The cider hit the required spot. Hand rolled cigs lit. As they sat in the dark heat of summer. “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 thought 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 side door , & I recognised him !…just remembering his huge prick in the gents urinal half-light . “Look at what you’re getting before you suck” …he said . He hadn’t remembered me & I didn’t say . we got taken through to the loos , showing the old one gutted & the new mens one all fresh paint & stainless steel . “You can see it – all nice n fresh” . Then through to the room next door – 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 cock had a hard on . Shit ! Big george said there was grand openning – happy evening all night SO plenty of drinking . As we left Big George wispered in my ear ” Going to be the first 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 can’t escape !