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Finally, I was out of the clutches of life under my fuck head parents' roof. Sorry…that is not fair. All things considered, it could have been much worse. My name is Tyler Winthrop the 3rd. Most call me Ty, as the former sounds so aristocratic; yet we were fucking dirt poor, simple, rural, God-fearing farm folk. Obviously, my father and grandfather (God rest his soul) before me passed on the name to their firstborn. Not only was I first born…I was the only one fucking born!
It is late summer of 2025, and I am 18 1/2 years old or a bit more. I am an Aquarius, born on Feb 14th…yes, Valentine's Day. Don’t tell my parents, as they are so devoutly Christian that if they found out I was interested in zodiac signs and astrology, I might just be taken for an exorcism or some cleansing demonic ritual… (I am laughing my head off)!
I hail from a small rural town outside Toronto, Ontario, Canada, not too far from Oshawa, where a lot of Auto plants are —or were, …rather…Fucking Tariffs!! We all pronounce the town as “Anus-killing. Yes, it is spelled differently in the real world, but that is how we said it anyway.
Well, to do justice to mom and dad, they are hard-working and good people, just overly religious and strict. For decades, Dad has worked as a janitor at various businesses, and Mom also did various cleaning services. Often, I would accompany Dad on some of his jobs and help him out. There was one facility that he insisted I must be 18 years old before I help him clean…I was never sure why until that first cleaning, a few days after my mid-February 18th birthday.
Well, as all will know that decades ago around the world, the Young Men's Christian Association, commonly called the YMCA or now just the Y, was not just permissive of nude male swimming, but it was in fact the golden rule; some management somewhere made a fuss stating that the old archaic swim trunks lost so many threads that it destroyed and cocked up the filters….Yeah…sure…right! (Ha Ha Ha!)
I was immediately beside myself when, here in the year 2025, our local YMCA in our town, Anus-killing, set a time for all males over 18 to swim nude and exercise. Dad insisted that although all the young men (and many old too) were all naked, I was working as a cleaning assistant, so I must stay clothed.
Although I had seen other boys naked in our 18+ school showers, to see these slightly older young men all swimming and running around the deck and diving totally naked was quite exciting and titillating. I found my penis getting swollen and chubby, and by the time I got home that night, I had a massive dollop of pre-cum in my CK Undies. Seeing the penises of all shapes, sizes, and designs made me think and ponder my sexuality and what I wanted in life. Their pubic hair and length, and big testicles, and some smaller…it was all turning me on. I had to keep pressing my hard cock down and splash water on my jeans crotch to hide the leaking precum spot and my erect, tented penis.
In my last few months of high school, I had a girlfriend for a short time. Susie was lovely, and after we were 18, we dated a few times. I liked the kissing and feeling up her tits and fingering her pussy, but so many times, as I closed my eyes, I was dreaming about those swinging penises of the young men at the Y pool. Susie gave me my first blowjob, but pulled off just when I said I was going to cum. I had my eyes closed again, thinking about all this half-hard swinging cocks and balls, and to be so close in the water with them all nude. God, I wanted a Y membership so badly!!
My ejaculation with Susie in my old 2012 Ford F-150 pickup truck blasted onto the inside ceiling and dripped down. She thought it was gross when I opened my mouth and licked it off the clean fabric roof. I was dreaming it was semen from all those hot young men at the Y. She broke up with me that night…go figure…me, the hottest 18-year-old boy in town, and then some.
Yes, it is a blessing and a curse to have incredible looks and a young male body. I had to laugh recently when I saw on Pinterest a young, boyish-looking guy, about 18, with a cowboy hat and lovely white-blond hair down to his lower rib cage. Many pics showed his thin, sculpted body on display, with nothing on but tight denim shorts (with a huge bulge —yeah!) and a cowboy hat. I shit you not, it was me to a near T! Six foot 2, eyes of blue, perfect teeth, a boyish face, and very toned, with lean, long, thin musculature on a 150lbs Twink body.
