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If it's a bowl urinal I'll kind of hover over it and pee over as much of the surface as I can, first in a circular motion around the rim and then into the middle as the flow reduces. I like to think of it a bit like leaving a little bit of myself behind, like my own unique mark or scent. With troughs I sometimes like to stand back a little, pull my foreskin right back and "paint" as much of the urinal as I can, left to right and right to left. My favourites are the steel troughs, as you can often see the marks left by others, so I can direct my stream into the exact same spot where the last person peed. The turn on for me is having my pee mixed with others publicly. I love the thought that sometime after I've left others will see and add their own pee to mine, and imagining it all being washed down the same drain as one.
I rarely use the toilet/stall in a public facility unless it's mixed sex and there's a good chance an attractive woman will see/flush or add to my pee if I leave it in the bowl, which turns me on massively.
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I know it's boring but I was looking for 'The Toilet' option, so could only truthfully choose 'Bath or Shower'.
I like to piss in bidets too, and in all cases usually with a bit of help. 😁
As for the rest, images I didn't need on my next hotel stay... depending on who did the pissing of course. 😜
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Feel like I haven't posted in ages, and feeling a bit horny tonight so thought some of you might like to see a few different streams into public urinals.
In the bowl urinals you can often make out the yellow water in the trap from the last person if it hasn't flushed recently, as in the first pic. Enjoyed adding mine to the mix.
2nd and 3rd uncut as I normally pee, 4th pulled back and a bit more hydrated.
Finally, a few minutes later and it's on its way to wee wee heaven 😢🚽
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A couple of days ago, into a large urinal. I'd been saving my pee for hours and given the whole trough a good hosing down. The smell of my fresh pee on top of the pee already in there made me incredibly horny.
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Completely get it. I'm not into other men either but there is still something massively arousing about the way we all piss into the same toilet and that's somehow completely normal. Sharing that experience with women would be beyond my wildest fantasies.
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14 hours ago, InsertName said:
Same!!! I thought maybe it was because I was into pee but you’re right it could also be that I’m into pee because there was a huge focus on it daily! Mind blown over here. I still can’t pee if other people I know are in the restroom, can obviously hear me through thin doors, or know it’s what I’m doing like if we were camping. But i consider it a huge win that I can pee in public restrooms or super quiet houses with thin doors at all since I couldn’t until my 30s.
Well done! You don't change overnight but any improvement is worth celebrating. I wanted it so badly that I slowly desensitised myself over about five years by just drinking loads of water and forcing myself to use public urinals every time I was out - so effectively tackling my shyness head on, and making communal peeing part of my normal daily routine rather than just a dirty fantasy. Took a while and a lot of pain but I'll never forget the first time I succeeded, it gave me such a massive confidence boost.
Eventually you realise nobody cares, yet even now it still feels wrong somewhere in my subconscious mind, peeing where anyone could walk in and catch me in the act at any point. But also so hot to be sharing a toilet, peeing up against the wall of a trough into the wet patch left by the last person and watching it trickle away down the drain, peeing into a urinal pan full of someone else's pee and imagining the next person peeing into mine, etc. It'll never get boring.
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I suffered for years with not being able to go anywhere in public, like at all. Not even in toilet cubicles unless they had full height walls and were relatively sound proof. It's quite life-limiting, when you think about it.
Guess I fantasised *a lot* about being able to just whip it out and go anywhere without caring who saw. Still have my shy moments of course, but now I can (well, urinals or outdoors where it's not busy) it feels so good every time. Not sure I'd have managed more than a dribble in Bacardi's busy corn maze though - that's an achievement. 😀
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I was brought up to see pee and peeing as a deeply personal and private thing, so anything involving public/communal peeing, the indignity of having my pee mixed with others' pee, seen by others or disposed of by others is kind of where my kinks lie.
Love the feel and sensation of peeing, especially with a full bladder.
I'm a tidy person on the whole, so toilets/urinals are where it's at for me (although I guess that's pretty vanilla to many on here).
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I find the smell of fresh urine incredibly arousing too. It's very personal to each of us, subtly different for everyone.
I remember my best friend at high school often used to piss up against trees or into bushes whenever the need arose if we were out in the woods for a long time. Sometimes I would sniff the wet bark or admire the shiny droplets on the leaves when his back was turned and often masturbate later thinking about it. I badly wanted to be able to add my own urine to his but being a shy kid it would never come.
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I used this one the other day. Just look at the size of the cistern!
The pee collects in a channel at the bottom, before flowing down the drain on the left.
A pleasure to let it take mine.
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I don't have one, but I have been known to when there's one in a hotel room.
I like to put the plug in and fill it up.
