The door swung open and in walked a big hairy man in a t-shirt and baseball cap. He made his way to side and unzipped his fly, flopping out his fat hairy dick. Phillip couldn't help thinking he had a really nice cock. He wasn't really into water sports but he always liked peeking at other men when they took a piss so the irony was not lost on him. Resigned to his fate he might as well make the best of it and enjoyed the view before the man grunted, indicating he was bout to let loose. Phillip braced himself for another sting of bitter piss but was surprised to find the trucker's powerful gush was actually quite clear. It seems he was very well hydrated.
The relief was short lived however, as the door swung open again and in swaggered another large man in a short sleeved flannel shirt and sunglasses. He squeezed his way past the man in the cap to the other end of the urinal, took out a semi-stiff cock and took a few deep breaths before forcing out a trickle of the most sour tasting stream so far. Phillip clamped his throat shut again, trying to find a way to avoid swallowing, when the door swung open yet again and another man entered chomping on a big cigar. The two men were already standing elbow to elbow but that did not deter the smoker.
"Budge over fellas, I'm 'bout ta burst" he said as he squeezed between the two, who muttered something and shifted to the side. The smoker already had a hefty cock dangling out his pants and released a torrent of piss directly into Phillip's drain throat with a force that made him swallow the piss that had already been pooling there.
Phillip was relieved to see the first man's stream begin to slow down, but just as he started pushing out his last few squirts, the door opened again and a man with a big bushy beard entered followed closely by one who was completely bald. The man in the baseball cap shook off the last few drops of urine dripping from his cock and stepped away from the trough. Before he had even zipped up, the bearded man had taken his spot and sprayed two streams of urine from his cock, one hitting the back of the trough and a second trickling down the bottom. He swore as some of it dribbled onto his pants and the man who had entered behind him chuckled.
"Having a little trouble there Steve?" the bald man teased.
"Mind your own business Craig..." grumbled the bearded man, blushing as he adjusted his aim and tried to get his flow under control.
Just then the flow of the man in sunglasses became slower but higher on the back of Phillip's mouth, he diverted his attention over and realized sunglasses was starting to sport an erection. Phillip couldn't tell through the shades but he suspected the man's eyes were wondering to the side. The smoker's stream stopped. He shook himself off and walked out as the bald man took his place and released a steady stream.
"See that's how it's done Steve" he jibbed, nudging the bearded man with his elbow, jostling the streams.
The bearded man stoically ignored him and finished his business before stepping out leaving Craig and the man in sunglasses alone.
"Hot one out today huh?" Craig chatted casually, peaking at the other man's stream which was coming to a stop.
"Huh? Uhh yeah..." he responded, milking out a few spurts of urine. Evidently his erection was making it difficult for him to continue pissing. For all the confidence he had coming in, sunglasses was now a bundle of nerves.
"I was gonna take a nap in my truck, but I'd have to strip naked to sleep in this heat." Craig smirked, he stretched his arms, taking his hand off his cock and allowing it to spray freely into Phillip's throat pipe. The other man subconsciously licked his lips as his eyes were now pointed directly at Craig's expanding penis. He was begun to slowly pull on his own in the guise of shaking out the drops. Craig allowed his cock to reach it's full hard and thick seven inches. As his stream began to slow he did not put it away but made it bounce up and down a few times without touching it, flicking the last few drops of his urine into the trough. He stood there for a full half a minute before the man in the sunglasses slowly reached over.
Just as his fingers made contact with the tip of Craig's throbbing cock, the door opened again. Sunglasses quickly pulled away and his shaking hands forced his hard cock back into his briefs, then pulled the zip up over his bulge. Craig smirked to himself and nonchalantly zipped up before strolling out.
"Why don't you swing by my truck later for a chat." Craig said, as he followed sunglasses who was hurrying out the door, through which entered a line of four more men.
It looked like Phillip wasn't going to be getting a break any time soon.