Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 20:53:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 7

Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.

This story is dedicated to several people:

My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.

My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of
the very rough patches I went through writing this.

My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.

And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk.  To me, they are the true Heros.

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
Part 7

By RimPig (c) 2002


Troy and I went downstairs to my gym. We set right to work on the
weights. I hardly talked to Troy, I was having such a hard time controlling
my anger over what had happened to Melissa. I piled the weights onto the
bench press and got under the bar. The action of using my muscles drove all
thoughts from my mind except getting the bar up and down. After adding more
weight twice, I finally added more weight than I had ever added before -
350 pounds sat on the bar. I got under the weights and called to Troy to
spot me. He came over and stood at the head of the bench while I positioned
my hands. I pushed up the bar and began raising and lowering it. I was
amazed that I was able to do so with alacrity. Evidently, my anger had at
least one beneficial effect. But as I got to rep 9, and I could feel the
burn in my arms and chest. The weight became more difficult to raise and
sweat began to break out on my body. When I got to rep 10, I found that I
could barely lock out. Rep 11 was even more difficult. Half-way up, I found
my strength beginning to wane. Troy saw what was happening.

"Come on! Push! You can do it!" he yelled.

I took his challenge and dug down inside myself and came up with my last
bit of effort and was able to lock it out. But I couldn't quit! I had to
make that 12th rep! I lowered the bar to just above my chest and tried to
push it back up. At first, with all my strength behind it, I couldn't seem
to move it at all. But slowly, millimeter by millimeter, it began to
rise. I pushed, straining against the weight and arching my back. Halfway
up, I found my strength diminishing to the point that I was afraid that not
only would I not make it up, but that I would soon find the bar coming back
down toward my chest with no strength to stop it.

Troy was calling encouragement but knew I was in trouble. He reached down
with both hands and placed them, palms up, under the bar. He added just
enough lift to help me but not enough to make it really easy on me. It
still took all the strength I had to finally lock the weight out and put it
on the brace. I lay there panting and looking up at Troy. I looked up his
body from his full crotch in his tight, tiny gym shorts up his hard abs
behind his tight muscle shirt to his beautiful face looking down at me. I
could see the concern in his eyes.

That concern wasn't about my not being able to lift the weight. It was his
fear at my anger. I guess when you're beaten by an out of control angry
drunk - especially if it's the father that you love - it can make you very
gun-shy of any angry males. I wasn't angry at Troy, however, but I decided
I'd better let him know that. I realized that he probably still felt very
responsible for what had happened even though it wasn't in any way his
fault.

I smiled up at him and he gave me a slight smile back. 'Oh, shit! This is
not good!' I thought to myself. I figured I better do something about this
now before things really got out of hand. The last thing I really needed
was Troy tearing himself apart over this.

I got up off the bench and walked around it until I was facing Troy. I
reached out and gently ran the backs of my fingers against his cheek.

"You know I'm not angry with you, don't you?" I asked.

"Why not, I caused all of this to happen." he said, his eyes down, refusing
to look at me.

A harsh, sharp reply leapt to my lips but I bit it back and took a deep
breath to calm myself instead. I lifted his chin with my fingers until he
was looking at me.

"For the last time," I said quietly, "this is NOT your fault. You didn't
make Brian an asshole. You didn't make him call Melissa names. You didn't
do anything - except make me very, very happy.  Now I hate like hell that
Melissa got hurt in all of this. If there's anybody to blame here, it's me.
I'm the one who wanted you to stay here. I'm the one who started this whole
thing in the first place."

"No you didn't! I did! I'm the one who came onto you!" he said.

"Well, you can make believe that you seduced me that first night, but I
only did what I wanted to do. I love you, Troy. You didn't do that. I'm the
only one that can make that decision for myself.  Just like I couldn't make
you love me if you didn't. I could have ignored those feelings the first
night. I could have pushed them down and you never would have known how I
felt about you. If you'll remember, I'm the one who kissed you. I knew what
you wanted, but it was a conscious decision on my part to offer myself to
you. So if there's any blame here, it's mine. And, forgive me, but I don't
feel one fucking bit sorry for loving you. I didn't set out to hurt Melissa
by loving you any more than you did by loving me. It's just something that
happened. Neither one of us is at fault." I told him.

He looked at me for the longest time, not saying anything. Then he put his
arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped him in my arms
and just held him. We stood there, holding onto each other, neither of us
saying a word. Gradually, I felt his body relax in my arms and he turned
his head and kissed me on the cheek.