Yes, I think Twink because I knew fantasizing about those young men, whether I was masturbating or with Susie, that down deep, that is what I really wanted. Sadly, I was still a virgin, as blowjobs with girls do not count. I loved my 8.5” cut penis and perfectly sized testicles that hung a bit low. My eyebrows, armpits and pubic hair are all a darker brown, accenting my looks. Yes, I am vain…sorry, but I can’t hide it.
I knew many 18+ boys and girls wanted me, but in my small religious town, it was not happening. Finally, here in September, I was off to Queen's University in Kingston. It is very famous and world-renowned. I got in with excellent grades, but my program was relatively white and blue-collar. It was the “Property and Facilities Management Program”, a 3-year bachelor’s degree concentrating on Business, Accounting, Human Resources, and legal regulations and codes for managing properties and facilities of all kinds. I was granted student loans to help pay tuition, but they had to be paid back after we were working post-graduation. I hated the thought of owing money and starting a career with nothing but debt, so I was sure I could handle a part-time job near my student apartment building on the university grounds.
I moved in on Tuesday, Sept 2nd, after the Labour Day holiday weekend. Yes, Mom and Dad helped me with my F150 truck… she cried…Fuck! It’s so embarrassing, but the other kids (all boys) on my floor laughed as all the mommies cried.
It was a six-story walk-up furnished apartment, so it was a good thing we only brought a few clothing bins/cases, personal electronics, and health items. The doors to the stairwells were all auto-locking, and we got access via a scanner that read our palm prints, so it was impossible to get locked out. The campus was gorgeous and really state-of-the-art, high-tech everything. Once through your floor door, you opened immediately into the shared great room with an open concept kitchen and study area, and a sort of social family living room. There were four bedrooms, again with locking doors and palm-scanner access, each with its own en-suite bathroom. Two boys shared each bedroom with two double beds.
After mom and dad left (Thank God!) We, the eight boys, introduced ourselves. It was awkward because I felt all seven of them staring at me like I was a freak with my incredible hot Greek god looks. I was in bedroom four with a boy (I think?) named Robert Kennedy, who went by the nickname Bobby. (How apropos) Having watched and jerked off recently to some gay porn, he looked incredibly fem-boyish with nail polish and earrings like a porn star called Darius Straub from Doggie Boys. Quite attractive and definitely gay as the sky is blue. His tongue was drooling when he found out I was his roomy.
The other three rooms were: room 1 — Butch & John; room 2 — Mark & Voron; and room 3 — Sora & Larry. As for sexuality or orientation, nothing definitive either way. I was very masculine. Sora was a beautiful, gorgeous, black boy who for sure should be doing modelling. Butch is a hot muscle jock. The others are all beautiful as well, and I knew we would get to know each other much better very soon. I was glad that each bedroom had its own ensuite, so Bobby and I wouldn't have to fight over the shower, sink, and toilet. It should be ok. We each had a small palm-coded bar fridge, freezer, and a palm-coded locking cupboard with drawers, so in the kitchen, the only things to share were the dishes, cookware, and cutlery, all provided by the campus housing department. Pretty sweet! No risk of food theft from roomies. Toiletries for cleaning and personal hygiene were offered free of charge.
As we got to know each other, it was the usual background chatter —nothing super wild to share—and we were in various programs, all different. After supper, I opened my laptop and began looking for a job. I thought it would be good to get something that tied into my studies or at least that I could do half-assedly. I went to a popular employment site and searched for Property management and facilities with maintenance and cleaning, as I knew how to do that from working with my dad. I filtered by location and limited it to 5 KM. I noticed Bobby spying on me the entire time we sat on our beds. I knew that if I walked over and dropped my jeans and presented my 8.5” hard cock, it would be down his throat in seconds. I wanted to draw this out for days and weeks, see if he had the balls to make a move.
Holy shit! A hit! The job said as follows:
The Queen’s University dept. Of Robotics, Bionics, Cybertronics, and Artificial Intelligence is seeking a young, fit individual who is bondable and able to sign a confidentiality agreement to clean the level 5 (Highest Security) technical wing of the CAME Institute. Hours of work are flexible but require 5 hours of intensive, laborious work daily, seven days a week. Remuneration is in the range of $35- $50 per hour, with full benefits. Please send a resume, photo ID, proof of age, and social media links to ensure one's suitability for the position.
