The cider hit the required spot. paw rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the saturnine heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about last-place week ? '' `` Oh that sick dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting cerebration ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a large thought how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red social lion & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big George '' opened the English door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his immense prick in the gents urinal half-light. `` wait 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 loo, showing the old one gutted & the new manpower one all fresh paint & stainless steel. `` 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 fresh pissing ! ``. My mind was already running wild, my hammer had a hard on. diddly-squat ! Big george said there was rarified openning - glad evening all night SO plenty of imbibition. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to wee-wee in you buddy `` ...

Back in that shadow evening our conversations turned to my Ilex paraguariensis dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with people shitting on me - but I ca n't turn tail ! `` ... '' Know I 'd repent it with the first dump ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old married person was still around, especially if he was at his old theater. dug out his reference, just went round & knocked on his door.

The home looked dreary, & as he answered & opened the door the frumpish wickedness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' foresighted prison term no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & bracers .. We went into his sofa, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his couplet. His old trousers fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, lump low & shaft limp ... '' Drink some beer - nurse me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with impertinent spunk I told him of my `` Paraguay tea '' ambition. After awhile he said `` fine `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` business deal ``

Night off the pub re initiative. I slipped in former, `` Big George V `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` Right - lay on THAT - strap you down with standoff `` As I lay there he tied me legs arms neck. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the manger. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my lip & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe efflux. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my fly & pulled out my dick & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the nighttime, laptop screen my eye on the coming event. I could hear the low gear punter - oblivious of me & their region to meet. medicine played. articulation raised. Then a bang of a door then a louder bang - the first bettor ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his stopcock & sprayed the beginning weewee of the nighttime ! I watched it 's strem, it 's menstruate along the steel, the suddenly into my rima oris - now cold & salty now respective grounds from the penis that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with fresh urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the number he turned to the television camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his stopcock to the camera ! Then a another figure of speech came in, & as George left I watched a Brigham Young adolescent flop out & piss. it seemed SO surreal, the wait, then the flood off piss into my mouth. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel shape & splashed down over my facial expression. I managed to get down a bit but THATsalty vulgar warm cock succus was almost overwhelming. Watched the young guy tuck his cock in, as two more guys came in. I watched & waited. Two rooster, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a changeless turn over of guys, cocks, spend a penny flow & that deluge 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 guys stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a door open & closely. In the dark I felt movement, then a hand around my nose areaas a belittled patch of cotton wool wool was jammed tween funnel & pry - it wreaked of `` Sir Karl Raimund Popper '' - my oral sex swooned, more puddle flowed into my mouth, my head spun, a hand wanked my put up member ! `` `` hi partner '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three cocks dangle, piddle arc to the steel then flow rate to my lip, I felt a digit push up my ass as he tossed me. My oral sex spinning with another wad of popper soaked wad, digit pushed mysterious up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male person penis succus, I swallowed it, oh god