"How did you know that night what I wanted?" he asked quietly.

"Troy, if you don't want people to know what you're feeling, you'd better
start wearing mirrored sunglasses 24 hours a day!" I smiled. "Your eyes
give away everything you're feeling."

He smiled back.

"I'm glad. I know I never would have been able to put it into words." he
said.

"I kind of got that feeling." I grinned.

"Oh, you mean when I was crying?" he asked, evidently embarrassed by the
memory.

"No, I'd say I got the message about the time you stripped and showed off
your body to me!" I laughed. "There was no mistaking that you were not just
changing clothes! You wanted me to see your body and hoped it would turn me
on!"

"Was it that apparent? I was trying to be subtle." he insisted.

"Troy, like most guys your age, you were about as subtle as a sledgehammer
in the mouth!" I laughed. "But it sure fucking worked! I thought my fucking
eyes were going to fall out of my head!"

He blushed at this. Damn! He is so fucking cute when he does that I just
want to throw him down on the floor and fuck his brains out whenever he
does!

"I was so afraid it wouldn't. I was afraid my body wasn't good enough to
attract you." he said.

"Not good enough! Troy, you could raise the dick on a corpse with that body
of yours!" I grinned.

I ground my crotch against him so that he could feel my hard cock through
my gym shorts and jock. He moaned at the feeling.

"See, it works every time. I can't touch you without that happening." I
said.

"Can you feel mine?" he asked.

I nodded.

"You have exactly the same effect on me. Sometimes I don't even have to
touch you. I just look at you or hear your voice. Do you think this will
eventually stop happening?" he asked.

"I fucking hope not! At least not until I'm at least 90!" I roared in
laughter.

Troy began laughing, too. I knew then that we would get through this.

"Fuck this workout! The only thing I want to do is work my cock in and out
of your ass!" I said, grinding my hardon against him again.

His eyes lit up.

"So what stopping you?" he said, his voice low and sexy.

"Right here?" I asked and I could hear the desire in my voice.

"Why not?" he grinned.

I didn't say anything. I just reached down and started pulling up Troy's
workout shirt. He raised his arms and let me pull it off him. Before
tossing it away, I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply of the scent of
the sweaty material. His eyes lit up and he smiled. I then let him pull my
t-shirt off and he did the same, sniffing my sweat and giving me a wicked
smile.

Getting down on my knees, I tugged at his worn gym shorts and pulled them
down past his knees where they fell to his ankles. He lifted his feet out
of them and kicked them away. I looked straight ahead and there was his
jock staring me in the face. I could see his hard cock stretching the mesh
material and a wet spot where his pre-cum had already leaked through. I
pressed my face to the pouch and inhaled deeply of the scents I found
there: sweat, musk, cum and dried piss.  The odors of his young body filled
my nose and head and I could feel the wanton desire build within me.

Biting the waist strap of the jock with my teeth, I began pulling it
downward off his cock. I had to pull it out to clear his cockhead and then
I was able to slip it down until it cleared his thighs. From there it
dropped to his ankles and I pulled it off his feet. Leaning back I looked
up at him and brought the raunchy strap to my nose, letting him watch as I
immersed myself in the raunchy scents of his body. The connection between
us was intense at that moment. I saw his nostrils flare as he watched me
huff his jock. I moaned at the scents and the erotic nature of what I was
doing and could feel my own jock getting wet with my own pre-cum as my hard
cock leaked.

Tossing away the jock, I was faced with the beautiful center of his
masculinity. His cock, majestic in it's hardness was standing proudly
against his abs. I leaned forward and licked up his cock, gathering the
cock-snot which had dripped down the shaft until I reached the head. I
reached up and pulled it down until it was pointed at my mouth. I opened my
mouth and took the entirety of it into my mouth and down my throat in one,
continuous movement. I heard Troy groan and felt his knees start to weaken
but he straightened up and thrust forward as if trying to bury even more of
his bone in my throat.

I pumped back and forth on his cock a few times and then let it go. It
slapped up against his abs once more, leaving a trail of cock-snot across
them. I leaned down and sniffed his scrotum, drawing in that special male
scent from the pheremone producing sweat glands found there. His balls were
almost hairless. I began licking and nibbling at his nutsack until he again
was moaning and seemed almost unable to stand.