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On a similar theme if you like this sort of picture, I'm having the bathroom in my flat re-done at the moment. Don't particularly want to use the kitchen sink so until the new toilet's all connected up I've been storing it all up in a milk bottle and then pouring the lot down the public pisser every couple of days once it's full.
Here's another couple of litres going down the drain. Kind of sad really, it's like me but in liquid form. And so pretty... I love my pee!
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There's something satisfying about seeing urine in toilets, so I thought I'd share a quick pic of my first wee of the day from my run this morning.
This particular urinal isn't quite level, and it left this nice little puddle of mine proudly on display for the next person to see, still warm and awaiting it's fate.
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My girlfriend and I were coming home after a day out last Saturday. We got to the station a bit early and still had about twenty minutes until our train, both desperate for a wee as we'd been drinking.
For some reason the Ladies was locked but the Gents open. I suggested to my girlfriend that she could come into the gents with me since she was desperate and there were no other men around, but she's shy and said she'd hold it.
When I came back out a couple of minutes later after emptying my bladder into one of the two urinals and washing my hands, the platform had gotten busier with a small group of girls heading off for a night out on the town. One of them had joined my girlfriend, said she was bursting and asked me sheepishly if I thought it'd be alright if they used the gents. Of course I sympathised and told her that there was nobody else in there and offered to keep watch for them while they went about their business, and the two of them went in together.
As I stood by the open doorway I could hear them clearly, hissing and tinkling into the water as they shared their plans for the evening, chatting away and giggling like best friends despite being perfect strangers. Can't help thinking, if we'd been a couple of minutes later I could have still been stood at the urinal only a few feet away.
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On 2/23/2023 at 4:45 AM, rojo92 said:
I used to feel that way to the extent that I would have a panic attack (I would get really scared without an apparent reason) when I was in my early 20's. I couldn't pee in a toilet and flush it and it would also terrify me if a cute girl was peeing in a toilet and flush. As you mentioned earlier, pee was something very important for me and the idea of flushing it "violently" freaked me out. I could pee anywhere else like the sink, shower or any other place that didn't require flushing it.
After trying so many counselors I finally found one who dug into my childhood traumas and we found out that the pee was my unconscious bond to my mother and all the great memories I had as a child.
I was exposed to physical and psychological abuse as a child, we refer to it as "violence". We discovered that my unconscious fear of flushing my pee was related to see "the violence" of the water taking away something that I love.
After understanding that, my fear went away very easily. My counselor asked me if I still want to keep the fetish and since we determined that's something that I love and does not affect me or anyone I decided to keep it. To this day I still have second thoughts when peeing and flushing a toilet but I don't feel any fear whatsoever. I love peeing in bags of diapers and I do it when possible just because I love the feeling!
That's really interesting! Thanks so much for sharing, it means more than you'd imagine. I posted this topic to try and find out if there might be anyone else out there who gets these feelings, but with the lack of replies I'd kind of assumed that it's probably just me and the rest of you will think I'm a bit crazy. 😆
I never got the panic attacks, and I could flush the toilet as soon as I was old enough to rationalise that it wouldn't harm me. With me it has always been triggered by someone (or something) other than myself flushing MY pee for me. Interesting how you describe "the violence" of the water taking it away, as in a way it almost feels like having a violent act committed against me - like it's a bit degrading having a bit of me destroyed at the hands of someone else. For years I was incredibly anxious about using urinals because (and I know it's different in the U.S.) you don't get to flush your own pee - you just "let it mellow" and leave it to get flushed with everyone else's at some point later.
Great that your counselor helped you to overcome the fear element, but that you can still enjoy having the fetish. Certainly for me attaching some level of value and importance to my own urine, even though only at some weird subconscious level I don't fully understand, has formed the basis for my being into pee generally.
On the plus side, there are people who have to ruin their furniture or their carpet to get off (I'm not judging, by the way). I only had to piss in three urinals today and I'm having so much pleasure imagining the moment each one got flushed away!
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(Contains male & female peeing, desperation, wetting, peeing outdoors and in a toilet/urinal)
They’d met on their gap year trekking in Nepal, and just hit it off straight away. Fraser sometimes had to pinch himself, unable to believe that he’d been so lucky in having Emily for a girlfriend. She was bubbly, pretty and just one of life’s genuinely kind souls. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.
What better way to recover from the excesses of Christmas and Hogmanay with Fraser’s parents in Stirling than a road trip in their native Scotland before heading back south. They both had a calling for the outdoors and with work so quiet at this time of year a couple of weeks in the Highlands in January felt like just what the doctor had ordered.
“This is the last one”, said Fraser, removing a bottle of water from his backpack.