Holy shit! This sounded unbelievable. I saw in the corner that it already had 3,873 hits. Fuck! But the pay is tremendous. If I worked every day for 5 hours, my annual income would be over $63K…Holy Fuck! That is more than what dad and mom make combined in our town. I scoffed and thought it was bullshit, but I thought what the fuck and uploaded my stuff as required. I was laughing as I gave the social media links, as many had me posing in Speedos and underwear, sexy hats, and a bit of nudity after 18. Mom and Dad did not know! (Snickering, I am!)
The first week at Uni is just a drunk sex and fuck party fest. I wasn't into it much, yet. As I sat there, giggling about what I had just done, I was dumbfounded when I received an email back in minutes. Generic but also somewhat personable.
It was from Dr. Mitchell and Adri Grant from the CAME Institute. (See related story “High School Doctor Drainage).
It said: Hello Tyler, Adri, and I invite you to an interview immediately this evening. Please confirm your acceptance for 8 PM (90 minutes from now) at the confidential location map link below. When you arrive at the x-door (alone), please enter the code 696969 and proceed into the room and sit at the table with the black chairs. We will join from the far door once you are seated and the door is secured.”
This was starting to sound like a hazing trap scam. I looked up the CAME Institute at Queens and holy Fuck! In the RBCAI dept., there was a specialized wing for the “Centre for Adult Male Enhancement.” What the fuck would that be? Lo and behold, there are pics of two super-hot older guys named Dr. Mitchell Grant and Adriane Grant. I wasn't sure whether they were married or brothers, but both were super hot and in their late thirties, maybe?
I bolted up, slapped my laptop shut, grabbed my knapsack, and threw on my jacket and shoes.
Bobby said, “Where are you going, sweetheart…hot date with a boy?”
I answered laughing, “You wish! It is a hot date with two older boys!” I lifted my eyebrows in a deviant, sexy insinuation.
Bobby responded, “Lucky you! Text me if they want another to join!” He giggled. I smiled and bolted out. My phone's GPS to the location link took me to the Advanced Sciences and Technical campus on the University grounds. I had to show many security checkpoints the email and the door code. I was given an escort to the exact door by two older guards in a golf cart. They dropped me and left. I entered the 696969 codes, and the heavy black door clicked and popped open like something out of Star Trek. As I walked past it, I was eye-popping, as the door was a solid 5-inch-thick plate of steel. WTF!
Sure enough, as soon as it closed and locked, there was the white round table and three black chairs. I sat down, and the two hot doctors walked in. Fuck I was hoping they would threesome fuck the shit out of me, they are absolutely perfect.
I stood as we shook hands and they introduced themselves. Mitchell began to interview,
“Well, Tyler, thanks so much for cumming on such short notice. I am sure you are confused as to what we do here, but you need not worry about that. I must say, sorry to digress, but you are the most handsome, gorgeous young man we have ever seen in our entire lives. I can’t believe you don't have a global modelling contract paying tens of millions.” He spoke.
I replied, “I am a simple person, sir, and all that famous hype would make me so nervous I would puke constantly, but thanks for the compliments. I do try to take care of my body and diet.” They both smiled.
Mitchell asked, “So, as is security protocol, we did look at your online and digital profiles. All seems good and normal—just wondering if there's any love or partner interest. If so, we need to run a check on them as well due to pillow talk, etc.”
I answered, “No, I had a girlfriend and broke it off…and no one right now in my bed and closet is my roomie, Bobby Kennedy. (I smirked)
Adriane suddenly took over and said, “You are attracted to him, yes?” I was frozen, and my eyes were bulging. My palms started shaking and sweating. He continued.