Pulling off his sack, I reached up, grabbed his hips and spun him
around. He knew what I wanted because he immediately bent over, spread his
legs wide and put his hands on the bench to steady himself. There,
presented before me, was the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen in my
life. Glorious in it's smooth, shining perfection, it beaconed me to
worship it! I raised my hands in adoration and gently ran them over the
twin cheeks. The softness and the smoothness of their surface caused my
cock to bone harder until it almost ached from the need to fuck this
butt. Taking a cheek in each hand, I spread them until I could clearly see
his lightly furred butt-trench and the small, puckered hole I longed to
bury my hard cock in. But first, there was more, so much more, that I
needed to do!

I leaned forward and pressed my nose within the valley between those
glorious mounds of male flesh and breathed in deeply of the raw, ripe ass
scent which I found there. Troy was not dirty.  This scent came from sweat
and being male. It was an intoxicating mixture of pheremones, musk and
sweat which had fermented in the heat of his ass-trench. It was a scent I
could never get enough of. The scent of young male ass.

I continued to run my nose up and down his trench, relishing the intensity
of the scents and literally beginning to drool at the anticipation of
orally worshiping this most intimate place on my lover's body. Troy waited
patiently for me to have my fill of his scent, anticipating the oral
pleasure which he knew would eventually come.

I finally could wait no longer and, starting at the very bottom of his
balls, licked up his trench until I reached the very top of his crack where
it became his lower back. I did this several times, starting at the very
bottom and sliding my tongue all the way to the top. Troy gave out one,
loud continuous moan with each circuit I made of his ass. He pushed back
with his ass, marking my face with his ass scent while I tasted the tangy
saltiness of his butt.

Having wet his entire trench, I now moved my face deeper into his ass to
claim that part of his anatomy which fascinated me the most. I put my lips
to his ass-lips and gently sucked and licked them as Troy's moans became
almost whines above me. But this was not enough for me. There was someplace
I wanted to go, wanted to taste and gentle licking and sucking would not
achieve this goal. I locked my lips around his asshole and began to suck
with strong pressure while at the same time I pushed my tongue against the
puckered opening to the inside of his body.

His ass-lips parted easily and my tongue buried itself up his ass. I began
moving it around, tasting the inside of his ass, the tartness, the dark
taste of him. A thrill went through my body from my head and feet to the
center of my being and caused my cock to tremble in anticipation. I moved
my tongue in and out of his hole, allowing him to feel just an appetizer of
what was to come. Troy moaned out his desires to me.

"Fuck, yeah! Shove that fuckin' tongue up my ass! Ream me out with it! I
want you to fuck me so bad!"

Troy's begging was music to my ears. I'd fuck him all right. I'd fuck him
until he couldn't stand up. But not right now. I wanted him to wait. I
wanted him to beg more. I wanted him so hot that he would willingly impale
himself on my cock without me even having to push it into him. I wanted him
to be so lost in fuck-lust that nothing but my cock pounding his hole could
satisfy him because nothing else would satisfy me!

I continued to eat his hole as he begged and begged for my cock. Since we
didn't have any lube down here, an error I would rectify quickly, the only
thing that I had to ease my entry into his hole was spit and my own natural
lube, which my cock was pumping out with each pounding beat of my heart.

Finally, I pulled back from his ass and stood behind him. He might have
thought that he was finally going to get his wish to be impaled on my hard
rod, but he was in for surprise.  I slipped off my gym shorts and jock and
picking the jock up in my hand, kicked the gym shorts away. I reached out
my hand holding the jock and covered his nose and mouth with it. He
immediately started breathing deeply of the raunch which resided within the
worn, unwashed fabric. He moaned at my scents and I could feel him taking
the jock into his mouth to taste what he could find there. I let go of the
jock and stood back. He turned his head, my jock strap hanging out of his
mouth and looked at me, his eyes bright with lust. I almost came just
looking at him that way!

Troy turned around and hit his knees, burying his face in my crotch and
dropping the worn jockstrap from his mouth. He started by sniffing and
licking my balls in their furry sack. I could feel his teeth gently
nibbling at it and I moaned at the feeling. Troy pulled my cock down and
licked away the cock-snot that was bubbling from my piss slit and nursed on
just the head of my cock for a few moments. This raised the pitch and
volume of my moans as I feared cumming too soon inside his beautiful
mouth. He finally plunged his mouth over my cock and buried it in his
tight, sucking throat. I thought I would lose it right there! The wet heat
of his mouth and the tightness of his throat were threatening me with
complete loss of control.