“I think we’re nearly back now”, said Emily, as they negotiated their way across the grassy dunes and back onto the beach.
They each took a couple of long sips. It was important to stay hydrated even in winter.
“No more for me.” Said Emily, “I’ll be ready to burst by the time we get to the hotel.”
“You have such a weak bladder!” Fraser jibed.
“I do not!” Laughed Emily. “I don’t know how you can hold it for so long.”
He hadn’t told her that he’d relieved himself during their brief skinny dip in the lake. They’d easily gone through a couple of litres of water each throughout their eight-mile hike in the wilderness.
Emily recalled how earlier that afternoon she’d found herself caught short in the most exposed spot imaginable up on the hill. She’d had to squat over a burn, with her heart patterned knickers around her knees and the crisp winter wind around her tooshie masking the sound of the water softly flowing all around her. That primal feeling of being at one with nature never got old.
When they arrived back at the car park the sun was low in the sky. Fraser could sense Emily’s discomfort.
“Less than half an hour’s drive, I reckon” He reassured her.
She imagined squatting down right there, next to the car. But it probably wouldn’t have gone down too well with the dog walkers, for whom this was a popular spot.
“I’ll be fine.”
Half an hour later they were nowhere near the hotel.
“I think we must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.” said Fraser.
“I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”, warned Emily.
“Try to think about something else.”
“Oh, that’s easy for you to say.”
“Actually, I’m ready for a piss myself.” said Fraser, understating his own growing desperation. He didn’t want to make her feel any worse. “There’s bound to be public toilets in the next village”.
Out of nowhere, a deer ran across the road in the fading light ahead of them. Fraser hadn’t seen it coming, distracted by their unfortunate predicament. He stopped in time, but the pressure of the seatbelt squeezing on Emily’s full bladder forced her to release a squirt involuntarily. It took all her strength to squeeze the muscles closed again, as she considered jumping out of the hire car right there to avoid an embarrassing explanation at the rental place.
“Okay. This is getting silly now.” He said.
There was a faint whiff of pee.
“There must be toilets somewhere around here.”
There wasn’t much in the pretty harbourside village. A dozen or so white rendered cottages, a post office, and the harbour itself. Emily spotted the sign first.
Parking. WC.
“Over there!” She squeaked excitedly.
As the moment of their relief neared they both felt a whole new, almost unbearable level of urgency. Fraser threw the car clumsily into the nearest spot, Emily doing a little dance in the footwell with her legs.
Getting out of the car and standing up seemed to multiply their pain tenfold.
Fraser disappeared into the Gents without even locking the car, not that it would matter around here.
Emily pushed at the door to the Ladies. Just a few more steps to the white porcelain throne.
But it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.
There was nothing for it. She was going to have to use the Gents. Self-consciously taking a quick look around her to check nobody was looking, she hobbled over to the other door and went in.
“What are you doing?” laughed Fraser.
“Would you believe, the Ladies is locked.”
Emily had never been in a men’s lavatory before, except once at school when her best friend Melissa had dared her. It was a drab 1960s block quite at odds with the natural beauty all around it, dimly lit with terracotta floor tiles, roughcast walls and a pungent stench of stale urine. There was only one toilet and a computer printed sign on the door read “Out of order”. The urinal occupied most of the opposite wall – a big old steel trough, about 6ft long that went from a little above chest height right down to the floor.
“You’ll have to use the urinal.” Said Fraser. “Or the sink.”
“What if somebody comes in?” said Emily.
Apart from the sound of the odd passing car, there was nobody about. The silence was only broken by the gentle tinkle of water into a tank on the wall high above their heads, which only made Emily even more desperate to pee.
“Relax babe. It’s just us!” said Fraser, unzipping the fly on his Levis and fumbling urgently inside his boxers.
He could wait no longer.
He pulled his flaccid, uncircumcised penis over the top of his pants, using his free hand to relieve some of the pressure from the elastic, aimed at the wall and relaxed.
The first few pathetic dribbles spattered noisily onto the bottom of the steel trough. They had never been shy about seeing each other pee, but it felt strangely naughty in such a public setting. What if they were caught?
There was nobody around.
As Fraser began to let go his stream became stronger and stronger, until it was like a fire hose. A wisp of steam came off his warm pee as it hit the cold steel, before running down the wall and forming an amber pool around the lemon scented blocks in the bottom of the urinal.
Emily would’ve loved to hold him, but there was no time for that. The pressure on her own bladder was unbearable by this point. She felt the muscles give, and the sudden warmth in her knickers spreading down her crotch. There was nothing she could do now to stop nature taking its course, her hot wee gushing down her legs.