“Tyler, (I said, please call me Ty, it is more familiar and friendly and helps me to relax) Ty, I saw it in your eyes. We study human sexuality here, including reactions to touch, looks, and all. Please, let it be known that our goal in this institute is to maximize the male sexual performance and pleasure; Mitchell and I are a married gay couple and incredible lovers who have been together since high school; we need one who is comfortable dealing in an environment with many who are LGBTQ2FS, etc.” I now noticed a machine rotating above us on the ceiling, like a medical scanner or something out of a wicked sci-fi. I looked up at it and then mumbled my answer.
“Well…um…ahhh….I will not lie, as my dad and grandad always said, the truth will set you free, so I am sure I am gay…Fuck! I am so gay. But sadly, so far very alone and a …a…a…virgin!” They both clapped their hands together and nodded to one another like my answer was music to their ears…weird.
Mitchell said, “A gorgeous young gay male like you around here, in no time the Uni boys will eat you all up and then some!” We all giggled.
Adri stated, “The confidentiality agreement will be sent to you via DocuSign this evening. You will encounter others engaging in sexual activity behind glass walls while you clean, sometimes in the lab.
Not only will you need to clean the floors and surfaces and research stations and parts of the lab, but also the study rooms after sex and love making by all genders have taken place. You may see these other young men, women and trans on Campus and must never engage with them sexually or socially or even acknowledge that you recognize them. This is why there is a high pay rate.
The only thing that remains is the mandatory blood test to ensure you have no transmissible diseases that might be released in the lab, even through fingers, body parts, or other accidents on surfaces. Everything here is super sanitized. Before each shift, you will need to strip down and have a special cleansing shower, then you will be given a white coverall suit and boots. No other clothing or attire is to be worn under the Hazmat coverall suit. Is that ok and clear with you, and do you consent to the blood test, which will be repeated monthly? The rate of pay will actually be $100 per hour, as we have had to turn away many so far, but you seem to be a perfect fit. So, thoughts?”
I laughed, stretched out my arm for the bloodwork, and said, “When do I start?” They clapped and were very happy. I was instructed to stand, and as they withdrew the four vials of blood, the scanner rotated faster above me, as if it was taking me in from head to toe like a photocopier.
Mitchell said as he withdrew the needle and stored the blood vials in his lab coat, “I am sure, based on your virginity, that all will come back clean, and you seem extremely healthy and have no health conditions other than being a very horny, young, gay, incredibly gorgeous man.”
I giggled and said, “That is an understatement.”
Both said, “Come, Ty, we will show you the facility and after you arrive each day, for the five hours you work here, where you can get to the cleansing showers, suit change and cleaning supplies.”
I followed them through another door down a white hall with black floor tiles. It was so sci-fi it was super Trekkie. They entered the locker room and showers again, pressing the same code.
Mitchell said, “You can grab any of the lockers and pick your own combo code. After you have all your belongings in the locker, you will venture completely naked with no towel first to the cleansing special toilet.”
I asked, “Cleansing special toilet? What if I don’t have to go?”
“Well, Ty, it is a requirement of your employment; we can’t have anyone come into the lab with any feces in them whatsoever…we and all the staff do this as well every day, but if you are here after class in the evening, it is not impossible for anyone else to be in here, but unlikely. Even a fart containing fecal matter might affect our specimens and samples. Here is the bank of open, high-capacity cleansing toilets. All genders find it immensely pleasurable…and many orgasm and ejaculate hands-free from the cleanse.
An automated, lubricated, expandable tube is slowly and gently inserted into your anus, rectum, and colon while warm, sanitized, treated water is introduced. Simultaneously, a computer- and scanner-controlled evacuating suction expands and contracts the tube as it navigates the entire five feet of your large intestine. It will venture deeper and deeper, all the way to your small intestine. You are done once the light on the handle turns green. Would you like to try the toilet and shower now while we watch?” Mitchell Asked.
I was scared shitless. (Pardon the pun) I had no idea what to do. The toilets looked like large white padded oil drums with a very soft, cushy seat to place your ass on with handles on the sides to hold on for dear life.