Troy worked on my cock until it was dripping with his saliva and then
pulled it out of his mouth and looked up at me.

"Fuck me, please, Mike! Fuck me now! I can't wait any more! I need your
cock inside me!" he begged.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. I could see in his eyes, as
well as hear in his voice, that he had no more control left. I pulled him
to his feet and pressed my lips hard against his and then turned him around
and then bent him over the bench as he had been. I spit on my hand and
added this to his already wet hole. I spit again and covered my cock with
it along with my cock- snot to make it slide into him smoother. Grabbing
one of his ass cheeks with my one hand, my cock in the other, I brought my
cock to his tender hole. I squeezed my cock to cause more of my pre-cum to
flow and to coat the opening to his hot, wet ass. Satisfied that I had done
all I could do to make this fuck comfortable for him, I placed my cockhead
at the puckered opening to his love canal.

I pushed forward, firmly but gently, until I felt his ass-lips part and my
head was buried inside his butt. I was again amazed at how fucking hot it
was up inside him! At times I wondered why my cock wasn't singed by the
heat in his ass. I held my position, with my cockhead just inside his ass
until I felt his muscles relax around my cock-head. But before I could push
forward to slide further up his chute, Troy pushed back and in one steady,
continuous movement, impaled himself on my cock, coming to rest with his
hole crushed against my pubic hair.

We both moaned deeply at his action. I put my arms around his chest and
pulled us both up until we were standing straight and Troy was leaned back
against me with my cock still buried in his ass. I began licking and
nibbling at his neck and shoulders while my hands pinched at his nipples. I
slid them down to feel his washboard abs on my way to grasping his cock and
balls. I gathered his balls in one hand and pulled down on them while my
other hand gently stroked his hard meat.  Troy was moaning and rolling his
head back against me while he moved his ass in a swaying motion, allowing
my cock to invade undiscovered places in his ass.

The feel of him in my arms was the most wonderful feeling I had ever
known. With my cock buried inside him, he was mine! Totally and completely
mine. This beautiful male, this young god!  This courageous and sensitively
talented boy/man was mine. Just as I was his. Our hearts beat together in a
steady rhythm as our bodies were joined into one. Never in my life, not
with Randy, not with the mother of my child, not with anyone had I ever
felt so totally complete.

Troy reached back with his arms and grabbed my head. He pulled it until his
could turn and our lips could meet. We licked out the insides of each
others mouths, tasting each other in such an intimate manner, all the while
moaning our love into each other. We breathed in each other's breath,
giving life to each other. The joy I felt at this joining of our bodies,
our hearts and our lives was almost more than I could stand. Tears welled
up in my eyes while my cock threatened to spend itself in orgasm at any
second. Then Troy pulled away from my mouth and looked at me. I stared into
his deep blue eyes.

"Fuck me! Please! Fuck me hard!" Troy begged.

"Fuck, yeah!" was all that I could answer as I again bent him over.

He grabbed the bench with both hands, knowing that this was going to be a
rough ride. I grabbed hold of his hips and slowly drew my cock out of his
ass until only the flange of the cockhead was caught on the ring of his
ass. Then I shoved it back in at twice the speed with which I had withdrawn
it, slamming into his ass and bottoming out as far as I could. I heard Troy
grunt at this.

"Yeah! Fuck, Yeah! Fuck me hard!" he moaned.

He had no idea what he was asking for but I was about to show him! I again
pulled my cock almost out of his ass then with a snap of my hips, pounded
it all the way back inside him. I set up a rhythm of pounding thrusts as I
jack-hammered his butt. His mouth hung open and drool came out as one long,
continuous moan escaped him. I was glad I had soundproofed this basement
when I remodeled it because otherwise someone would have thought I was
killing him. But I knew it was not pain that was causing his whining. I
reached down and felt his hard cock, pouring out cock-snot in copious
amounts each time my cock ran rough-shod over his prostate. I could feel
that he was soon going to cum without even touching himself, just from the
pounding of my cock up his butt.

I was getting close, too! I knew I could barely hang on as my breathing
became ragged and my thrusts lost their rhythm. I pounded harder and harder
up his butt, trying to dig for new, virgin territory in his chute. It was
going to take next to nothing for me to unload in his butt. Instead, it was
a great deal more than nothing! I suddenly felt Troy's whole ass chute
clench around my cock and I could literally feel his prostate pulse as he
began to spray cum all over.

