West Side Dump Story

Ahh, nothing like a good dump story, eh? I have plenty to share, but if I had to tell only one story...one story to serve as the flagship to all of my dump stories, it would be this one that I am about to tell right now.

It was a couple years ago. One morning I decided to walk an extra couple blocks to catch the train to get to school. The buses and I were running late, and I decided that walking to the train would save me time. About half way to the train station I felt a churning, a painful bubble pushing down my stomach. It was a feeling I knew all too well; nature was banging at my backdoor.

But this was something that I had never felt before. Usually, I would clench up and let the bubble pass, and ride out the pain that threatened to loosen the flood gates. It bought me time to find the nearest toilet. But it would not work that day. These gas surges brought a pain as if little gremlins were inside me, clawing my stomach walls with their jagged nails. The pressure came in waves that provided me short seconds of relief, but chipped away at the forces that kept my asshole shut.

Two blocks away from the train. Too far away from home. Too little time to waste.

I was duck-walking down the street, trying to think of thoughts that diverted attention away from what was happening downstairs. Sweat beaded on my brow. Tears rolled down my cheeks...and my cheeks. I tried to play it off, and not show pain to anyone nearby. My bottom lip was quivering. Thinking pleasant thoughts became dangerous as it threatened to relax me too much.

And I had on my favorite pants that day.

It was too much. I had to make a decision. I wasn't going to make it to the train cleanly, if I did who knew if I had to wait a long time or if it would be crowded? I couldn't go back home, it was too risky. The flood gates had to open.

There was a vacant lot nearby that had pretty good coverage by bushes and weeds. It still was out in the open, as it was less than 45 feet away from the heavy traffic zooming down the street.
I looked in all directions to see if anyone was near. Nobody around. Briskly, I walked into the lot, got behind the bushes and dropped trou. The adrenaline was pumping, and I almost lost control in anticipation. My body almost involuntarily lost control, but I had to hold the line...hold the line until my clothes were out of the line of fire.

I had no idea whatever was coming was partly liquid or wholly solid.

I squat, and leaned back on a wall and released. And a sweet release it was! It was almost orgasmic. But I couldn't enjoy it much, I was still in public. Anyone could walk by and see me. I pushed out as much as I could, to stave off any potential aftershocks.

I turned around to look at the pile I left. It was interesting to see a full movement of mine outside of its conventional water environment.

Then it hit me. I just took a heaping shit in public. And I did not have anything to wipe with.

"Oh shit!" would have been an applicable and punny response at that moment, as I searched the general area, with my pants still around my knees for something to wipe. It wasn't the best of options, but it was either that or go on with shitty pants. There was a dirty t-shirt a few feet in front of me. The image of me quickly wiping, with specks of dirt and whatever else sticking to my ass made walking with shitty pants a much more viable option. At least I would know that my pasty ass would be a result of something that came out of me.

But I remembered I carried a handkerchief in my bag. It was a nice black one I got from work. It was not the most absorbent, but it was the best choice and had to do. I made several strong wipes, folding the handkerchief but still being careful not to get anything on my hands. I then draped it across the pile, pulled up my pants, and casually walked away.

As soon as I got to a restroom at school, I gave myself the wiping I deserved.

I have since walked by that area numerous times, wondering if anyone was unlucky enough to come across what was left there. I was tempted to revisit, but never acted upon my curiosities.


Taking a shit in broad daylight changed things...forever.