I said, “So I clean out my ass first and then special cleanse hot showers washing my entire body and junk; then slip on the hazmat suit and grab a mop cart and start carefully cleaning all while seeing young people engaging in sex behind glass observation rooms while you study how to enhance it all…”
Adri answered, “Yes, pretty much; most of the sex tests happen in the day…maybe a few here and there at night. You are welcome during breaks to masturbate in the showers; we all do it in here. If your tests come back all clean, a boy with your looks, you can even apply to be one of the test subjects.”
That was all I needed to hear. I went to a locker and stripped naked proudly; my cock went to max 8.5” erect immediately. I walked over to the Special toilet and sat my toned ass on it as Mitchell and Adri both stared and smiled. They started whispering.
The toilet started. OMG! This felt weird at first. But as they had promised, I really started to enjoy the sensations. This warm water and tube ventured deeper and deeper, broader and wider. The slight suctions were just like vibrations, and I sensed my feces leaving my body gently into the tube. I found myself starting to ride it…Fuck me! Was I having bottom anal sex with a toilet douching device?? Holy shit, it started to feel so fantastic. I felt it widen inside my anus near my prostate. My penis was lubricating like crazy. The tube went deeper as I felt it up near my chest and going down my right side to where I thought was my appendix. I guess it started vibrating and possibly rotating…Oh Fuck, more shit extracted…it felt so fucking good. This machine started thrusting and ballooning just inside my anus and rectum, not painful, but a lot of pleasure, stretching. I could not believe all I had ever put up my asshole after 18 was fingers. This thing was incredible. I suddenly started to moan and groan.
Mitchell said, “Ty, we encourage you to ejaculate and enjoy it. Let loose and blow your load for us, please. I was so turned on having them watch me, I did just that.
I yelled, “OH Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m going to blow cum…fuck…yes…OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHJ FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK.” They both clapped and smiled as my penis exploded multiple cum volleys outside of the toilet, all over the floor, some ten feet, almost striking the doctors.
The light on the handle turned green. Done and clean, I was. There was no odour, and the thing made a noise and closed. I never felt better or so ripped, lighter and thinner.
Adri said, “Now, no worries, but the toilet and shower room are also areas you must clean so that you might be cleaning up your own and others' semen as well.”
I asked, “That was incredible fun. I think I just lost my anal virginity with a machine. Is there a home version?”
Mitchell giggled, “Well, we are working on many home therapeutics and devices for all genders, but especially men looking for the greatest pleasure.”
I answered, “I think I am going to love working here. I know my butt is fresh and clean, but can I try the showers too?”
Adri answered, “Yes, sure, and it's just a special sanitizing water, so please scrub your lovely big penis, testicles and give your anus a little rub too, as the water freshens it all up, so you smell and taste wonderful all over. You can masturbate if you wish while we watch, but there is more to tour.”
I nodded and proceeded into the shower. I decided a jerk off at home would be best. They smiled.
Mitchell said, “Ty you have a perfect, lovely body, face and magnificent sex organs and genitals; if you would like to observe some of the test subjects, feel free to stop and stare all you want. They love an audience, but if you need to ejaculate, you must go back to the showers unless you have been promoted and are engaging with sex with them to be observed and tested. The pay is significant, so think about it.”
I was starting to think and realize that the cleaning story was just a ruse to recruit subjects to engage in sex enhancement and scientific tests with others…would that be so bad…I guess it depends on who and under what story or premise?
I got on my hazmat coverall, boots and gloves. They showed me the closet with the cleaning cart and disposable supplies. Then I was led into the lab, which had an entire wall of glass rooms that looked like something out of a Las Vegas hotel. They were sexy, warm, and inviting. Some even had different themes, and some even went into the BDSM sex realm with dungeon-like furniture and devices. There were two very hot young black guys doing mutual anal rimming in one of the rooms. I could hear their moans and groans. I became very erect and dripped heavy precum again.
Mitchell said, “Beautiful, aren’t they?”
I asked, “Yes, but what are you studying and trying to perfect with them?”