"Ahhhhh!!!! FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!" Troy screamed as he shot his young male
load all over the bench and floor.

I could see some of it shoot beyond the bench and I lost it as well.

"HEERE IT CUMMMSSSS, BOY! YOU WANT MY LOAD?!! YOU WANT MY FUCKIN' LOAD UP
YOUR FUCKIN' ASS?!" I screamed.

"YESSS!!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!! SHOOT IT IN MY ASS!!!" he begged.

"FUCK, YEAH!!! THERE IT CUMS!!! TAKE IT! TAKE MY LOAD!!!" I screamed as I
buried my cock as far up his hole as I could pound it and began dumping
load after load of my spoonge in his butt.

The orgasm seemed to go on for hours! I shot and shot, load after load deep
in his body. I couldn't remember ever shooting that hard or that long in my
life! It seemed to go on forever but finally there was nothing left inside
me to shot in his ass. I collapsed over his back and my hands reached round
him to hold him to me. The scent of our sweat, cum and sex surrounded us
and I knew that there could never, ever be anyone else that I could love
like this.

My cock slowly softened enough to slip from his ass. I could feel my cum
dripping out around my cock as it did. I got down on my knees again and
pulled his ass cheeks apart. There was his red, abused hole, still very
open and my cum leaking from it. I pressed my face forward and buried my
tongue up his open hole while my lips locked around his red, swollen
ass-lips and I began to lick and suck my load out of his ass. The taste of
my cum and his ass juices were delicious and I feasted on his hole for
quite a while. All the time, Troy was moaning in the pleasurable feelings
that my mouth was giving his well-used hole.

Finally, I could find no more of my load and I pulled out of his ass. I
leaned back on my heels and just stared at the beautiful butt that I had
fucked and eaten. I don't know what the fuck had gotten into me, but I
could feel my cock rising again just at the sight of him - like some horny
fucking teenager!

Troy stood, turned around and looked down at me. He could see my face, a
horny grin plastered there and covered with my cum and the wetness from his
ass. He looked farther down at my re- awakened cock and got a smirk on his
face. His own cock, standing there in front of me began to harden as well
until we both had full erections once again.

I stood and took him in my arms, kissing him and letting him taste the cum
and juices from his own ass. He licked inside and outside my mouth,
gathering up as much of the feast as he could find. Our hard cocks ground
against each other and we went after each other as hungrily as if we hadn't
had sex in days - much less ten minutes ago! I don't know where all this
energy and horniness was coming from but I wasn't going to question it! I
was just going to enjoy it and go with the flow.

"Let's go play in the shower." I whispered in his ear and then nibbled the
lobe of it.

He moaned and then pulled away. He got this very funny look in his eyes. I
knew there was something he wanted to say, something he wanted, but was
either scared, embarrassed or both to come out with it. I looked
questioningly at him but he dropped his eyes, unable to look at me.

"Ok, what is it?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said quietly.

"Bullshit! Better get the sunglasses out, Troy! Your eyes are telling me an
entirely different story.  Now what is it that you want?" I asked again.

"I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert." he said, his head
still down.

"I'm not going to think you're a pervert! We've been through this
before. If you're one, than I'm one, too. And I love perverts!" I said,
moving forward and kissing him on the forehead. "Now, what's going on in
that devious, dirty, perverted mind of yours" I chuckled low in my throat.

"Well...there are showers, and then there are 'showers'. Ya' know?" he said
cryptically.

That really confused me for a minute. What the fuck other kind of showers
are there? Rain showers? He wanted to fuck in the.....wait a minute! There
are 'golden' showers! I read about that somewhere. Guys pissing on each
other for fun! Is that what he'd driving at? He wants me to piss on him!?!

"Are you talking about 'golden' showers, by any chance?" I asked.

He nodded, head still down, afraid to look at me.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to piss on you?" I asked.

Well, there was a question I would never in a million years expected to be
asking- of anyone!  And especially not of someone that I loved as much as I
loved Troy!

Troy again nodded, refusing to look at me.

"Why?" I was genuinely curios.

The idea didn't turn me off. It didn't exactly turn me on at that point
either. I wanted more to know why Troy wanted this. I guess what I feared,
more than anything else, was that this was some kind of 'degradation trip'
for him. Some desire to be humiliated and abused coming out of his abusive
childhood. That was something I was NOT going to participate in! I loved
him, I would do almost anything for him. But abuse him? Fuck, NO! I was NOT
going to turn into his father!

