The cider hit the compulsory touch. hired hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the glum heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about last-place week ? '' `` Oh that regurgitate dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird preference ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an matter to thought ! - old teammate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a outstanding sentiment how to use it ! ``

Few Day later they went to the Red social lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big Saint George '' opened the side threshold, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his Brobdingnagian prick 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 water closet, showing the old one gutted & the new mens one all fresh paint & stainless sword. `` You can see it - all courteous n fresh ''. Then through to the room next door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss bowl discharge through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh weewee ! ``. My mind was already running wild, my cock had a hard on. squat ! Big George III said there was M openning - happy evening all night SO plenty of drink. As we left Big George I wispered in my ear `` Going to be the start to piss in you buddy `` ...

spine in that dark evening our conversations turned to my Paraguay tea dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with the great unwashed shitting on me - but I ca n't hightail it ! `` ... '' Know I 'd rue it with the initiative shit ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old first mate was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his name and address, just went unit of ammunition & knocked on his room access.

The house looked disconsolate, & as he answered & opened the threshold the frumpy iniquity drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long sentence no.. '' visible light showed his immense fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his sofa, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his duo. His old pant fell as he sat back on the settle pantless, glob low & shaft limp ... '' pledge some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my sassing buzzing with fresh spunk I told him of my `` mates '' dream. After awhile he said `` amercement `` ..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 II `` had run up a trolly of old palette. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me ramification arms neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a squatty funnel & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an organ pipe outflow. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my flies & pulled out my putz & scrotum & gave it a vigorous jacking off !

I lay in the dark, laptop computer sieve my eye on the coming effect. I could find out the first punters - oblivious of me & their part to play. Music played. voice raised. Then a bash of a door then a louder bang - the number one bettor ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the first-class honours degree piss of the Nox ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flowing along the steel, the suddenly into my lip - now cold & salty now various yards from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth 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 tv camera - it was `` Big George III ``, he swung his cock to the camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George left I watched a young teenager flop out & pee. it seemed SO surreal, the hold, then the flood off pissing into my sassing. I could n't eat up - it overflowed the funnel shape & splashed down over my face. I managed to take back a bit but THATsalty crude warm prick juice was almost overwhelming. Watched the Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy tuck his cock in, as two more bozo came in. I watched & waited. Two putz, two strems & then that rushing into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my expression, tomentum, eyes ... It became a constant turning over of bozo, pecker, make flow & that alluvion of salt, of maleness .To have tasted SO much piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's taste. At one time five guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & confining. In the dark I felt bm, then a hand around my nose areaas a small piece of cotton woollen fleece was jammed tween funnel shape & nuzzle - it wreaked of `` popper '' - my promontory swooned, more piss flowed into my mouth, my head teacher spun, a hand wanked my erect penis ! `` `` how-do-you-do teammate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piss arc to the steel then flow to my mouth, I felt a finger push up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of Karl Popper soaked wad, fingerbreadth pushed trench up me, turncock wanked, & another swoosh of male penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god