The cider hit the required post. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark-skinned heating system of summer. `` What was that you were on about in conclusion week ? '' `` Oh that chuck dreaming ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird taste ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interest thought ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a capital thought how to use it ! ``

Few twenty-four hours later they went to the Red Leo the Lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George IV '' opened the position door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge son of a bitch in the gents urinal half-light. `` bet 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 manpower one all fresh paint & chromium steel steel. `` You can see it - all prissy n fresh ''. Then through to the room next doorway - the old gutted bog. `` See - the wee gutter runs through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the refreshed piss ! ``. My mind was already running wild, my cock had a intemperate on. Shit ! Big george said there was fantastic openning - well-chosen evening all nighttime SO lot of drinking. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first of all to piddle in you buddy `` ...

Back in that night evening our conversations turned to my match dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with the great unwashed shitting on me - but I ca n't hightail it ! `` ... '' Know I 'd repent it with the firstly garbage 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 cycle & knocked on his door.

The house looked blue, & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' long time no.. '' brightness showed his immense fat soundbox, vest & bracers .. We went into his waiting area, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his braces. His old trouser fell as he sat back on the settle pantless, globe low & peter hobble ... '' Drink some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his stage & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with brisk spunk I told him of my `` married person '' dream. 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 hand - lay on THAT - strap you down with crosstie `` As I lay there he tied me stage arms cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my lip & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe outflow. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my tent-fly & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the wickedness, laptop screen my eyes on the coming upshot. I could find out the first punters - oblivious of me & their component to play. music played. Voices raised. Then a bang of a door then a louder bang - the beginning punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his shaft & sprayed the first piss of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the steel, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now several yards from the member that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouthpiece filled with impertinent urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the design he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George III ``, he swung his cock to the photographic camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George left I watched a young adolescent flop out & piddle. it seemed SO surreal, the delay, then the photoflood off peeing into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my expression. I managed to swallow a bit but THATsalty crude warm peter juice was almost sweep over. Watched the Whitney Young guy tuck his hammer in, as two more Guy came in. I watched & waited. Two cock, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a never-ending turn over of guys, cocks, urinate stream & that alluvion of SALT, of maleness .To have tasted SO a lot piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's taste. At one sentence five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & close-fitting. In the dark I felt movement, then a hand around my scent areaas a small piece of cotton fleece wool was jammed tween funnel & nose - it wreaked of `` Karl Popper '' - my head swooned, more weewee flowed into my mouthpiece, my head spun, a hand wanked my erect phallus ! `` `` hello first mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three putz dangle, piss arc to the blade then rate of flow to my mouth, I felt a finger push button up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, finger's breadth pushed deep up me, turncock wanked, & another swoosh of male member succus, I swallowed it, oh god