanked bottom, inspecting his. His bum was small and skinny, almost concave in the middle of each cheek. It was smooth but his sinewy thighs were very hairy. Was he a runner? He wore odd, worn black sneakers.

Shifting my own naked bum, I opened his crack to “give him a rectal.” I pulled open his anus, happy to focus on his hairy hole, flecked with bright yellow pieces of toilet paper left over from his morning BM. Ha: my turn to smirk. I slapped his bare bottom, hard.

“Thanks.” I requested he pull up his pants: two bare men in one stall was more than risky. So he settled back against the wall, with that same amused smirk.

My hour on the toilet was finally motivating my bowels. I confessed, “I gotta take a shit!”

Looking down, in more ways than one, he laughed. “Go ahead.”

I thought he might leave, might piss or pretend to wash his hands. Instead, he smiled and lit a fresh cigarette–ready to enjoy the view.

Testing his interest, I stared straight at him, and, defiantly, he stared straight back, locking eyes with me as I blushed and pushed.

I strained and he smirked, smoking and staring. Slowly, my grunt–soft, fudgy–came inevitably out, slipping into the bowl without any splash whatsoever. I tried but failed to fart. My rectum eased. Maybe he thought I was faking.

I snagged several squares of the stiff, shiny toilet paper, and, leaning forward, began wiping my bottom. Suddenly, surprisingly, he bent low and grabbed a handful of paper. What was up, was he blowing his nose?

Then he prodded my boner aside and reached under my balls with the wad of paper. He began wiping his boy’s bare bottom! Next, incredibly, he examined the paper–smeary, chocolaty, embarrassing–before tossing it between my legs into the toilet. He grabbed another wad, reached under my sac, and wiped my crack again. Again, he inspected the evidence of my movement.

I had never been wiped by a dad before–let alone a hot, spanking, smoking dad, in public. I felt like the barest boy in the male world.

I finished wiping, and, wildly horny, began jacking off. He tugged on my cock, tickled my balls. I really needed another spanking, bare and hard and over dad’s knee. My anus, still messy, tightened, and I exploded with long ropes of cum, all down my thighs and into my briefs. He stood there, laughing…

Weak-kneed, I wobbled upright, wiping my crack and cleaning up the floods of cum, from my body, the floor, all around.

He smoked his cigarette, smirking in total dad-triumph. He was The Bare-Bottom Man, for sure.

END

Yes. So reminiscent of the time I spent in public men's rooms, stalls with and without doors, to be watched or heard having that perfect BM. Or be the watcher or listener for the guy in the stall having that perfect BM. I need to write the story of a guy at my place of employment who waited having a movement until someone else was in the men's room.

[toiletbulges]

Doorless Squat Toilet

Another Chinese Roadside Toilet story.

We was travelling from Shanghai on another bus when it pulled into a service station. This time i need a dump while my mate only need a pee. We walked into the mens room, and was greeted with a row of urinals, and then further in doorless squat toilets. 6 on one side and 6 opposite. I took a squat. There was a bloke already in the one opposite. I could see the poo dropping from him and hearing grunt. I started to poo as well.

As i was using the squat, suddenly a father and son came in. The dad took a squat on the opposite side to me, and the son took the one next to me. I could see his face as the partitions only short. Both started blowing it up, and talking to each other. I realised i didnt have any toilet paper, so had to text my mate to bring me some of our supply. He appeared with some and decided he needed to use the squat as well. We stood to wipe this time, as well as the others in the room

[madanimalscientist]

To me as a livestock scientist it's baffling that human nutrition is still using bomb calorimeter values (gross energy) when what we balance diets on is metaboliseable energy or even net energy. What's the difference? Quite a lot!

The figure below gives a brief overview, but let's go into this a bit more because this kind of thing is literally my job IRL. And it's fun!

