Lads Pissing

Sometimes it just all works out for you (by which I mean me!!)

I love to see guys who are so desperate that they have to piss where they shouldn't.

Living in London helps. Having a good ear, and eye helps. Luck helps.

I was on my way back home from work on Saturday (last year), about 7pm, had got onto the Victoria line. When the doors opened (well before my planned stop) I heard a lot of 'football singing' (which for non UK people means a big gang of lagered up (beered up/drunk) lads on their way back from watching a game).

I didn't think I had time to get up and off the train, so just chalked it up to a missed opportunity.

However, heard the same 'singing' earlier at the next stop, and thought I'd take a quick look out the doors - good choice. I was rewarded by seeing a group of seven or eight lads staggering off the train, so decided to get off with them. (London has so much public transport you can get home in fifty different ways, so wasn't worried about getting too stranded!). The boys needed to change lines, and I was able to follow them pretty closely (they weren't in much of a state to take any notice of what was going on around them!)

We all got onto the next platform, and within 20 seconds one of the guys (about 23, blond, big rugby build, bright and tight blue jeans) announced to his pals "I need a wee", and immediately started undoing his belt. He was walking towards me, and I guessed he was going to go into the little connecting tunnel that was between us, which was making me shake a bit with excitement - I could easily see down it!!

However, I was wrong, he just walked up to the wall near to me (3 metres?), turned away from the track, pulled out his (unshaved) blonde d*ck, and pissed on the wall!! I would say from the puddle that it was a medium sized piss, not huge, so either he had a smallish bladder, or was just so uninhibited (from alcohol!) that he just wanted to pull it out and let go at the first twinge of need.

I still got on the train with them all, in case there was more desperation on the train. Sadly, there wasn't; was more singing, all drinking beer from cans, and one guy taking cocaine in the carriage. We all got off at a mainline (suburban train) station, and the lads and I went upstairs. They were getting a train, I thought it was my one home, but they were getting a different one one the adjacent platform, so I mentally wished them goodnight (and thanks!)

I decided to get the tube home for the final part of my journey (it's cheaper), and ten minutes later had emerged at my stop. However, after I'd left through the ticket gates, I distinctly heard a man's voice saying "I've got to go to the toilet". Looking back, I saw two blokes, talking to the station staff man. The station worker used his ticket to let the guy out (again about 23, more of a footballer build, black hair), and he set off out of the station at a jog. Not too fast, so I was easily ably to keep up with him. He only went about 30 metres when he saw a freestanding cashpoint, against a fence, where he was able to whip it out and let go. As it was about 2 metres from a bench, I was able to sit right next to him, and hear the groans of relief and strong stream that he released. As he was checking texts on his phone the whole time he really wasn't aware of my presence.

So, I was pretty pleased with my night! And thought I would "sleep well" tonight!!

As I walked back to mine, I had to pass the tube station again, and, on glancing in, I saw a straight couple talking to another member of staff.

I saw it particularly because the bloke was bobbing up and down and touching his crotch. It was easy enough for me to wait till they came out of the station, and, as soon as they were out, she went and stood outside the station, and he disappeared round the corner into a side road, so no problem for me to go into the same road and "take a call" on my phone.

I knew that the bin just down this road was the most usual place for desperate guys just off the tube to piss, and I was not wrong! However, I wondered why I couldn't see any stream coming towards me, an why I could hear such irregular, but loud splashes. As I casually adjusted my position (to get closer to him) I realised what was going on.

Instead of pissing on, or behind the bin (like most men do) he had decided he should piss IN the bin. As the bin was a bit taller than the level of his c*ck, he was having to stand on tiptoe, and really force each pulse out, to clear the rim of it!!

Hehehe, I don't know which I prefer - lads that try to inject a bit of fun into pissing (like this one), or ones who just nonchalantly act like nothing is happening (like the first two!).

Come on guys, tell us about some of your sightings, if I can have three in one night (in one hour even!) you must have some to write up!!

Sean

Well, Sean, I guess you help your luck along by being alert for these things. And, as you say, living in a big city with its toilet-free tube trains and football matches must help too.

Thoroughly enjoyed your reported sightings here. I love the idea of the guy having to ask the station staff member to let him out through the barrier so he can run off somewhere and relieve himself. London's public transport sounds great fun.

Since you ask for other accounts, here's my latest rather weak one for what it's worth...

I was on holiday in the Belgian Ardennes in March. It's very good walking territory, and relieving yourself will normally be done without problem discreetly behind a tree if you leave the path for a moment so that you don't get seen by other walkers. At the time in question I was in the car on a main road, though, and passed by a group of about ten young walkers, early to mid twenties in age, men and women, with back-packs and all, walking along the side of the busy road. One of the guys had let the rest of the group go on ahead and was peeing very forcefully straight onto the ground at the side of the road. He was in full view of me and my friend in our car plus any other drivers who might have come along. Presumably this guy could not wait until his group was back on the quieter walking paths when he would have had a much better opportunity, and instead just had to do it in full view.

Nice one, Brian!

Was he pissing towards the road (i.e. you!) or away from it?

I hope other people on the board post more of their sightings!

He was pissing away from the road, but that was not sufficient to hide his modesty. We came round the corner to be treated to the full works.

Yes, let's indeed hear from others too about lucky sightings. Don't be shy, let us know!

Sean, there ARE benefits to living in an urban area, particularly one with lots of pubs and very few public toilets. Having been a regular rider on the (USA) Boston, MA subway (MBTA) years ago, I've seen more than a few lads relieving themselves at the end of platforms, through barrier fences and in connecting tunnels. I could smell the results. And really, who could blame them? A bladder full of beer cannot be ignored for long, and very few stations have working public toilets (if you can even find them). And Brian, I appreciated your sighting, since that young man apparently needed to go very urgently. One might wonder why, and why he was the only one in his group who was desperate.

Sean, it sounds as though London is the place to be! No such luck here up North. My guess is that I've only had about 3 or 4 sightings in the last 20 years.

Have to agree that London was definitely better for outside sightings- I now also live in the North
Having said that had a great Sighting at a petrol station last week ....

Wombat48 wrote:Have to agree that London was definitely better for outside sightings- I now also live in the North
Having said that had a great Sighting at a petrol station last week ....

...and surely you're not going to tease us by failing to tell us what you saw, are you?

Lol ok
At a petrol station at a motorway service station
Just going in to pay when minibus pulls up to lads jump out late 20s probably? Both do a sort of run walk inside one of them has obviously undone his belt to take the pressure off his bladder as his jeans are hanging low- have to follow them into the toilet- only one cubicle one with jeans is waiting outside with his legs tightly crossed saying to lad in toilet " hurry up! This isn't even funny"
Other lad comes out and he literally barges passedwitjout locking the door and runs the 3ft to the toilet!!

Forgot to mention you could see the top of his underwear