Troy finally looked up at me. His eyes were shining in
horniness. Well...maybe this wasn't what I thought, after all.

"I love the sensuousness of it! The heat, the wet. Even the smell is so
male! It feels like being cum on for minutes rather than seconds! And it's
kind of like animals, marking territory! And, something about it being so
naughty! It's like when you were a little kid. Didn't you ever like piss in
the snow? Or have pissing contests with your friends? It's really turns me
on! Does it disgust you? Are you ashamed of me?" he said, his eyes showing
worry now as this all poured out of him.

"Troy, you could never disgust me - no matter what you did. But, what I
want to know is, how did you find out about this?" I asked.

"Well...I used to love to watch my Dad piss when I was little. I guess,
looking back, it was because I got to see his cock. It fascinated me. It
was so big compared to mine. And as I grew older, pissing with other guys
became a very easy way to get to see their cocks. Then something happened
two years ago which changed everything." he said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I woke up with the piss-hardon from hell one morning. Nothing was going to
get it to go down and I had to piss so bad I was in real pain. I didn't
know what to do. I knew I couldn't bend it down, it was way too hard. And
if I tried to piss with it the way it was, my piss would spray the entire
bathroom! Then I got this flash. I'd pissed in the shower before. I guess
all guys do it." he said.

"Yeah! I think most guys do at one time or another. There's a kind of
freedom in just being able to let go without having to aim or anything." I
chuckled. "But didn't you have trouble pissing through a hardon?"

"I thought I would, but I had to piss so bad, I figured I had to try. So I
got in the shower and turned the water on but I stood outside it. I closed
my eyes and just tried to let go and relax.  Before I knew it, A fountain
of piss was pouring out of my cock and it was going all over me! But it
felt really good! My body tingled from the feeling of all that warmth
flowing over me. And it started turning me on! As I pissed my cock stayed
rock hard and when I was done, I grabbed the fucker and I don't think I
stroked it more than twice and I shot a load of cum that was so big and so
hard that it ended up in my hair and all over my face!" he enthused.

"So have you done it again?" I asked.

"Almost every morning for the last two years. But in the last six months,
something has changed when I do it. I fantasize someone else pissing on
me. I even get down on my knees, close my eyes and fantasize someone
pissing all over me. And I cum like that, really hard!" he said.

"Can I ask who you fantasize about?" I asked, figuring I knew the answer to
that one since it was about six months ago that I'd met Troy for the first
time.

"Don't you know?" he asked, coming close and gently kissing my shoulder and
running his tongue over my skin.

I groaned at this and my cock, which had never gone down, got even
harder. His description of his piss-play in the shower had really gotten to
me for some reason. I couldn't figure it out! I'd never had any fantasies
like this. But somewhere in the back of my head, a desire was building to
do this with him. I wanted to fulfill his fantasy. I wanted him on his
knees before me while I pissed all over him. It was a very heady power
trip. I don't even think Troy realized how powerful it was.

"So what are we waiting for? I've got to piss. I guess this is as good a
time as any to see if your fantasy works out in reality." I told him.

He looked up into my face, his eyes shining and that 'killer' smile on his
face.

"You mean it?!" he cried.

"Fuck, yeah! I've sure got the piss! If you want it, get that cute butt in
the shower! NOW!" I told him.

He threw his arms around me and hugged me tight. His lips sought mine and
he gave me a quick hard kiss. Then he let go and ran to the shower. Thank
God, I had built a big one! Never thought I would be using it for this kind
of endeavor but, what the fuck! I'll try anything once - and more than once
if I like it. And I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I
was going to like this very much!

As I walked into the shower area, there was Troy, on his knees, sitting
back on his heels, waiting for me. He was so beautiful. I began to envision
what he was going to look like with my hot, wet piss glistening all over
his body! The thought caused my cock to twitch and I consciously started to
try and relax. I didn't know if I could piss through a hardon and I didn't
want to miss this experience. I stood there, trying to think of something
that would make my cock soft. My ex-wife did the trick! And very quickly,
too! Well, at least the bitch had some use! 'More than she'd ever been when
we were married!' I thought to myself.

I stood before Troy, my cock in my hand.

"You ready?" I asked.

"God! I've been ready for so long!" he exclaimed.

"Ahh...where do you want it?" I asked, some hesitation in my voice. This
was uncharted territory for me!

