Reminds me of a joke:
A–Lord, that just too funny. Between aunt Flo and the clear signs of a very frisky night. . . I’m afraid that in the same situation I would have to kill myself on the spot. You know, you’d think that one or the other of them might have glanced at the other before leaving the room.
Kn*ckers – ewwww. Grossest. Tag. Team. EVER.
luckily, the party or parties have either departed or found some new place to play.
Anahita - very similar happened while I was on holiday with my parents. We were having dinner at the house of this very nice, well-to-do French couple, whose son I was a sort of penpal of. It was in the afternoon, and we were all outside.
Mme French was a very nice lady, nurse IIRC, and she was wearing white trousers that day. Unfortunately, Aunt Flo (La Tante Florence??) had paid a visit. It was not even just noticeable, it was hugely, hugely obvious. My mother agonised over whether to say something, but she just wasn’t au fait enough with French culture to know whether to say anything. Also, I think she took her lead from Mme French’s husband, who also didn’t mention it.
In retrospect, her being a nurse, it was hopefully a little less mortifying for her than for non-medical people. After all, it’s a natural process, and does it really matter having a slight accident? When La Tante Florence doesn’t ring the doorbell with a spell of rock-like tits and violent cramps, you can hardly be blamed for not offering her a cup of tea and a nice cosy tampon.
This whole discussion reminds me of something I saw when I was young. My dad is something of a train fanatic. Model trains, real ones; it makes no difference and he collects all manner of memorabilia and other stuff. Among his collection are a number of time tables, many of them very old (these are the little brochures that tell you the train schedules). Anyway, one time he showed me one of these time tables with a very unusual picture. It had a picture of a dinning car steward serving drinks to a couple seated at a table. The kicker is that right there, in the picture, you can see that the steward’s pants are unzipped and his willy is hanging out! Sorry I don’t have a way to show this to y’all. It was hilarious and yet, definitely one of those WTF?!? moments.
Make that peanut and I’ll second that statement. 
I use it all the time. It’s not uncomfortable at all. Cotton fabric tends to be pretty pliable. I could describe the technique, but… well, I don’t think that’s strictly necessary.
I didn’t figure it out until I was probably in my early teens (I didn’t wear a belt before HS either so it wasn’t as much of an issue), but it saves a lot of time and trouble using the hatch.
So Coldfire, a man’s manliness is measured by the “hottie” factor of his SO? Then my husband is a GOD! 
Seriously though, how could a man drop trou in a public men’s room?!? My husband dislikes the idea of the soles of his shoes touching those floors, let alone his pants!
:eek:
My sister in law is from a well-to-do mexican family of all girls. She taught my nephew to drop trow to pee. It took my brother a year to break him of the habit.
Fine. I will. Heck, if the girls are going to discuss their monthlies, we can discuss this.
It’s a simple one-handed technique best performed with the right hand.[ul]1. Unzip.
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Shove the right hand, with fingers extended and parallel, past the outer (right side) seam of your briefs.
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Hook the inner (left side) seam with your last two fingers and pull to the right.
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With your remaining fingers and thumb, grasp Mr. P and haul him out through the opening.
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Aim, keeping in mind that you must maintain your “hook” on the inner seam. The inexperienced tend to screw this up.
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Do your business.
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Shake thoroughly.
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Still holding your best friend with your first two fingers and thumb, stuff him back into his cradle. Adjust him and the boys for comfort.
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Release the “hook” and straighten up your underpants, removing your hand in the process.
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Zip up. Evidently, some guys forget this step.
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Flush. A very important step that some guys neglect.
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Wash your hands. Another step that some guys neglect.[/ul]It actually is uncomfortable and awkward. I wear boxers exclusively now.
However, I must point out the importance of teaching youngsters how to do this, because their mothers usually buy their underwear and tend to go for briefs.
As NurseCarmen pointed out, that can only end in tears.
That’s a wholllllllllllllllle lotta work. They should just wear boxers and be done with it. 
Don’t make me explain the button-fly variant.
That was extremely instructive, Ex honey. I’m printing it out for future reference, as a mother who buys briefs for her boy. At the moment, he’s just yanking the waistband down and having at it. Is this wrong? Ah, the complexities involved in parenting.
When I was a wee lad, and wore briefs as per my mothers purchase of choice, I yanked my waistbands down like there was no tomorrow. Never used the prefab opening! BUT: I never joined the ranks of the Evil Urinal Unbucklers, either.
It. Can. Be. Done.
snort wee lad …
Since were pretty much hitting everything here, remember how far you could pee when you were a kid?
I’d pretty much forgotton until working as a camp counselor years back. I remember walking out to the back of our cabin, unzipping and taking a pee off the porch toward a field. Two of the campers, both about 8 walked back and joined me on either side. All of a sudden “pppprrrrrr” as their pee takes of in these two incredible arcs!!! I’m hittin’ the dirt about 5 feet away but these two are damn near bird hunting.
Hey, I’m an unbuckle-unbutton-unzip-pull-up-shirt-yank-'em-down man myself.
I tried to snake it through the hole once as a kid, but that was incredibly awkward, and now I’ve found that nothing lines up. The fly on the pants is higher than the underwear, and the hole is higher than my equipment.
I figure the elastic waistband on the underwear is going to last longer than the rest of the fabric will, so why worry?
Here’s a bathroom WTF about a guy who was clearly too drunk to obey the men’s restroom rules.
I was standing at the urinal in a local bar when the guy at the next urinal decides to strike up a conversation, already a men’s room no-no.
Weirdo: “Hey man, didn’t I see you hanging with that cute little blong chick? She your girlfriend or what?”
Me: “No, she’s not my girlfriend. Just a buddy…”
Weirdo: “Yeah, that’s what it looked like. Hey, can you introduce me? Maybe put in a good word?”
(because hey, what better introduction is there than “I was just taking a piss, and man, you’be gotta check out this guy from the urinal next to me”?)
Me: (just trying to reach the end of conversation ASAP): “Yeah, sure, I’ll tell her to come talk to you.”
Weirdo: “Hey, cool man. You’re alright!”
And then he did the unthinkable. Right there, with each of us doing our business, he stuck out his hand, offering the handshake.
Me: “Umm, sorry dude. That is just against the rules.”
WTF?
So, after months of inactivity, weeks upon weeks of lurking, lurking, lurking, trying to come up with a propitious enough subject for my 666th post, what thread pulls me in? What earth-shattering thread is so important that I simply must post in it?
A surreal bathroom experience thread. I feel so cheap.
Maybe it’s for the best. The thread I was envisioning for post #666 was a celebration of evil, and I couldn’t think of a way to both make it relevant and keep from being banned.
Anyway, here’s my contribution to this thread. I happened to find the Other Peoples Stories site today, and this story immediately made me think of this thread.
http://www.otherpeoplesstories.com/019.html
“He’s standing in front of a full-length mirror, rocking back and forth on his heels. He’s wearing a pair of fetching, cheap white costume go-go boots. And nothing else…”
Hrm. Exgineer, I use my left hand. Maybe that’s why you’ve been having so many problems?
I can’t imagine opening the hatch with my right. Do you hold Mr. P (love that, btw) with your left? Are you left handed? I just can’t picture it.
It’s really not uncomfortable or awkward at all, for me. I tried boxers for a while because my friend told me ‘once you switch you never go back,’ but I guess I became the exception to that rule because I still alternate (I also recently tried out the wonder of boxer briefs. Excellent stuff.). It’s really not that much harder to do with briefs than it is with boxers. Same process, when it comes down to it.