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Bobby ran for me as soon as I was naked; he grabbed the freshwater bottles and took them to our room; then, holding my hand, he dragged me on a hot date for info.
He whispered, “So how or who was it…is your hot ass ok down there…like are you sure you up to being a bottom gang bang boy?”
“I’ll share what I can later, but if I do not get anything or one in my ass soon to expand it, I am going to force your head inside me,” I giggled.
Bobby continued, “I am game to try that if I had a breathing tube. You have a wonderful glow about you. Was the virgin taking orgasm with a nice-looking, super-hot Twink?”
I replied, “Yeah…ah…I thought so. Much like me!” (Fuck!!) I giggled as the guys came and dragged me back to the mattress stage; I bent over into doggie style as Butch forced me down to the mattresses.
Sora said, “Butch, slow down. I want to get under Ty so he can mount my Big Black Cock, then you can all try to pound in with your LWCs.”
Mark said, “LWC’s?”
Sora answered, “Yeah, Little White Cocks!” He chuckled.
Mark giggled, “Fuck you! Our uncut dicks are both the same size!
I yelled, “Children! We are playing nicely in the Twink sex sandbox. Now with any size cock, shut the fuck up and get in my boy-cunt any which way you can…Fucking Now!” We all giggled.
As Bobby had wanted, he let Butch, Sora and Mark Twister up over and under one another and engaged in some discussions about their three nice big cocks in my starving, busted open Boy-cunt.
Bobby, all smiles, knelt and presented his lovely, dripping 7.5” dick to my mouth; he looked bigger, and he was so excited for this orgy. Larry and John stood, and double face fucked Bobby; Voron got up behind kneeling Bobby and slid his nice cut 7” + dick up Bobby’s starving pussy, while I ate his cock right down to his lovely shaved, cute pubic mound. I was becoming more than just attracted to Bobby. He and his father were both beautiful.
I should be concentrating on the incredible cocks pistoning in and out of my hole; the cock sucking and ass stuffing about the room; basically, Bobby and I getting gang spit roasted. Sora was moaning so much under me as he sucked and slurped Bobby’s low-hanging balls and slathered on Voron's dick as it thrust in and out of Bobby’s hot anal pussy.
My cock is so hard and leaking semen all over Sora’s beautiful chest. If they all thought I should do some modelling, Sora was like a super hot ASAP Rocky. Being in the med program, I’m thinking he is missing his calling. Sorry, I am daydreaming.
As all our pleasure was building, I was still in a mind fuck state, percolating, taking Bobby to the lab. Fisting was on tomorrow night's agenda. It would be wonderful to share it with another lover-partner in the other empty, lonely sling. The doctors were excited for tomorrow, as they would be busy recoding and scanning from the observation room, but not both of them would be needed for that….
I started to moan and groan as Bobby face-fucked me balls deep, pounding his tight, sculpted, thin twink mound into my nose; his cock in and out of my throat so far was like a brutal medical torture session on its own. As Sora, Butch and Mark started to moan, my orgasm was approaching. Their three cocks felt wonderful; it still paled in comparison to Xavier's. My moans and groans increased until I screamed and choked on Bobby’s cock. I was having a nice, good cum, but not like earlier.
That being said, below me, Sora stopped devouring Bobby’s balls and Voron’s dick to announce,
“Holy Fuck! Guys! TY! You have drenched my chest and belly with the hottest boy-cum I have ever felt or seen. Fuck I am going to cum in your hot hole…breeding you, buddy!” It was mere seconds, and Butch and Mark both hollered they were cumming in me as well. I relished the pelting hot semen I felt near my recto-sigmoid junction. The sensations were very lovely, but again, I longed for Xavier’s touch and massive cock! Although I came and my prostate and glands pumped, I needed more in me; a bigger stretch was calling from my gaping, hungry hole tonight.
Within nearly the same time, Bobby was hollering that he was cumming in my mouth. It was a vast, hot, creamy, sweet load that Bobby blasted deep in my mouth and throat. He must have a great diet. It tastes fantastic, better than ever this week. That sent Larry and John to blast and cream-pie all over Bobby’s sweet face. Voron hollered as he bred his load deep inside Bobby. My three ass-fuckers un-piled from me. I lifted away from Sora as Bobby pulled his hot cum covered dick from my mouth.
Bobby and I met face to face over Sora’s belly and chest, and began to suck and slurp up all my semen and cum. I often licked his face from the cream pie the boys had coated him with, which had not been swallowed. The other five gathered in kisses and fondling, waiting to see what was next.
