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Ever since I can remember I've loved piss and was used to being fed bladders full, straight from the tap. But I had a crazy fantasy about being used as a human urinal and to my delight, that fantasy came true.
I used to linger around a local construction site. I even managed to get a couple of the workers to feed me piss (straight from the tap) and when they heard about my fantasy, they surprised me one day. They had constructed a special urinal - unseen from public view. It looked like a regular urinal except that I was to lay on my back with a hose running from the urinal into my mouth.
I was allowed some breaks but whenever someone needed a piss, I had to assume the position and swallow every last drop.
Some men spit gobs in the urinal and some even blew snot before they pissed and it all got washed down the tube and into my mouth and down my throat.
I could hear some of them say as they pissed, "What a fucking pig." or, "This guys really disgusting!" but still they used the urinal and I was happy.
The toilet was not far from my station and some guys used to come to me afterwards, to lick them clean. They wiped their asses with tissue but still their asses smelled and tasted ripe. And though they continued to call me a 'fucking pig', they were happy to use my tongue to clean their asses.
Construction lasted a few months and when they were about finished, they decided to make me a present of this contraption and installed it in the garden shed of my home, where it got good use by a few of my retired neighbours with weak bladders.