Ethan was lying in the flat, rusty metal tray that ran several feet along the bottom of the urinals, serving at the catch-basin for the piss. He was nude, lying on his back, soaked in piss, his head propped up by a couple of pairs of his briefs so he could catch the streams of piss and swallow them. The rest of the warm piss was splashed against his body. When he could get a break, which wasn't often, he would turn his head, and begin drinking as much as he could of the two or three inches of piss in the old-fashioned trough.
His dad and I had found it in an old building we were tearing down and came to the same conclusion immediately. We agreed that we'd take it and install it at the club, along the base of the series of tall, porcelain urinals. Instead of the piss going into the drain of each urinal, it would, thanks to our handiwork with some sheet metal shaped inside each urinal, pour instead into the trough. When Ethan wasn't there, or some other boy, the piss would drain out. But, when he was there, he would lie naked on his back and the men would get the opportunity to unload their piss on him and watch the trough fill up, then see how much of it he could drink.
It was a dirty trough, decades old, rusty from piss, but still in decent shape. The contrast of the dark rusty metal and Ethan's beautiful creamy smooth skin, his dark hair matted with urine, his pubic hair a constant state of wetness, was beautiful all by itself. Some of the men, of course, encouraged by Ethan's father and by Ethan himself, when they finished pissing, masturbated on to his face and did what they could - and he did what he could - to catch the spurts of cum so he could eat them, too.
Men who were seeing and using Ethan for the first time were so excited - and almost didn't believe - that he was only 10 years old. He was an expert. He smiled at the men, teased them with his beautiful little body that would sit so innocently doing sums and history in his fourth grade class, then, after school, his father would usually feed him his piss, then have him sit on his cock, facing him, making out, and whispering about taking him to the club.
Sometimes, when Ethan was spending the night with one of us, another boy would take his place. While the regulars missed Ethan and his gorgeous body and his obvious, almost desperate, love of piss, the other boys were equally young and equally eager to drink from the stream or turn their heads too and suck up as much of the piss from the dirty trough as they could.
I shot several photos of Ethan in the trough, five or six men, pissing on him, the picture capturing the streams of yellow liquid in the air, splashing on his body, mostly on his face or on his groin, our favorite places. Ethan's face in some of the photos was amazingly covered in cum, puddles and puddles of it, covering his eyebrows, sprayed across his nose, in his hair, on his cheeks. Some of it was mine. Rather than waiting to leave it deep inside his ass when I took him home with me, I could not hold back, but masturbated on to his forehead, knowing there would be another load for his beautiful ass when he spent the night with me.
For it was my turn to take him home for the night. His father, finally, had him crawl out of the trough, after making a loud "last call!" in the bar and about 20 men came in for one last chance to urinate all over him and some of them squatted down so they could piss directly into his mouth, starting and stopping their streams so he could drink just as much as possible. And he did. "I can never get enough, Daddy!" he almost whimpered to his father who nodded a "like I know this, dude!" kind of bobbing of his head. Finally, the last man had had his chance and Ethan went to the shower where he soaped up and scrubbed his hair and all over his body, with cameras flashing as the men took pictures of the perfect-body 10-year-old, shampoo in his hair, soapy bubbles in his pubes, and his uncut cock sticking out from it all, while he looked at me and winked and said, "Will you fuck me good?" And, of course, I said, "Yes, baby, this daddy will fuck you very, very good!"
Soon, we were in the car, the smell of soap and shampoo replacing the smell of a piss-and-cum-soaked little boy. He reached for my groin and gently squeezed my hard cock. "I love spending the night with you," and I told him I loved it when he did. We wold make love, off and on, all night long and then I would, as agreed with his dad, take him to his gym teacher's house at 6 a.m., just after the teacher's wife had gone to work, where he would climb in bed with the man, to be joined by his 12-year-old son and both father and son would fuck Ethan at least twice each, then they would have him sit in the tub and feed him piss, as much as they could get out, before a three-way shower and a dash to school.