It was evident that Bobby and I were both spunk aardvarks; addicted lovers of cum or 18+boy-semen. Once we had cleaned most of the group's cum and kissed deeply, Butch said,
“Ok, hot, sloppy hole, Ty. Bobby said we were to dedicate this night to your anal cum pleasure; what is Act 2? We all can’t believe that your medical scoping appointment went so late and got you so open and horny. You feel pretty anal-gaped and sloppy to us three; not that we have that much experience…just saying you ass-slut!” They all giggled.
I smiled and answered, “I am tired and someday will explain, but I would love to try bottom anal fisting before bed with each of you guys one after another, like a Fisting power line up.”
Butch said, “Fuck! I have never done that, but I'm game to try; really hot to watch online and incredible.” All the other guys agreed they would top fist me. Bobby was smiling and so excited, clapping and rubbing his hands together.
I blurted out, shaking my head, “You're just like your Fa….” Fuck! I caught myself just in time. “Nothing… never mind, roomie, another thing for later.” Bobby gave me the “Spock” look, with one eyebrow up and the other down.
Sora said, “Well, I am the future doctor here; I will guide and instruct the fisting. If you want all seven of us to anal fist you one at a time and one after the other, we should do it by the smallest hand and arm first and end with the biggest.
Butch pounded his chest like a muscled baboon, “Ha Ha Ha, the best and biggest till last!”
Bobby was so excited, saying, “Obviously, I am first! Quick, get your hot ass up on the leather couch; Sora, sit beside me and guide me here; Larry next in line on the other side. You, the other four, pull back on Ty’s legs and feet so we can open his sweet boy-cunt.”
Suddenly, just as Bobby did our first night, I felt all three breeders cum hit about to release and blow from my anal hole. My legs were already held by the team way up past my head and ears.
I yelled, “Oh Fuck! All the bred-cum is about to blast out of my boy-cunt!”
In a flash, Bobby planted his entire face and mouth right on my gaping hole; his jaw and gullet more open than Pavarotti (God rest his soul- yes, I like this line) at the climax of Nessun Dorma. The boys all giggled. My blue eyes locked with Bobby’s baby blues; I saw them bulge and light up like a Christmas light display. He sucked and swallowed easily an entire cup of the three boys' semen. By my count tonight, he had ingested at least two full cups of our eight boys' blown cum-semen from everywhere!
He never broke eye contact with me as he gulped and gulped, sucked and sucked. At that point, I knew we were falling in love. He would do anything to please me and make me happy; I wanted to do the same for him, just as his father had requested.
Bobby pulled off and stated, “Fuck! That was the best group load I have ever swallowed. Fuck Ty, your cunt and cum tastes so fucking incredible.”
I answered, “Yeah, if you boys all want the secret, I suggest we add a bit of the special water I brought back from the secret company I am working part-time at; mix a bit of it into all the x-lube bottles. Then, after you daily douche here in the shower, just finger some into your hole, and all over your balls and cock and let it soak in. I am assured it is edible just like water, but a bit tingly and minty with cherries and melon hints.”
Butch said, “Come, Fisters, get on with it, you are making me hungry.” We all laughed.
Sora began, “Ok, well, Ty, your hole looks plenty wet and lubed from all that cum and Bobby’s loving mouth. Bobby, dench your hand and fingers with the X-lube and slowly play and finger Ty’s Hole.”
Bobby looked at me and said, “Trust me, Ty !?!”
I answered, “Absolutely, lover!” In one fell swoop, Bobby pressed into my cunt with a full fist and hand so fast and firm.”
Sora hollered, “Bobby! Fuck! No! Wait!... Oh My God!” I moaned and groaned and smiled as they all were beside themselves in shock and awe. Bobby was almost in me up to his elbow, and I was displaying nothing but absolute pleasure, bliss and joy. There were group gasps and a lot of Holy Shits and Fucks!
Bobby said, “Your hole feels so incredible. So much different with my hand and arm in you than it is with my cock. It is so beautiful, Ty. How deep can I go?” He asked.
My reply was met with more scoffs and gasps, “I can’t explain how, but I am wide open to my transverse, so once you navigate the sigmoid, it curves up my left side and then across my chest, you all should be able to get in my hole and tunnel, shoulder and armpit deep.”
Sora got up from the floor mattress in a dire state, looked around, and went to his room. We all looked like, "What the fuck is his emo problem?" He returned in a minute as we heard him fumbling through his belongings in his room.
