Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 20:53:32 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl 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 I hope you enjoyed the story so far. If you did, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. I love to hear from my readers. Also, if you'd like a listing of all my stories on the Nifty Archive, I'll be glad to send you one if you request it. RimPig