I prefer to urinate outside if possible, on grass if possible. I just enjoy that. At work that isn’t always possible, but I can live with using the toilet away from home to urinate. HOwever, I will not defecate on any toilet outside of my home. In my entire life I have defecated maybe three times on a toilet not at my house. Whether it be school, work, a restaurant, a game….wherever...I just never did it. Working a lot of security guard jobs like I have, I’ve mostly been at sites where I’m working alone at night and could do it somewhere outside and no one would ever know.
In 2018 I had been working as a security guard on 3rd shift at a site for a good while, and the place was always closed for several days before and after holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, so during those times I would go for days at a time without seeing anyone. A couple of days after Thanksgiving I was sitting there around 3am and had to defecate really bad and finally decided to go in a grassy area near where I park about 50 feet from the guardhouse. I didn’t think any employees would be coming in for at least another day or two. Still, something told me it was a bad idea and that I should at least raise the little arm like you see at a railroad crossing where the employees come in, but I didn’t. So I took off my uniform and underwear and went over there wearing only my white t-shirt, hat, shoes, and socks. This place was a good mile off the main highway, so the only time you would see anyone would be when employees drove in or out and when people that worked at another place about a half mile down the road drove past.
Right after I had finished I heard a car coming down the road, and I thought, just run back to the guardhouse, and if I had took off right then I probably would’ve been okay, but I hesitated, and sure enough a pickup truck pulled into the drive. All I could do was hide behind a little shelter that looks like a bus stop where some employees would wait for their rides. This idiot pulls up to the gate that I would normally open after seeing that they had their parking pass in their windshield and just sits there. I couldn’t do anything because I would have to walk right past his truck to get into my office. After a minute he starts blowing the horn. The dumbass should’ve used his i.d. Card on the scanner, which would open the gate if a guard wasn’t there, but either he was too dumb to know how, or he forgot it. All I could do was hope he left, but he kept sitting there blowing his horn, and eventually got out and went to look in the guardhouse. After not seeing anyone he got back in and kept blowing his horn. After about what seemed like 5 minutes I skirted down the drive behind some of the trees that were there, then across the road at the end of the drive. The drive was probably a good 50 yards long and it was dark out, so I hoped once I had to go out in the open I’d be far enough back he wouldn’t see me, even with the streetlights that were on the driveway. After I got back there and went across the road I slipped into the woods, which are pretty thick, on the other side of the drive. I had to walk through the woods, hoping not to fall or get bit by something or scrape my pecker on a branch or something.
I managed to get back near the guardhouse, then basically slithered a good fifteen yards or so from the woods to the door, ducking down and opened the door and more or less crawled to the switch to open the gate. At this point it had been at least 10 minutes he had been waiting there, and he went on in. I got myself cleaned up and finished my work night. I was worried I’d get reported and get in trouble, but after a couple of days nothing happened so I thought I was okay. But about a week later my supervisor said the guy had complained and they had to look at the cameras near the guardhouse. There were only two that were positioned to show the employee license plate if they were speeding and that showed the entrance to the guardhouse, and they saw me coming in like that. My supervisor didn’t want to fire me, but his hands were tied. I really liked that job, but I refused to use the repulsive guardhouse bathroom. I regret nothing.