Source: https://www.semanticscholar.org/paper/Investigation-of-energy-partitioning-in-modern-%3A-a-Shatnawi/d5ad6bf4a523ad807b3d8cfdb52782b598f6855d

Gross energy is the calorimeter value. But some of it never gets digested and exits undigested. So if we subtract off fecal energy loss, we get DE: Digestible energy

From that, we subtract off energy lost in urine (and methane energy if you're a cow or a sheep). That leaves us with metaboliseable energy (ME), aka what actually makes it into the body potentially. This is the energy that your body can use to actually do things and is what I mostly work with. So like I might say a feed mix for a sheep is 10 MJ ME per kg feed that means for every kg of feed there's 10 MJ of energy actually available to the sheep in that feed (and 10 MJ of ME per kg of feed is a pretty standard to good feed quality density). What the sheep does with it from there depends but that is how much energy will be absorbed by the sheep themselves. And we balance diets accordingly. (The feed tags will also usually have a crude protein value which then requires additional math to estimate how much of that protein the sheep can actually digest but that'd be its own post)

But wait there's more! Your body is going to burn a bunch of that as fasting heat production aka basal metabolism aka maintenance aka the energy used to keep the lights on. This is largely a function of how much protein is in your body - especially in your guts and liver, which have massively high metabolic rates (~10x that of skeletal muscle in cows/sheep, not sure re humans) just in terms of protein turnover, secreting things, etc etc. So if you have more protein in your body your basal metabolism will go up.

So after you account for maintenance, you also have the heat increment of feeding - IE the heat produced by your metabolism of the feed itself - digesting, absorbing, etc etc. It scales with how much you eat.

And then you have the heat of product formation - that's the heat produced from storing nutrients in your body as protein or fat. It is a lot more energetically efficient to store extra energy in your body as fat, but it still generates some heat. It's just that storing protein (or exporting protein as milk) generates a lot more. That is why pregnant people and/or lactating people can feel so dang hot - especially since mammals aren't hella efficient at using energy for either, so it generates a lot of extra heat. And a good chunk of that is from protein.

So after all that, the bit that actually gets incorporated into your body is called net energy available for gain (NEG) or retained energy (RE). Which for protein is 23.8 MJ/kg protein (not protein -containing tissue which is mostly water but the actual protein itself) or 39.6 MJ/kg fat (pure fat, not including the rest of the tissue itself). Tada!

So TL;DR the caloric value on a food label is using a method that doesn't actually reflect how much energy is available to your body, but food labels for livestock do take that into account. And it's really weird that other species are factoring in what actually is available to the body but human science has lagged behind so much.

I gave my soapbox speech about how weight loss is mostly bullshit to two different patients in a row yesterday and so help me I’m pretty sure one of these days someone is going to say “but SURELY you agree I’d be HEALTHIER if I lost weight!” bc you can see the disbelief in their eyes. And like. Sure, maybe! You might see some improvement in biomarkers like LDL and A1c, and your knees would probably feel better. But you would be amazed at how much more good you can do for yourself by focusing on things you can actually meaningfully change without resorting to making yourself miserable. Eat more fresh fruits and vegetables—it’s hard bc they’re more difficult to prepare and more expensive per calorie and go bad faster than other foods, but they’re what we evolved eating the most of so they’re what our bodies need the most of. And walk around more; sure, cardio is great for you, but if it sucks so bad you don’t do it, it isn’t doing shit for you. And we evolved to walk very very long distances, a little bit at a time, so our bodies respond actually very well to adding walks into our schedules, which is vastly easier than adding workouts that are frankly designed to be punishing when the definition of punishing is “makes you less likely to do it again in the future.”

You get one life. It is shorter than you can begin to imagine. Don’t waste it hating yourself because somebody is going to make money off that self-hatred. You deserve better than to be a cash cow for billionaires who pay aestheticians and dermatologists to make them (or at least their trophy wives) look thin and beautiful no matter what they actually do.

[restloo]

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