I finished with my golden shower and Chance looked up and said, "Thank you, Sir. boy loves the feel and taste of your piss, Dad." I shook the last few drops on to my boy's face and then reached down and pulled him up. Still dripping with my piss Chance stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and dried my pig boy off. Making sure to leave the smell of my piss in the boy's hair.
I hugged Chance for a long time while we sat on the hay bales. Neither of us saying a word. Chance's tears dried up and we soon knew we would have to be going.
This is a true story of how my nephew became my boy/son. Our names have been changed as we still live in a small town but we are quite happy with our lives. This story was read and approved by Chance also.
The Glory Hole was my inspiration, and because of it I had a lasting relation with my next door neighbor, and His nephew a little later on. Man is just kept getting better.