| Ted's
Place, a bar in London was packed so I just leaned over and asked
the bartender for a beer. I stood in the crowd, taking in this weird
scene. I watched in amazement as guys just hauled out their pricks
and let go with a stream of piss right where they were. Sometimes
the stream never made it to the floor, as piss pigs sat on the floor
with open mouths to catch the recycled beer. Others just aimed the
stream at their neighbor's legs, or chest. And some even held their
glasses of beer under a pissing prick, adding a foamy head to their
brew. I couldn't believe my eyes. Even more, I couldn't believe how
excited I was getting by it all. When a barstool opened up at the
bar, I took it. The bartender came over to me, and this was the first
good look I got of him. He was good looking, but in a tough sort of
way. Definitely not a pretty boy type. He wore leather chaps with
apparently just a jock under them, because when he turned around,
his asscheeks were hanging out. Very nicely I might add. He also was
barechested and his muscled chest sported a matt of black hair and
two quarter sized nipples. Very hot indeed. He asked what I wanted
to drink, and, pointing to what the guy next to me was having, I said
"I'll have one of those". He asked if I was sure, which
seemed kind of strange, because the man was drinking what seemed to
be a screwdriver. So I said, "Yea, I'm sure." He filled
a glass with ice, then a good shot of vodka, followed by OJ. Just
as I suspected, a screwdriver. But I wondered why he only filled it
up two-thirds of the way. That's when I found out why he had asked
me if I was sure that's what I wanted. Pulling down the front of his
jockstrap to reveal a mouthwatering cock, he then lowered the glass
to it. As I watched in awe, he topped off my drink with some of his
own piss and handed it to me. The man next to me, lifting his glass
to tap mine, said "Cheers," and we both took a drink. I
couldn't believe I was doing this, but I drank it down and enjoyed
it. Feeling strangely excited and incredibly randy, I ordered another
"golden screw," as the bartender called it, and one for
my neighbor as well. "But this time," I told the bartender,
"go easy on the OJ!" |
