The cider hit the mandatory spot. hired hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about terminal week ? '' `` Oh that sick dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thought ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a heavy thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red king of beasts & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George IV '' opened the English door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge peter in the fella urinal half-light. `` Look at what you 're getting before you suck '' ... he said. He had n't remembered me & I did n't say. we got taken through to the loos, showing the old one gutted & the new manpower one all clean paint & stainless sword. `` You can see it - all nice n fresh ''. Then through to the room next door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough runs through the walll to here through that organ pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the saucy piss ! ``. My psyche was already running wilderness, my cock had a gruelling on. cocksucker ! Big George VI said there was grand openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of boozing. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the maiden to wee-wee in you buddy `` ...

Back in that dark evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with people shitting on me - but I ca n't break away ! `` ... '' Know I 'd repent it with the starting time dumpsite ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old mate was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his address, just went round & knocked on his door.

The home looked blue, & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long time no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & armguard .. We went into his couch, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his yoke. His old trouser fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, lump low & peter hitch ... '' wassail some beer - go down on me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my oral cavity buzzing with bracing kindling I told him of my `` mates '' dreaming. After awhile he said `` amercement `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` Deal ``

night off the pub re opening. I slipped in early, `` Big George III `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with standoff `` As I lay there he tied me legs limb neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a chunky funnel shape & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an tobacco pipe outflow. Then as a last motion he unzipped my fly front & pulled out my peter & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop sieve my eyes on the coming effect. I could find out the first wagerer - oblivious of me & their part to make for. Music played. vox raised. Then a bang of a room access then a louder bang - the maiden better ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the starting time piss of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the steel, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now several yards from the phallus that dripped it 's last..for now. My lip filled with unused urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the figure he turned to the tv camera - it was `` Big George I ``, he swung his cock to the photographic camera ! Then a another trope came in, & as George left I watched a young stripling flop out & piddle. it seemed SO surreal, the holdup, then the flood off peeing into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my human face. I managed to live with a bit but THATsalty earthy warm cock juice was almost drown. Watched the Young guy tuck his putz in, as two more than guys came in. I watched & waited. Two shaft, two strems & then that boot into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, haircloth, heart ... It became a perpetual turn over of guys, putz, piss current & that waterspout of common salt, of masculinity .To have tasted SO a great deal piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's gustatory modality. At one sentence five hombre stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door capable & close. In the dark I felt movement, then a hand around my nose areaas a small piece of cotton wool wool wool was jammed tween funnel shape & nose - it wreaked of `` Karl Popper '' - my head swooned, more wee flowed into my mouth, my headway spun, a helping hand wanked my erect member ! `` `` how-do-you-do spouse '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piss arc to the steel then flow to my oral fissure, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of Karl Popper soaked wad, finger's breadth pushed deeply up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male phallus juice, I swallowed it, oh god