His bodyguard taught him. "Wills, buddy, with all that floppy foreskin at the end of that big fella I notice you're spraying the loo seat mister. You have to learn how to guide the stream, look like this, no, take your hand away, see how I slip it back? yeah, these two fingers, like this, then when you've given it the required shake and shiver, roll 'er on back over. Again? Back, between these two fingers, forward when you're finished. Back, forward, back, forward. That's it, wicked. And when it's hard, like it is now, two things: it's not all that easy to pee through a willy that's all swollen up, and in any case you don't have the extra skin because your dick has got jii-normous and taken up all the slack. What do you mean, "What now?" Oh, I see. OK, same thing, back and forth, like this, in your fist, yeah, I know, trashy, right?, wicked. There you go mister. Wow. Now you can get it back in your britches. Sure, anytime Your Royal Highness, no trouble, I'm flattered. Excuse me though Wills, could I have the loo to myself for a few minutes?"

