Public toilet in the courtyard

When I first started high school, there weren't many apartment buildings in the city; most people lived in single-story houses, including my family. We lived in the largest courtyard in a narrow alley, with a semi-open-air earthen toilet. Each toilet had a small light bulb for nighttime illumination. When I was little, I often sneaked into the girls' toilet when no one was around. Back then, I only had a vague sense of sexuality; just smelling the unique scent of the girls' toilet was enough for me. When I went to middle school, I gradually became more sensible and dared not sneak into the girls' toilet anymore. The year I graduated from middle school, the public toilet in our courtyard was renovated. The individual squat toilets were turned into a large open-air pit, with cement slabs laid on top as footholds. After the renovation, I discovered a secret: the light from the women's toilet pits was bright enough that you could clearly see each pit from the men's toilet through the reflection of urine. And when a woman was using the toilet, her reflection in the urine was clearly visible in the men's toilet, even in bad weather. Wow!!! That's amazing!!!
So, I started frequently squatting there to spy on the women's restroom. My parents both worked in other cities and rarely came back, so it was just me, my older sister, and my grandfather at home. My grandfather only cared about making sure I was fed, clothed, and did well in my studies; he didn't care about anything else. My older sister was already working and dating, so she didn't pay much attention to me either. Therefore, I had plenty of time to squat in the men's restroom for extended periods. My grandfather assumed I was doing homework or playing at a classmate's house in the same neighborhood. By the time my older sister got off work, it was almost dark, and she couldn't see what was happening from inside the restroom, so she never noticed my unusual toilet time. During summer vacation, I became like a queenless bee. All the men in the neighborhood went to work, so there were very few people in the men's restroom, and I could often spend a long time watching.
Of course, it wasn't like I could just squat there and expect to see a woman's private parts; I had to wait for a target. Also, the two stalls on the outside weren't very clear; only the two stalls closest to the men's restroom had a clear view. This was actually more exciting. When I finally found someone who happened to be squatting near me, I could enjoy the view! First I heard footsteps, then saw a figure, then two legs spread apart on either side of the latrine, and then they unzipped their pants… Every time this happened, I would widen my eyes, afraid of missing anything… Suddenly, the pants were pulled down, and a woman's genitals were revealed in the reflection of the urine… I stared intently, drooling (what does it feel like to drool in a toilet?). I really wanted to pounce on her and bury my face in her flesh (although I already understood the relationship between men and women, my childhood sexual fantasies involved rubbing my face against a woman's genitals, and seeing this complete genitalia brought back those childhood fantasies). After they took off their pants (or lifted their skirts), they couldn't wait to urinate first, and if I was lucky enough to catch them defecating, that would be even better, as I could watch for a while longer. At this point, I would unconsciously put my hand on my genitals and start masturbating. If they didn't defecate, they would wipe themselves after urinating (that's when I realized that women wipe their genitals after urinating). After she finished urinating and pulled up her pants, I would always watch them leave with lingering reluctance, waiting for the next target to appear. Over
time, I began to pay attention to which women I had seen were. If they weren't alone, they would talk in the restroom, making it easier to identify them. Sometimes, I would wait for them to come out and then run out of the restroom to see who it was. This kind of fun made me even more enthusiastic. Those normally prim and proper women would voluntarily take off their pants to let me see their genitals (of course, they didn't know); Xiaoqin (pseudonym), who was in the same class and courtyard as me, always thought she was the prettiest girl in class, looking down on everyone, and when I asked her to watch a movie, she always said she was too busy, but she still obediently took off her pants to show me the beautiful scenery that other male classmates couldn't see; that shrew who always falsely accused me of stealing her family's grapes when I was a child, now wanted to show me how she defecated; oh right, that pretty older sister who lived in the back courtyard, my dream girl, every time I ran into her in the courtyard I was too nervous to even greet her, now she gently lifted her pretty skirt to let me see the scene I had been dreaming of... Sundays were the most exciting, since no one in the courtyard had to go to work, there were more women going to the toilet and they went more frequently, but there were also more men than usual, so it was like guerrilla warfare, running around and not always squatting in one place to arouse suspicion. In those years, I masturbated a lot, sometimes at night fantasizing about the scenes I saw in the toilet and masturbating, sometimes I simply risked masturbating in the toilet. It wasn't until I went to university, my sister got married, and we started having incestuous relationships that my masturbation frequency gradually decreased.