Adri answered, “They have been instructed to follow a particular path as they lick and suck and push their tongues into each other's anus, to see if one pattern series leads to hands-free ejaculations more intense than others. That is why we are called the Centre for Adult Male Enhancement. We are trying to enhance male sexual pleasure.”
I asked, “If I choose to be a test subject, can I meet my partners first here before I agree to engage in whatever sex you want me to do with them?”
Mitchell answered, “Well, we hire all very hot and attractive people, and we have never had anyone refuse. But I suppose you can… we would love to have you, and the pay would be $10K a week for the same hours and lengths of work, so you could work in the evenings after class, every day until you end your contract.”
I said, “Can you send me both contracts, and I will decide which to DocuSign…if I am a test subject, when would I start?”
Mitchell answered, “Today is Tuesday, so if you show up on Friday at 7 PM, that would be best. You do the same routine; forget the coveralls and just come into the lab here fully naked, and we will sit you down with the other person and tell you what the goal is.
We may have forgotten to mention that you both may be asked to use toys (Some huge) and devices to enhance the pleasure. We record it all from hidden Cat scanners and Ultrasound machines in the ceilings; totally out of sight and sound, so you are not distracted from your mutual pleasure.
We sometimes will interject on the room communications with what we are seeing the insides of your body doing, and what we are trying to achieve in all organs, and the mind being the most outstanding sex organ of all. You do have to consent in the DocuSign to Oral sex and semen swallowing, Anal sex and cum dump, kissing, rimming, Anal fisting, possibly up to multiple appendages, and the use of other genital device enhancements and various dildos, some of which are massive. Still, we take time to allow your body over days and weeks to relax and expand, all while you are advancing science and sexual pleasure for men.”
I answered, “OK, I think if we are done, I'd better go and think about it all. Please send me both options.”
Both the hot doctors shook my hand, led me back to my locker while I got dressed, and saw me out the door. Walking back to my apartment, I was raging erect and dripping. How was I going to get into my bedroom with Bobby, and I needed to cum again so bad…Fuck I wanted to be with a Twink so bad, but I was so nervous and had no idea how to begin with him. There was no doubt he was gay and would do anything I wanted.
Holy crap. It was 11 PM. I ran up the stairs to our floor and pressed my sweaty palms to the scanner. As soon as I got in, I saw Butch, John, Mark, and Voron watching baseball. Sora and Larry must be in their room, and Bobby as well in mine. I said Hey and went straight to my room.
Sure enough, Bobby was in there staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. He was in his underwear and had on a sexy half shirt. He had a nice bulge. I shut and locked our door.
I plopped down on my bed and opened my laptop. Two separate emails were there. I looked at Bobby and immediately opened the DocuSign to become a test subject. I did not read any of it as it was dozens of pages…I just signed and initialled over an agreement again and finished. Friday here I cum.
Bobby asked, “So how was your hook-up?”
I answered, “Great! I just accepted a job position here on campus, but it is strictly confidential. I will not be home each night until nearly midnight or later, so if you want to do hook-ups in here while I am working, go for it…just clean up the cum, please.”
Bobby said in a sarcastic voice as he still was not sure how I swung in my masculinity, “Oh, don’t worry, all the boy cum always goes well down my throat or up my clean anal cunt.”
I stared at him. Fuck, he was so adorable —a total hot femboy.
I stated in a whisper, “Bobby, can we have a rule that we sleep naked in here and are ok hanging out nude with each other?”
Bobby asked, “Ty, …Ty…are…are..you….. you gay?”
I answered as I stripped off all my clothes, completely naked with my cock springing out, flinging a line of cum all over to his bedside, “Very!”
He sighed in relief and said, “Oh, thank God!” I walked over to his face and presented my huge 8.5” cock. He ripped his undies and shirt off, revealing a lovely 7” very pretty penis and testicles.
He said, “Oh, we are going to have so much fun when you get home after work each night! I will make you so happy, roomie!” He sat up and took my cock into his hands. He opened his mouth and tasted my dripping white semen on my tip.
Bobby said in a whisper, “Fuck you are so fucking hot!”
