The cider hit the required spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the glowering heating system of summertime. `` What was that you were on about last week ? '' `` Oh that sick dream ! `` .. '' Yeh ... you know me ... my weird penchant ! `` .. '' yes I know & I, ve an interesting thought ! - old mate of mine has redone his pub - redone the bog .... & had a great recall 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 face door, & I recognised him ! ... just remembering his vast scratch in the lad urinal half-light. `` face 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 workforce one all fresh rouge & stainless steel. `` You can see it - all nice n fresh ''. Then through to the room succeeding door - the old gutted bog. `` See - the piss trough run through the walll to here through that tube which is n't connected yet - SO, YOU lay under here, awaiting the freshly weewee ! ``. My mind was already running wild, my shaft had a hard on. squat ! Big Saint George said there was grand openning - happy evening all dark SO sight of drinking. As we left Big George wispered in my ear `` Going to be the first to urinate in you buddy `` ...

spinal column in that dark evening our conversations turned to my mates dream ... '' always fancied being in the bog ... with citizenry shitting on me - but I ca n't lam ! `` ... '' Know I 'd rue it with the first dump ! '' I thought ... '' let me see if an old match was still around, especially if he was at his old house. dug out his address, just went round & knocked on his door.

The house looked sorry, & as he answered & opened the threshold the frumpish darkness drew me in. Cracked a beer, .. '' hanker time no.. '' spark showed his huge fat consistence, vest & bracers .. We went into his lounge, dim lit & porn on the t v. He belched & flew off his brace. His old trouser fell as he sat back on the settee pantless, clump low & shaft limp ... '' fuddle some beer - fellate me off '' .Knelt tween his legs & sucked. Later with my mouth buzzing with fresh punk I told him of my `` married person '' 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 move. I slipped in early, `` Big Saint George `` had run up a trolly of old pallet. `` good - lay on THAT - strap you down with crosstie `` As I lay there he tied me pegleg arms cervix. Brought in a lap-top, plugged in a conducting wire & it showed the urinal looking down across the till. Then he came with a squat funnel & shoved it in my mouth & tied it. The he wheeled the trolly under an pipe leakage. Then as a finally gesture he unzipped my flies & pulled out my stopcock & scrotum & gave it a vigorous wank !

I lay in the dark, laptop computer concealment my center on the coming upshot. I could get a line the starting time punters - oblivious of me & their voice to play. Music played. Voices raised. Then a bang of a door then a louder bang - the first bettor ! I watched as he unzipped, pulled out his cock & sprayed the first piss of the night ! I watched it 's strem, it 's flow along the blade, the suddenly into my sass - now cold & salty now several thousand from the member that dripped it 's last..for now. My mouth filled with fresh pee - I gulped it, swallwed it down till the funnel was hollow. As I looked at the figure he turned to the camera - it was `` Big George I ``, he swung his peter to the tv camera ! Then a another material body came in, & as St. George left I watched a unseasoned teenager founder out & water. it seemed SO dreamlike, the delay, then the flood off pissing into my rima oris. I could n't swallow - it overflowed the funnel & splashed down over my nerve. I managed to swallow up a bit but THATsalty earthy warm cock juice was almost overpower. Watched the Edward Young guy tuck his cock in, as two more guys came in. I watched & waited. Two cocks, two strems & then that rush into the, outh & over the funnel shape, drenching my typeface, hair's-breadth, eyes ... It became a constant turn over of Guy, putz, piss stream & that inundation of saltiness, 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 candid & come together. In the darkness I felt bm, then a hand around my wind areaas a small piece of cotton woolen wool was jammed tween funnel & nose - it wreaked of `` Popper '' - my head swooned, more micturate flowed into my mouth, my fountainhead spun, a hand wanked my rear penis ! `` `` Hello mate '' - `` This IS fun - & your all mine tonight ``. I watched another three pecker dangle, pissing arc to the blade then flow to my mouth, I felt a finger 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 juice, I swallowed it, oh god