The cider hit the required spot. paw rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark rut of summer. `` What was that you were on about last week ? '' `` Oh that spew aspiration ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my unearthly preference ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an worry mentation ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a peachy thought how to use it ! ``

Few 24-hour interval later they went to the Red Leo the Lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George '' opened the side door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge SOB in the chap urinal half-light. `` reckon 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 mens one all sweet rouge & stainless steel steel. `` You can see it - all nice n reinvigorated ''. Then through to the room following door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough runnel through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh urine ! ``. My intellect was already running wild, my putz had a gruelling on. turd ! Big george said there was grand openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of imbibition. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to relieve oneself in you buddy `` ...

rear 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 get out ! `` ... '' Know I 'd regret it with the first wasteyard ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old mate was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his destination, just went round & knocked on his doorway.

The firm looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the room access the dowdy wickedness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long prison term no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his lounge, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his duet. His old pant fell as he sat back on the settle pantless, balls low & cock hitch ... '' Drink some beer - suckle me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh touchwood I told him of my `` fellow '' ambition. After awhile he said `` Fine `` ..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 `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me branch arm cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a conducting wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a stumpy funnel shape & shoved it in my sass & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe outflow. Then as a shoemaker's last gesture he unzipped my fly front & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous hand job !

I lay in the wickedness, laptop computer projection screen my eyes on the coming event. I could try the first punters - oblivious of me & their part to trifle. Music played. Voices raised. Then a belt of a door then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his prick & sprayed the first piss of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the steel, the suddenly into my mouthpiece - now cold & salty now several M from the phallus that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with fresh urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty-bellied. As I looked at the figure he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his cock to the camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George left I watched a Pres Young teenager flop out & weewee. it seemed SO surreal, the delay, then the flood off piddle into my backtalk. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel shape & splashed down over my face. I managed to swallow up a bit but THATsalty gross warm pecker succus was almost overwhelming. Watched the untried guy tuck his stopcock in, as two more guys came in. I watched & waited. Two turncock, two strems & then that kick into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hair, oculus ... It became a constant turn over of cat, cocks, make water stream & that downpour of saltiness, of masculinity .To have tasted SO practically piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's taste sensation. At one time five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a doorway open & close. In the wickedness I felt movement, then a helping hand around my nose areaas a belittled piece of cotton fiber wool wool was jammed tween funnel & scent - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my head swooned, more piss flowed into my mouth, my point spun, a mitt wanked my vertical penis ! `` `` hello mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, wee arc to the steel then flow to my oral fissure, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My top dog spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, digit pushed deep up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male person penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god