"Everywhere!" he exclaimed. "Why don't you start at my cock and balls and
then work your way up?"

"Ok, whatever you want. This is for you." I lied. I wanted this now as
badly as he did!

I knew I couldn't look at him kneeling there or my cock would get a boner
quicker than hell! So I looked down at my cock and willed myself to relax
and let the piss start flowing. I didn't have to work very hard at it. Like
most males, after I get off there is always a strong need to piss. I'd read
somewhere that this was the body's natural defense against sexually
transmitted disease. Piss, evidently is sterile when it comes out of the
body and will kill bacteria. That's why the old remedy for athlete's foot
is to piss on your feet in the shower. I knew one guy in high school who
swore by it. His Dad had been in the Army and learned about it there. This
kid, every time he took a shower, would piss on both his feet. And, funny
thing about it, is that he never got athlete's foot - ever!

I suddenly felt my bladder relax and the next thing I saw was a squirt of
my hot, piss hit Troy square in the middle of the chest and then stopped. I
re-aimed my cock lower and then the piss began to gush from my cock. It
splashed against Troy's balls and hard cock and he reached down and started
jacking off, using my piss as lube. My eyes opened wide at this. It had to
be the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. Using my piss as lube! My cock
began to thicken and swell despite the torrent of piss which was pouring
out of it. I began to move my stream up his body and watched my piss dance
across his hard, ridged abs. Moving up farther, I brought my piss stream
back to his chest. Now I could feel the droplets of piss bouncing off him
and back onto me. It didn't turn me off, in fact, it really started turning
me on!

Troy was looking up into my eyes. My piss was streaming onto his chest. I
didn't know where else he wanted me to go. He let me know by closing his
eyes and bowing his head. I let my piss flow into his beautiful blond hair
and watched as it poured down his back as well. I could see it flowing into
the cleft between his butt cheeks so I knew that my piss was wetting his
hole as well.  This was getting me really hot! My cock was hard in my hand
but still pissing. I realized, however that the stream was starting to
diminish. I could feel that my bladder was almost empty. I guess Troy felt
it too because he pulled his head back up and, with his eyes closed, let my
piss pour over his face. Then, to my shock, he opened his mouth and began
to drink my piss as it flowed into him. He moved forward until his lips
were wrapped around my cock and the last of my piss was pouring into his
mouth and I could see him eagerly swallowing every drop!

This stunned me and at the same time, turned me on all to hell and back
again! I couldn't understand how Troy could do this, but I sure as fuck
liked having it done! The feel of his lips around my cock and the warmth of
his mouth as I pissed in it was too much for me! I no more stopped pissing
than I grabbed the back of his head, still wet with my piss, and shoved my
fucking cock as far into his throat as I could get it and started fucking
his face! It only took about two minutes and I unloaded another huge load
of cum down his eagerly sucking throat! I must have shot at least a dozen
times! I watched as Troy eagerly drank down every last bit of my cum, just
like he'd done with my piss!

My cock finally went soft as Troy continued to nurse on it. Eventually, the
head got to be too sensitive and I pulled it from his mouth. I slumped down
on the marble bench in the shower and leaned back against the tiled
wall. Troy crawled over to me, still on his knees, put his hands on my
thighs and looked up at me. I couldn't meet his eyes at first. I was
shocked at how much what we had just done had turned me on - at how much of
an animal it had turned me into! I loved every fucking second of it! I
loved pissing on him! I loved him drinking my piss! And I loved pounding
his throat with no concern about him, just the pure pleasure of getting my
rocks off!

"Mike, are you ok?" I heard his voice, very tentative and low.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, yeah! I'm all right! I've fucking never been more all
right in my life!" I said, looking down into his eyes. "I'm sorry I used
you like that, though."

"What do you mean?" he asked, the confusion showing on his face.

"Fucking your face like that. I don't know what got into me!" I said
reaching out and running my hands through his hair that was still wet with
my piss.

"Well, whatever it was, I hope it gets in there again - lots!" he grinned.

I looked at him in dismay.

"Mike, that was the hottest thing you've done to me! I loved it! I loved
having you fuck my face like that!" he enthused. "And the piss was even
better than I'd fantasized!"

"You really freaked me out when you started drinking it. But that's what
turned me on so bad!  God! I hate to admit it, but I fuckin' loved pissing
down your throat! But why did you do that!?"  I asked.