She frenziedly dropped her trousers and stood there beside her boyfriend, naked from the waist down. The urgent hiss from her vagina betrayed the force of her stream which she was able to direct into the urinal, with some success, using her forefingers to stretch the skin. A second smaller stream trickled down the inside of her legs forming a small pool on the floor tiles beneath her.
They both kept going for almost a minute, Emily’s messy stream occasionally crossing with Fraser’s as over a pint of fluid drained from each of their bodies. Emily had always been a bit of a deep thinker. It was strange, but as her pain eased she looked on as her own wee mixed with her lover’s right in front of them, before flowing slowly toward the drain as one, never to be seen again. It gave her a kind of warm feeling of connection that she couldn’t quite place, a bit like one of those ancient sacrificial blood rituals.
So much were they enjoying their relief that neither had noticed the solitary droplets glistening in the light, then the first silver dribbles of water seeping down the back of the urinal, first in the middle and then at the sides too, the light grey steel gradually turning darker as it became wet. Then the flush took hold properly, turning the whole wall into a powerful waterfall that washed away their wee as quickly as they could produce it.
By this point Emily’s stream had reduced to a weak dribble, which was running straight down her legs and onto the floor. Her trousers were already soaked through, so she’d might as well just let it empty.
Fraser shook the last few drops from his now hardening penis into the raging torrent in front of him, and they caressed passionately. A deep pool of water now occupied the spot where their pee had once been, but Emily’s cute little puddle on the floor had at least survived as if to mark a new territory conquered.
They felt ready for anything now, just a little soreness around their bladders remaining. The look from the cleaner, who had pulled up outside just as they left, was priceless.
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Sharing a toilet with a really cute girl sat on top of my open legs, spraying my penis with her warm stream while we both pee into the water.
Having a cute girl hold and aim my penis while I have a really long pee into a toilet or urinal, shaking it off and then pulling the flush on me before I have the chance to do it myself.
Cuddling, both fully clothed but desperate, and just letting go and soaking each other in our warm piss.
I've only done the first two.
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I also tend to use a vpn. Your ISP keeps a record of every website you visit if you go through their servers. Not that there should be any issues, but I always worry about inadvertently viewing something illegal or deeply embarrassing information about me falling into the wrong hands, not that you can ever be 100% safe. Best use a secondary email address for accounts too!
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2 hours ago, Takashi96 said:
My friend's young son had this issue with flushing. And for the same reason. Her son's psychologist explained that it was quite common. That was the first time I'd ever heard of it.
I actually borrowed some of my words from a parenting advice site as I thought it described the feeling perfectly.
It's a pretty weird fetish, and I've never seen anyone else mention it before which is why I brought it up. I have all the regular kinks too - letting my partner hold it, being pissed on, women pissing etc. but I've never understood drinking it or making a mess. The psychology interests me - guess we're all different.
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I found this site exploring a really unusual kink I have. Just curious to know whether anyone else on here can relate?
When I was a kid I had a fear of flushing the toilet. Not just because of the noise, but I’d look at the amber water in the pan and realise that it was part of me. I feared that by pulling the chain I’d flush a part of myself down the toilet – that I’d lose something important forever. This is very common apparently, but most kids grow out of it.
Not me.
So now I’m aroused by having my pee flushed away by others. I always leave it in the pan for my girlfriend to flush to “save water” (she’s okay with it). I’m not gay but I’m turned on by urinals, especially troughs with a single drain which are still quite common in these parts (Scotland). The feeling of abjection, the thought of our bodily fluids in which we invest much of our notions of privacy and personal identity, mixing with those of others. Knowing that we’re all going to have our pee flushed down the same toilet the next time the timed flush activates and that there’s nothing I can do about it.
Anyone get similar feelings of attachment?
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Has anyone ever held your dick while you were pissing?
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When I first started going out with my wife, she was quite curious I think. I'll never forget the first time we stayed a night at a hotel together, the next morning I woke up absolutely bursting. I thought she was still asleep so I left the bathroom door ajar while I had my morning pee, but she followed me in and the next thing I knew she was standing behind me both of us naked, gently cuddling me and looking over my shoulder like she'd never seen a man pee before while I finished off my business. Before I'd even finished shaking she'd already pulled the chain, grabbed my arm and half chewed my face off - like she was *really* aroused by it. I certainly was!
I never told her about my fetish so I thought I was really onto something. Next time the opportunity arose I asked her if she'd like to hold it for me and she said yes, but she didn't really know how to aim it and only half the pee went in the toilet bowl. We did this quite a few times when we started going out, I even let her hold my dick at a urinal wall once at a deserted 24hr public toilet late one night when there was nobody else around.
It's been a few years since we last did it. I'd love to do it again, but I think she's gotten over the fascination now unfortunately.