The cider hit the required spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark hotness of summertime. `` What was that you were on about end hebdomad ? '' `` Oh that vomit aspiration ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my eldritch penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thinking ! - old checkmate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a great thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red Leo & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George '' opened the side door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge prick in the gents 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 water closet, showing the old one gutted & the new men one all overbold paint & stainless steel. `` You can see it - all nice n sweet ''. Then through to the way adjacent door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the pee trough runs through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the bracing pee ! ``. My mind was already running crazy, my cock had a intemperate on. Shit ! Big George II said there was grand openning - felicitous evening all night SO good deal of drinking. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to piss in you buddy `` ...

Back in that dark evening our conversations turned to my Paraguay tea dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with people shitting on me - but I ca n't escape ! `` ... '' Know I 'd rue it with the firstly dump ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old mate was still around, especially if he was at his old family. dug out his address, just went round & knocked on his doorway.

The sign of the zodiac looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long time no.. '' Light showed his vast fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his couch, dim lit & porno on the t v. He belched & flew off his yoke. His old pant fell as he sat back on the settle pantless, balls low & stopcock limp ... '' salute some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh mettle I told him of my `` first mate '' dream. After awhile he said `` mulct `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` flock ``

Night off the pub re possibility. I slipped in former, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` compensate - lay on THAT - strap you down with link `` As I lay there he tied me legs sleeve neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a conducting wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the manger. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my backtalk & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an tobacco pipe efflux. Then as a survive gesture he unzipped my flies & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous jacking off !

I lay in the shadow, laptop screen my oculus on the coming upshot. I could hear the number one punters - oblivious of me & their part to play. Music played. part raised. Then a kick of a door then a louder bang - the first of all punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the initiative pee of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's run along the steel, the suddenly into my backtalk - now cold & salty now several grand from the phallus that dripped it 's last..for now. My back talk filled with fresh piss - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the chassis he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his cock to the tv camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George left I watched a young teenager flop out & piss. it seemed SO dreamlike, the delay, then the torrent off peeing into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my face. I managed to swallow a bit but THATsalty earthy warm hammer juice was almost overwhelming. Watched the new guy tuck his turncock in, as two Thomas More bozo came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that haste into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hairsbreadth, eyes ... It became a incessant turn over of guys, tool, relieve oneself watercourse & that flood of salt, of maleness .To have tasted SO very much 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 & closemouthed. In the dark I felt bm, then a hired man around my scent areaas a small piece of cotton wool wool was jammed tween funnel & scent - it wreaked of `` Sir Karl Raimund Popper '' - my head swooned, more piss flowed into my back talk, my foreland spun, a hand wanked my erect penis ! `` `` howdy match '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piddle arc to the blade then flow to my mouth, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, finger pushed deep up me, cock wanked, & another whoosh of male penis succus, I swallowed it, oh god