“Piss in here!” To my surprise Brad grabbed the bottle from my hands, unzipped his jeans causing the guy in front of him turning around when he heard a zipper lowering. Obviously, Brad needed to piss bad since he quickly pulled his long cock from his jeans while we both watched and shoved it in the large open neck of my bottle. To muffle the sound of the splash of his heavy piss stream hitting the bottom of the empty metal bottle, Brad cleared his throat and then just sat there holding the bottle under his cock, as his bladder drained. He pissed hard, and we could both hear it as the bottle was filling up, and when he was finished, he had piss so much that the tip of his cock was wet as he pulled it out. “Thanks Ash, I owe you one.” Brad said as he handed the warm bottle back to me. “Don’t worry, you just paid me.” I said, as I put the bottle up to my lips and tipped it up, letting his warm, salty piss fill my mouth before sliding down my throat, as I moaned softly. “Wow dude, seriously.” The guy in front of Brad said to me as I pulled the now half empty bottle from my
