The cider hit the command maculation. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the obscure heating of summer. `` What was that you were on about lastly week ? '' `` Oh that sick dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my Wyrd penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thinking ! - old match of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a neat thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red Lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George '' opened the side threshold, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge pricking in the chap 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 mens one all fresh pigment & stainless steel steel. `` You can see it - all skillful n saucy ''. Then through to the room next room access - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough trial through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh piss ! ``. My idea was already running furious, my prick had a intemperately on. jack ! Big george said there was rarified openning - glad evening all night SO mountain of boozing. As we left Big George IV wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to piss in you buddy `` ...

dorsum in that wickedness evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with masses 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 checkmate was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his address, just went round & knocked on his door.

The mansion looked drab, & as he answered & opened the door the Dowdy darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' prospicient prison term no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & armguard .. We went into his sofa, dim lit & porno on the t v. He belched & flew off his distich. His old pant fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, chunk low & cock limp ... '' fuddle some beer - suckle me off '' .Knelt tween his leg & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh spunk I told him of my `` Ilex paraguariensis '' dream. After awhile he said `` Fine `` ..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. `` veracious - lay on THAT - strap you down with tie-in `` As I lay there he tied me legs weapon system neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a conducting wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the bowl. Then he came with a squat funnel & shoved it in my back talk & 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 hand job !

I lay in the night, laptop screen my eyes on the coming event. I could hear the initiative bettor - oblivious of me & their part to wager. Music played. Voices raised. Then a boot of a door then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the firstly piss of the Night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow rate along the steel, the suddenly into my speak - now cold & salty now several thousand from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My oral fissure filled with fresh piddle - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the figure he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George IV ``, he swung his peter to the camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as St. George left I watched a young teenager flop out & urine. it seemed SO surreal, the delay, then the deluge off weewee into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel shape & splashed down over my aspect. I managed to take back a bit but THATsalty earthy warm cock juice was almost overpowering. Watched the Brigham Young guy tuck his cock in, as two more bozo came in. I watched & waited. Two shaft, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hairsbreadth, heart ... It became a invariant bit over of Guy, stopcock, spend a penny stream & that waterspout of SALT, of masculinity .To have tasted SO much piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's preference. At one sentence five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & close. In the shadow I felt movement, then a paw around my nose areaas a small-scale spell of cotton woollen wool was jammed tween funnel shape & nose - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my head swooned, more urinate flowed into my mouth, my head spun, a paw wanked my erect member ! `` `` hullo mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three stopcock dangle, piss arc to the blade then period to my mouth, I felt a finger energy up my ass as he tossed me. My header spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, digit pushed deep up me, shaft wanked, & another swoosh of male penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god