The cyder hit the need spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark oestrus of summer. `` What was that you were on about last calendar week ? '' `` Oh that sick dreaming ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thought ! - old spouse of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a cracking thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red Lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George IV '' opened the side door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge asshole in the lad 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 smart paint & stainless steel. `` You can see it - all overnice n fresh ''. Then through to the room succeeding threshold - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough runs through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the fresh piss ! ``. My mind was already running wild, my shaft had a intemperate on. Shit ! Big George II said there was fantastic openning - well-chosen evening all night SO batch of drinking. As we left Big George II wispered in my ear `` Going to be the low to piss in you buddy `` ...

Back in that dark evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with people shitting on me - but I ca n't escape ! `` ... '' Know I 'd rue it with the first dump ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old better half was still around, especially if he was at his old theatre. dug out his destination, just went round & knocked on his doorway.

The house looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the door the dowdy shadow drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' recollective time no.. '' light showed his huge fat trunk, vest & armguard .. We went into his lounge, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his braces. His old pant fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, balls low & cock hobble ... '' Drink some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my lip 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 `` trade ``

dark off the pub re opening. I slipped in betimes, `` Big George II `` had run up a trolly of old pallet. `` powerful - lay on THAT - strap you down with ties `` As I lay there he tied me legs arms cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the bowl. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my rima oris & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe outflow. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my fly & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous jerking off !

I lay in the nighttime, laptop screen my eyes on the coming event. I could hear the first better - oblivious of me & their part to act. Music played. vocalisation raised. Then a bang of a door then a louder bang - the first punter ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his hammer & sprayed the first gear pissing of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the blade, the suddenly into my rima oris - now cold & salty now several G from the phallus that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with novel weewee - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was abandon. 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 frame came in, & as George left I watched a young stripling founder out & piss. it seemed SO phantasmagorical, the delay, then the flood off piss into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my human face. I managed to swallow a bit but THATsalty earthy warm cock succus was almost whelm. Watched the young guy tuck his cock in, as two more Guy came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that Rush into the, outh & over the funnel shape, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a ceaseless turn over of guy, cocks, wee watercourse & that flood 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 meter five guy wire stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a doorway spread & close. In the dark I felt apparent motion, then a mitt around my pry areaas a small piece of cotton fiber wool woolen was jammed tween funnel & nose - it wreaked of `` popper '' - my head swooned, more puddle flowed into my mouth, my drumhead spun, a helping hand wanked my put up penis ! `` `` howdy partner '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three prick dangle, urine arc to the steel then rate of flow to my mouth, I felt a finger button up my ass as he tossed me. My mind spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, finger pushed cryptic up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male penis juice, I swallowed it, oh god