"I had tasted my own a couple of times so I figured I could handle yours. I
wanted to take that part of you inside me, too. I already had your cum, so
why not? It didn't taste bad at all. It was real clear and tasted a little
salty but also sweet. I can't explain it." he said.

"You didn't tell me that you were going to do that." I said.

"No, I didn't. First of all, I didn't want to freak you out before we even
tried it and second, I wasn't sure I was going to or not. But I'm so glad I
did! It gave me incredible feelings of connection to you!" he said.

"Really?" I asked, somewhat stunned by that aspect.

"Yes, really! Can we do it again sometime?" he asked.

"Well...I suppose we could, but that depends on how you answer my next
question." I said, giving him a leering grin.

"What's that?" he asked, a look of doubt on his face.

"Do you have to piss?" I asked staring him right in the eyes.

The look of shock on his face was priceless! I almost broke out laughing
but held it in. This was not the time for that. Well, it was the time to
laugh, but I was afraid Troy might take it the wrong way. Like I was making
fun of him or something. I have to keep reminding myself that Troy's very
sensitive, especially to anything that I say to him.

"You're kidding, right?!" he asked, searching my face for the joke.

"Nope! Not kidding! If you're into this thing, I want to know what it's
like as well. I won't promise to drink your piss but I at least want to
feel what it's like to have it pouring all over my body!" I told him.

"Yeah. I need to piss really bad. Are you sure you really want it?" he
asked.

"Fuck, yeah, stud! Just stand up and let me have it!" I said.

He stood up and I slipped down off the bench onto my knees. I couldn't
believe it, just the thought of him pissing on me was starting my cock to
bone again! Troy stood there, a little unsure at first. I don't think his
fantasy ever included this. But, what the fuck, he might find out he enjoys
giving as much as getting. Maybe I would, too. At least I was willing to
try it.

He closed his eyes in order to relax and I saw the first squirt of piss
shoot out of his cock and land on my abs. I was surprised by the force of
it. I didn't realize that a guy had that much power behind his piss. After
a few more 'false starts', Troy's cock gushed forth a strong stream of
crystal clear piss. The scent was piss - but not strong. The steam was very
strong where it hit my balls and then my cock! And it was very hot and wet!
I reached down and began stroking with his piss for lube, just as he had
done. He started bringing the stream up my body and I loved how it splashed
onto my skin. I loved the feeling of the warmth. And somehow I began to
love the fact that it was a part of Troy. As his piss rose to my chest,
Troy played it back and forth getting all the hair wet so that it glistened
with tiny droplets of his piss, almost like little diamonds. I bowed my
head, as he had done, and felt his hot piss pouring over my hair, wetting
it, and then down my back. I felt his piss flow across my butthole and it
began to tingle at the wetness.

Then came my moment of truth. Was I going to taste it? I could feel Troy's
stream begin to wane.  I knew I only had a few seconds to make up my
mind. I figured, 'What the fuck!' and raised my head, allowing Troy's piss
to pour across my face and then opened my mouth. He let his piss flow into
me and I tasted it. He was right. It wasn't nasty like I'd imagined it
would be! It was a little salty, but also sweet and not strong at all. I
moved forward and engulfed his pissing cock with my mouth and drank right
from the source. There wasn't much left but I liked what I got. I loved the
feeling of drinking from his body. There was an intimacy to the act which
was incredibly powerful. Troy, too, was very hard by the time that I
finished drinking the last of his piss and he grabbed my head and began
fucking my throat, just as I had done to him. I opened my throat and willed
it to relax as Troy really fucked my face. My hand was still stroking my
cock with the piss lube which Troy had supplied and within a few moments,
we shot our loads together. Troy down my throat and me across the tiles of
the shower!

When he had finished cumming and I had sucked and licked his cock until he
couldn't stand it any longer, Troy got down on his knees and I gathered him
into my arms. We kissed deeply, tasting each other's piss and cum from our
mouths. Then we began to lick the piss that was still glistening on our
bodies. I loved sucking my piss from his tits and he was eagerly licking
through my chest hair.

We finally were exhausted and I helped him to his feet. I turned on the
shower and we gently washed each other, taking our time, touching and
kissing. Something had happened in that shower which had bonded us in a
ways that even I didn't realize at the time. We both felt that something
special had happened, something beyond just a 'fetish'. Neither of us,
however, felt the need to put it into words. The language of our hands, our
lips and our hearts were enough.

The End of Part 7 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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