I worry about them getting yucky. But you’re right…it’s more work to let them pool at your ankles.
and did they take off their pants to do so?
Exactly.
My son grew out of the nude pooping stage finally, but at thirteen he’s still apt to remove his pants when seated.
No, I don’t watch, I know from him whining “Alright I’m hurrying already, geez Mom, just lemme get my pants back on!” jingle, jingle of buckle and change
He’s a home pooper, so at least I don’t have to worry about him getting his pants stolen at school.
There’s a really big dude in my office who does this. Walks up to the urinal, drops his trousers and underpants all the way to the floor, hikes up his shirt and grips it in his teeth, and leans with one hand against the wall above the plumbing. The other hand he uses to hoist his massively pendulous gut so he can aim his pecker more or less in the direction of the bowl.
That was a severe shock, I’ll tell you, the first time I went into the bathroom and saw this four-hundred-pound guy naked from the middle of his back to the bottom of his calves.
Long story short, I failed my save and took eight hit points of damage.
Must… contain… laugh… at work…
At home, I prefer to sit on the toilet naked. It is very relaxing but has nothing to do with a fear messing up my clothes. It is more of a comfort thing. In public, I adopt the methodology of the Costanza school (shirtless shitting).
Okay, now I’m curious: why turn on the hot water?
And me, since I want to use toilet paper, I don’t use the urinal at all; I just use the stall to begin with.
From the sound of it, he did.
I’ll take off my pants at home, but that’s mainly to keep one of the cats from crawling into them and going to sleep. 
I seen a murine to this too as not to dirty his uniform.
And I got my save on not drinking while reading this thread.
Oh my god, there’s something that’ll get a kid ragged-on even more than being home-schooled should it ever become public knowledge.
This statement just caused me to laugh uncontrollably for about ten minutes straight at three in the morning. My dad woke up and had to check up on me because he thought I was high.
Well done. ;j
You don’t specify which wall — the back wall (in which case it sounds like he was standing to urinate), or one of the side walls of the stall.
Oh man, the back wall. He was not pissing, I would have heard the tinkle, and his feet, were, you know, too far underneath the toilet to be standing in front of it.
I’ll never know what he was doing, it’s times like that that you want to wait for the guy to get done and firmly ask him, “What the hell were you doing in there?”
He’s probably an Alpha Centaurian. When they try to pass as human the simulation is almost perfect, but the only way they can use our toilets is to sit the wrong way around. They usually wait for privacy, but he was probably busting at the seams. Literally.
Depends.
:eek:
Was it because you pictured baggy silk trousers with huge, brightly-coloured polka-dots on them? That’s what did it for me.
(But then, I was high.)