The cyder hit the requisite spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the colored rut of summertime. `` What was that you were on about last-place workweek ? '' `` Oh that sick ambition ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird taste ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an concern thought ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a peachy thought how to use it ! ``

Few Day later they went to the Red Lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George '' opened the side doorway, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge prick in the chap urinal half-light. `` wait 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 wise paint & stainless steel steel. `` You can see it - all gracious 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 pipage which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh weewee ! ``. My mind was already running groundless, my hammer had a hard on. Shit ! Big Saint George said there was tremendous openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of drinking. As we left Big St. George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the offset to puddle 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 scat ! `` ... '' Know I 'd regret it with the first rubbish 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 beat & knocked on his door.

The house looked drear, & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy duskiness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' hanker metre no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his sofa, dim lit & porno on the t v. He belched & flew off his braces. His old trousers fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, globe low & cock limp ... '' booze some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh touchwood I told him of my `` Ilex paraguariensis '' 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 on, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old palette. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me legs limb cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the gutter. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an tube outflow. Then as a last-place gesture he unzipped my tent flap & pulled out my putz & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop computer projection screen my eyes on the coming event. I could get word the first bettor - oblivious of me & their component to bring. medicine played. voice raised. Then a bang of a door then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the first piss of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the steel, the suddenly into my back talk - now cold & salty now several yards from the member that dripped it 's last..for now. My oral cavity filled with fresh piss - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel shape was empty. As I looked at the soma 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 youthful teenager flop out & piss. it seemed SO phantasmagoric, the delay, then the torrent off piss into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my face. I managed to immerse a bit but THATsalty earthy warm dick succus was almost overwhelming. Watched the offspring guy tuck his cock in, as two more guys came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that thrill into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my font, hair, optic ... It became a constant turn over of guys, prick, piss 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 meter five hombre 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 woollen woollen was jammed tween funnel & pry - it wreaked of `` Sir Karl Raimund Popper '' - my chief swooned, more piss flowed into my lip, my point spun, a hand wanked my erect member ! `` `` hullo mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piss arc to the brand then flow to my rima oris, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My read/write head spinning with another wad of Popper soaked wad, digit pushed trench up me, stopcock wanked, & another swoosh of male penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god