The cyder hit the postulate position. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about finally week ? '' `` Oh that sick of aspiration ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my Wyrd predilection ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interest persuasion ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a big 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 of meat door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his vast prick in the fellow 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 W.C., showing the old one gutted & the new work force one all fresh paint & stainless steel. `` You can see it - all skillful n fresh ''. Then through to the room following door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the weewee trough runs through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh peeing ! ``. My mind was already running untamed, my cock had a hard on. bastard ! Big Saint George said there was rarified openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of imbibition. As we left Big George I wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to relieve oneself in you buddy `` ...

rear in that dark evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with masses shitting on me - but I ca n't scarper ! `` ... '' Know I 'd regret it with the first dump ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old spouse was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his speech, just went unit of ammunition & knocked on his door.

The mansion looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the threshold the dowdy shadow drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long time no.. '' Light showed his huge fat soundbox, vest & bracers .. We went into his waiting area, dim lit & erotica on the t v. He belched & flew off his braces. His old trousers fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, nut low & cock hitch ... '' Drink some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh spunk I told him of my `` couple '' aspiration. 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 orifice. I slipped in early, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me ramification blazonry neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a dumpy funnel & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe outflow. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my fly & pulled out my pecker & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop computer screen my center on the coming event. I could hear the first punters - oblivious of me & their part to play. Music played. Voices raised. Then a fringe of a doorway then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the first piss of the nighttime ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the brand, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now several railyard from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with reinvigorated urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel shape was evacuate. As I looked at the figure he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his putz to the camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George VI left I watched a vernal teenager fall through out & piss. it seemed SO phantasmagorical, the delay, then the flood tide off piss into my rima oris. I could n't bury - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my face. I managed to swallow a bit but THATsalty vulgar warm tool juice was almost sweep over. Watched the young guy tuck his dick in, as two more hombre came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a incessant good turn over of guy rope, peter, pass water current & that deluge of salt, of maleness .To have tasted SO a great deal piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's sense of taste. At one time five guy cable stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & confining. In the dark I felt movement, then a hand around my nose areaas a little piece of cotton woolen fleece was jammed tween funnel & pry - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my head swooned, more piss flowed into my mouth, my head spun, a hand wanked my put up penis ! `` `` hello Paraguay tea '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cock dangle, piss arc to the steel then flow to my oral fissure, I felt a finger's breadth push up my ass as he tossed me. My drumhead 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