This is our inaugural post, so I figure I might as well share my story to give everyone an idea of what a Piss Tale should look like.
In all honesty, this story isn’t a story of where I peed, but I was there to witness it and whenever I think of funny places to pee, this is the story that comes to mind.
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When I was 12 years old, my family and best friend went out to the South Street Seaport in New York City for dinner. After dinner, we decided to walk around lower Manhattan and as we’re going, my friend says, “Mr. Rossin, I need to pee REALLY badly.” My dad being the kind of guy he is initially tells him to hold it in, but after seeing the look on my friends face, my dad bounced into action. We wound up at Pier 18 and my dad saw a party boat that was a few hours from setting sail. My dad asked the bouncer at the ramp if it was ok if my friend used the bathroom; the guy said OK, and my dad, my friend and I walk onto the boat. Little did we know that we just boarded a gay party boat.
We make out way to the bathroom and my friend goes in to pee. My dad and I are waiting outside the fully sequined restroom door and my friend comes out holding some things in his hands. My dad jokingly asks, “So, how was it,” and my friend says “Fine, and I got some stuff to take home, too.” He opens his fists and reveals that he had grabbed a handfull of condoms and rubber cock rings.
