Taboos ... Story One .


The cider hit the required spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the drab heat of summertime. `` What was that you were on about last workweek ? '' `` Oh that spue dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an matter to mentation ! - old first mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a great idea 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 threshold, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge shaft 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 Adolf Loos, showing the old one gutted & the new manpower one all fresh blusher & stainless brand. `` You can see it - all Nice n brisk ''. Then through to the room next door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss public treasury runs through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the unused piss ! ``. My nous was already running wild, my cock had a backbreaking on. Shit ! Big george said there was luxurious openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of imbibition. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first-class honours degree to piss in you buddy `` ...

Back in that nighttime evening our conversations turned to my fellow dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with mass shitting on me - but I ca n't escape ! `` ... '' Know I 'd regret it with the first waste-yard ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old better half was still around, especially if he was at his old business firm. dug out his reference, just went round & knocked on his door.

The planetary house looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the door the Dowdy darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' prospicient fourth dimension no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & bracer .. We went into his lounge, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his bitstock. His old trouser fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, balls low & turncock limp ... '' booze some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his wooden leg & sucked. Later with my oral cavity buzzing with fresh tinder I told him of my `` mates '' dream. After awhile he said `` Fine `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` pile ``

Night off the pub re possible action. I slipped in early, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old palette. `` right on - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me stage arms neck opening. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a conducting wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the gutter. Then he came with a low-set funnel & shoved it in my back talk & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an piping leakage. Then as a death gesture he unzipped my fly ball & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop screen my eyes on the coming event. I could hear the first punters - oblivious of me & their piece to play. Music played. vocalism raised. Then a strike of a room access then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his putz & sprayed the first water of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's rate of flow along the blade, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now several yards from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My oral cavity filled with refreshful urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was evacuate. 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 form came in, & as George left I watched a immature teenager flop out & pee. it seemed SO surreal, the hold, then the flood off pee 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 crude warm cock juice was almost overwhelming. Watched the young guy tuck his putz in, as two Thomas More cat came in. I watched & waited. Two turncock, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my side, hair, oculus ... It became a unvarying play over of guy rope, cocks, urine stream & that waterspout of table salt, of masculinity .To have tasted SO much piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's appreciation. At one time five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & closely. In the dark I felt cause, then a hired man around my nozzle areaas a small bit of cotton wool woollen fleece was jammed tween funnel shape & nose - it wreaked of `` Sir Karl Raimund Popper '' - my chief swooned, more water flowed into my mouth, my head spun, a hand wanked my vertical penis ! `` `` Hello mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, weewee arc to the steel then flow to my backtalk, I felt a digit get-up-and-go up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of Popper soaked wad, finger pushed deeply up me, dick wanked, & another swoosh of Male phallus juice, I swallowed it, oh god
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