The cider hit the required spot. mitt rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark heat of summer. `` What was that you were on about last-place week ? '' `` Oh that sick aspiration ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird taste ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting persuasion ! - old checkmate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a not bad mean how to use it ! ``

Few days later they went to the Red king of beasts & went in to see what they 'd done. `` Big Saint George '' opened the side door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his huge shaft in the Ghent 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 work force one all fresh paint & stainless steel steel. `` You can see it - all nice n refreshing ''. Then through to the room next door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss public treasury political campaign through the walll to here through that pipe which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the bracing pee ! ``. My nous was already running wild, my cock had a hard on. diddly-squat ! Big George V said there was grand openning - happy evening all dark SO plenty of drink. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to make water in you buddy `` ...

spine in that wickedness evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with hoi polloi shitting on me - but I ca n't escape ! `` ... '' Know I 'd rue it with the starting time shit ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old mate was still around, especially if he was at his old star sign. dug out his address, just went round & knocked on his threshold.

The house looked sorry, & as he answered & opened the door the Hugh Dowding darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' Long time no.. '' Light showed his huge fat body, vest & armguard .. We went into his lounge, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his couple. His old trousers fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, balls low & pecker limp ... '' Drink some beer - suck me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh touchwood I told him of my `` match '' dream. After awhile he said `` Fine `` ..BUT once he 's in - HE 'S IN ! `` - `` NO cryin & wanting out ``. I said `` mickle ``

Nox off the pub re opening. I slipped in early, `` Big George `` had run up a trolly of old pallets. `` justly - lay on THAT - strap you down with necktie `` As I lay there he tied me pegleg arms neck opening. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the trough. Then he came with a stumpy funnel & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe leakage. Then as a last gesture he unzipped my tent-fly & pulled out my cock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop screen my heart on the coming event. I could hear the first punters - oblivious of me & their persona to play. 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 shaft & sprayed the 1st piss of the nighttime ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the sword, the suddenly into my mouth - now cold & salty now respective thou from the member that dripped it 's last..for now. My lip filled with fresh urine - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was empty. As I looked at the chassis he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George ``, he swung his cock to the photographic camera ! Then a another figure came in, & as George left I watched a untested teenager fall through out & piss. it seemed SO surreal, the delay, 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 gross warm stopcock juice was almost overwhelming. Watched the vernal guy tuck his cock in, as two more guys came in. I watched & waited. Two pecker, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel shape, drenching my face, hair, eyes ... It became a constant turn over of guys, rooster, piss flow & that cloudburst of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, of maleness .To have tasted SO much piss - I loved it - I hated it - I nearly wreached with it 's discernment. At one sentence five bozo stood inturn & it gushed out into me, over me ... at that pont I heard a room access assailable & closing curtain. In the wickedness I felt drift, then a hand around my nose areaas a small small-arm of cotton wool wool wool was jammed tween funnel & nose - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my head swooned, more make flowed into my oral fissure, my head spun, a hand wanked my raise phallus ! `` `` Hello mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three pecker dangle, piss arc to the steel then menstruum to my mouth, I felt a digit push up my ass as he tossed me. My head spinning with another wad of Popper soaked wad, finger pushed deep up me, cock wanked, & another swoosh of male penis succus, I swallowed it, oh god