After tossing and turning on the hard wooden floor trying to get comfortable, I finally manage to nod off and have an intense dream about a gigantic Larry crushing me under a cock the size of a skyscraper while an army of little Gregs pinch and prod at my stiff little nub dick through it’s cage.
Suddenly I awakened to a yanking on my hair. I found myself facing Larry’s rock hard 15 inch morning wood and felt his strong hand on the back of my head force my lips over the top of it. Without warning my mouth was flooded with the taste of acidic beer piss. I tried to keep up as best as I could guzzling his powerful piss stream for what seems like a full minute. After a while he unleashed a few final bursts of urine before pulling my head off and tossing me to the ground.
“Bacon and eggs.” was all he said to me before rolling over and continuing to snooze.
Remembering my promise last night to make him breakfast and knowing it was probably better not to argue I stowed the old jizz rag I had been using for a blanket back under Larry's bed, stood up and headed to the kitchen.