Thoughts of a whole night in the company of Leanne started to form, so in order to avoid them, Tony pushed off the wall. Across the patch of sun lay the men’s toilets. Inside, it was even cooler, and he took his time loosening his tie as he emptied his bladder.

Above the broad steel sheet of the urinal, someone had left small gaps between the brickwork, and still more of that bloody good cool air was coming through. He was enjoying that when he heard the scuff of shoes coming along the pathway.

Whoever it was slowed in the doorway, and sniffed. He looked and made eye contact with Jamie.

Shit!

Tony turned back to the view through the cracks in the bricks. He could see as far as the little flats on the far side of the playing field, where big old trees were already spreading their long shadows.

Jamie didn’t say anything, but Tony could hear him approaching, stumbling a little until he held out a hand to steady himself.

‘You pissed?’ Tony asked, laughing, but Jamie stepped up onto the tiles and leaned against him. The sudden force nearly made Tony misfire, and he pushed his shoulder back into place, covering his dick with one hand.

But Jamie reached up with his lips.

Shit!

There was a scuffle. Piss slashed across trousers. Tony caught sight of his cousin’s dick against the stark white of his shirt, and it was stiff.

‘Mate-’ Tony said impatiently, trying to repel with the word.

Cousin Roger appeared just as they came apart. Tony turned fast to finish off. Jamie moved along to the end of the urinal and leaned on the wall, covering himself.

‘Just about wetting myself,’ Roger said, unzipping himself and launching a stream that thundered against the old stainless steel.

‘Making room for more?’ Tony said, still pushing the last of his piss out.

Roger laughed, and Jamie started to lean against him.

‘You right, mate?’ Roger said to Jamie, who mumbled. ‘Just point your prick, and push.’

Jamie muttered something, then looked through the slits between the bricks, Roger’s arm across his back.

‘You’re gonna have a night of fun tonight, eh?’ Roger said to Tony.

Tony allowed his eyes to dart to the side and saw the yellow stream shooting from Roger’s dick, a forest of black pubic hair encircling it. He looked away fast, nodded and zipped up: ‘Too right mate.’

‘This one might be about to spew,’ Roger said, indicating Jamie.

‘He’s alright,’ Tony said. Jamie was now leaning his forehead on the wall. ‘You’re alright, aren’t you, Jamie?’

Jamie nodded, so Tony moved for the door. Roger did himself up, and followed.

‘Want a ciggie?’ Roger said as they emerged into the sunlight.

Tony took one, let Roger light it for him, and started sucking relentlessly.