I found my cravings growing. During summer vacation, I spent a lot of time in the toilet, getting up to stretch when I got tired. My grandfather knew I was out playing or doing homework at a classmate's house and didn't suspect anything. I found myself unable to extricate myself, increasingly wanting to actually go to the women's toilet to see for myself, but how could that be possible? Even if I hid in a dark corner at night, I could be easily recognized in the same courtyard. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, my desire making me helpless... Right, what about the toilets in other courtyards? I decided to break out of my own courtyard and explore the entire alley! I started investigating the toilets in various courtyards at night, finally deciding to go to an unfamiliar courtyard where no one knew me and hide in the women's toilet under the cover of darkness! I'm relatively thin, not very tall, and have long hair, so in the dark, no one should notice I'm a man, and the toilet in the courtyard I chose didn't have a light. On the day I decided to take action, I was so nervous I almost lost my composure. Grandpa wondered what was wrong with me,
but I told him everything was fine. That day, I barely even used the toilet in our courtyard; I was just waiting for it to get completely dark before heading to that unfamiliar courtyard and the unfamiliar women's toilet. After dinner, I watched TV for a while. Finally, it was pitch black. I told Grandpa I was going to borrow a book from my classmate Xiaodong (pseudonym), so I took a small flashlight with me. I probably wouldn't need it, but I brought it just in case. I arrived at the courtyard, which was far from my house, and paused at the entrance. Back then, the courtyards of single-story houses were usually very dark, so I, an unfamiliar person, easily reached the women's toilet. I listened carefully; it seemed no one was there. Wait, why am I being so stupid? I can just shine the flashlight inside, right? Anyway, there's no light in this toilet, so even if someone's inside, they won't see I'm a man. And if someone's inside, even better! I can shine the flashlight on her buttocks and then swagger in and squat down! I've decided! I'm going in! I shone my flashlight inside, but there was no one there. I quickly went in and squatted in the innermost stall, pulling down my pants. Soon after, I heard footsteps heading towards the women's restroom. Oh no, what if she shines her flashlight on me too? I quickly lowered my head… Luckily, the woman didn't have a flashlight. Right, she should know the restrooms in her own compound well; why would she need a flashlight? Actually, I couldn't see much at the time; with the faint starlight, I could only make out an outline at most. But the feeling was incredibly exciting because I was squatting in the women's restroom watching a woman use the toilet! I was looking at the slightly white area behind the woman—her buttocks. I could feel my heart pounding wildly; I could almost hear it! I was too scared to move. A long time passed, about half an hour, and four women came to use the toilet before I slowly calmed down. I thought, having taken such a big risk, I should at least masturbate, right? So I waited for my next target, grabbing my penis with my hand. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, so I could roughly tell whether the women who came in were young or middle-aged, and of course, I could see their exposed buttocks more clearly. A little while later, a middle-aged woman came in, squatted down to urinate, and didn't stand up—she was there to defecate. I started masturbating while watching. I didn't dare make any big movements, but the stimulating scene was enough to excite me, so I ejaculated shortly after the woman pulled up her pants and left. Hehe, the women in this courtyard probably never imagined there was a man ejaculating in their designated spot for taking off their pants, right? Okay, I should go now, or it might be dangerous. What if someone came with a flashlight and saw I wasn't a woman? I pulled up my pants, but couldn't stand up immediately because my legs were numb from squatting for so long. I half-squatted and half-stood, waiting for my legs to recover. Then another woman came to use the toilet. Since I couldn't move, I just watched from my half-squat and half-stood position. The woman urinated and left quickly. Since I had already ejaculated, I didn't feel anything anymore and just wanted to go home quickly. Okay, my legs weren't so numb anymore. I walked to the women's restroom, listened for any sounds, and then left, running all the way home. When I
got home, Grandpa and my sister were already asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep at all. It wasn't just the thrill, but also the lingering fear. Thinking back, what if I had been caught… the consequences would have been unimaginable.
After that, I never dared to go into the women's restroom again. I only used the men's restroom in our compound to look at the women's genitals through the reflection of urine. Sometimes, the latrine workers would empty the restroom, and without urine, there would be no reflection. I was very anxious and even secretly carried water from home to pour into the restroom. I could often see my sister's genitals on Sundays as well. By then, I had already started to have designs on my sister (but that's another story). I didn't know if the situation here could be seen from the women's restroom, and I didn't dare to go over to look. I also suspect that most of the men in the compound discovered this unique observation point. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but now, looking back, they must have looked often too, just not as frequently or intently as I did. Also, if they had looked, they would have known that their wives had been seen by others, or that they themselves could see their wives' genitals and those of other female relatives from here. But the restroom hadn't been renovated in all these years. Why didn't anyone do anything about such a huge oversight? I guess the women's restroom can't see this side, since the neighborhood committee director is a woman. If she could see it, she would have changed the restroom long ago. Or maybe they can see this side, but everyone tacitly agrees and is happy to enjoy this rare view. As for the married men, I guess they think like this: they can't remind their wives to squat on the outside when using the restroom, because then their wives will know that their men can see all the women's genitals in the neighborhood. And if word gets out, the restroom will have to be changed, and then the men won't have anything to see anymore. What a pity! So the men have to sacrifice their wives being seen by other men in order to preserve their own space to see more women's genitals. Ironically, everyone tacitly accepted this for years. The father-in-law would look at his daughter-in-law, the son at his mother, the younger brother at his older sister. The most awkward situation was between the two brothers living in the backyard; both were married, so they could look at each other's wives' genitals. The elder brother-in-law looked at his younger brother's wife, the younger brother-in-law at his sister-in-law, and they could even look at their mothers… It was like a mute eating honey—sweet but unable to express it…
A few years later, these tenement courtyards began to be demolished and replaced with apartment buildings. I went to university and lived in a dormitory. Before the toilets were demolished, I went a few times, but everyone had moved away; where were the women going to use the toilets? On the day the toilets were demolished, I went, standing blankly at the entrance of the women's toilet (anyway, it was all workers, no one knew me, and besides, with everything demolished, I could openly look at the women's toilets). I thought to myself, such a good source of sexual resources is gone just like that; it won't be easy to see again…

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