My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother 'there are only men in this house, why do I need to dress for them?' I enjoyed his parading around. From there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass.
The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. He stood 5'11', and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. Three years here, a couple of years there. Ever since I can recall we were moving from post to post.
