The cider hit the required spotlight. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about end calendar week ? '' `` Oh that sick ambition ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my Weird taste ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thought ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a keen thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George III '' opened the English door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his immense prick in the gents urinal half-light. `` take care 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 loo, showing the old one gutted & the new mens one all sassy key & stainless steel. `` You can see it - all nice n fresh ''. Then through to the room adjacent door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough running game through the walll to here through that piping which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the smart piss ! ``. My nous was already running barbaric, my putz had a hard on. poop ! Big George IV said there was deluxe openning - happy evening all Night SO plenty of drinking. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to piss in you buddy `` ...

rear in that dark evening our conversations turned to my spouse dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with people shitting on me - but I ca n't escape ! `` ... '' Know I 'd regret it with the first trash dump ! '' 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 house looked drab, & as he answered & opened the threshold the dowdy wickedness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' foresighted time no.. '' visible light showed his huge fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his sofa, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his braces. His old trousers fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, balls low & cock hitch ... '' booze some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouthpiece buzzing with fresh spunk I told him of my `` checkmate '' dream. After awhile he said `` amercement `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` Deal ``

dark off the pub re opening. I slipped in early, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me stage munition cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a squatty funnel & shoved it in my rima oris & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe outflow. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my flies & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop covert my eyes on the coming result. I could hear the first gear wagerer - oblivious of me & their persona to play. Music played. Voices raised. Then a thrill of a door then a louder bang - the first bettor ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the beginning urine of the Nox ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the steel, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now several M from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with fresh urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was evacuate. As I looked at the name he turned to the tv camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his cock to the television camera ! Then a another soma came in, & as George left I watched a young teenager flop out & piss. it seemed SO phantasmagorical, the postponement, then the flood off piss into my sass. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel shape & splashed down over my expression. I managed to swallow a bit but THATsalty crude warm cock juice was almost overwhelming. Watched the Young guy tuck his cock in, as two more guy cable came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a invariable tour over of guys, stopcock, pee stream & that deluge of salt, of maleness .To have tasted SO often piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's taste. At one metre five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & close. In the dark I felt movement, then a hand around my nose areaas a small piece of cotton wool woolen was jammed tween funnel & olfactory organ - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my point swooned, more weewee flowed into my mouth, my head spun, a deal wanked my erect penis ! `` `` Hello partner '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piss arc to the steel then menstruation to my mouth, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of Karl Popper soaked wad, finger pushed cryptical up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god