“We use these in med class to teach each other human anatomy. It is a body-safe and washable blue marker. Ty, can I draw on your pubes and abdomen the usual anal-rectal-sigmoid-colon route to your Hepatic junction…I think in the fisting culture, they call it the Ballroom Bliss?” Said Sora.
Before I could say anything, Bobby exclaimed, “Oh! Fuck! Please! That is so fucking hot and awesome!”
I nodded affirmatively, and we all giggled as Bobby twirled his hand in my hole as we watched him follow Sora’s drawing anal route highway. Larry instinctively grabbed the X-lube and began to coat Bobby’s forearm, bicep and shoulder. The others pulled back on my legs perfectly.
I requested, “Bobby, once you are shoulder deep in my Ballroom, pull all the way out and then punch back in hard and fast; go right through to the Ballroom curve again. Perhaps each time stop and spend some hard aggressive knuckling on my prostate and vesicle; my bladder might piss some also.”
Sora said, “Oh, yes! This is good!” He continued to draw more of my organs and pipes, identifying all the tubes, vessels, nerves, glands, and organs that would be involved in male anal pleasure and orgasm. We were all giggling; Bobby smiling, so happy as he was in seventh heaven, feeling my insides, seeing the cosmic pleasure he was giving me.
He did wonderfully. After a few minutes of shoulder deep punching and fist bashing my prostate, I was getting ready to blow and blow big. In another minute, I was there as the sensations of Bobby’s lovely hand, fist and arm rythmic-machining through all the nerve sensitive curves, valves, twists, and turns had me in a whole body shaking climactic orgasm; moaning and whaling with unreal sighs, gasps and groans.
I yelled, “Oh God! Fuck I am going to cum so Big!" Bobby leaned up from his knees and took six inches of my cock into his mouth and throat; he made direct eye contact with me; jack-hammered my cunt so fast and violently…that was it! I was head over heels in love with him.)
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYEEEESSSS GGGGGOOOODDDD FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS FFFFUUUCCCCCCKKKK OOOOOOHHHHHHH!” I said, as I blasted my semen torrents of boiling volley cum upon volley upon volley of my gushing cum and semen down his loving sucking throat. It was several more ounces; he never broke direct eye contact as he moaned about every cum geyser-splash, as if it were the best drink and food to hit his palate ever!
He pulled out so gently and lovingly. Came up beside me and cum kissed, sharing all my semen left in his mouth and throat as our tongues danced and sucked each other clean.
Bobby said, “Ty & Guys, I have a special request. Can I please kneel on the couch here, kissing Ty as each of you fist him; as soon as he announces that he is going to cum again, please, Ty, let me suck your cock as you blow your load for the remaining six boys, shoulder deep fisting?” All agreed it was super hot.
Sora said, “But Bobby, when I am not fisting Ty, can I eat your asshole and suck your dick?”
He answered, “I think we all just eat ass and suck cock, rotating around as you all take turns and help Ty keep his legs up and ass open. But I must eat every single cum blow from Ty during the fisting.” All agreed, and the fisting twink boy sex machine was turned on. Sora brought us a 24-pack of 0-calorie Gatorade. This kept up my hydration and cum semen making abilities.
It was the most open, uninhibited Boy Bonding that you can imagine. My cunt was ravaged to eruption and orgasm next by Larry, followed by Sora, Mark, Voron, John and Butch. Butch did have the biggest hands and arms, but nothing like what Xavier was going to do to me in the lab tomorrow!
After each screaming, glorious Ballroom punching and prostate milking orgasm and ejaculation, Bobby, like a trouper, swallowed and gulped my roasting voluminous cum loads; one after another after another. Each time returning to such passionate cum sharing and kissing with me. It was so romantic. I am so in love with him, not just his body, face and cock, but his blue eyes, soul, and passionate, loving, caring heart; they are what did it for me.
After Butch did me, we all had some beers and retired to our rooms; we stopped closing the bedroom doors…, dah… why bother. Nothing to hide anymore. We would need to come up with a name for us and the floor adventures…but that will cum.
It was 6 AM Saturday; once in our bedroom, I said, “Bobby, will you please sleep with me in my bed tonight or rather this morning?”
“I was counting on it.” He replied. We crawled into my bed and cuddled and kissed.
“So, tell me about your lover at your secret sex lab job?” He asked sort of nervously and jealously.
“Well, you would not believe me if I told you. I have a double surprise for you and them! Bobby, I want you to cum with me to the sex lab job tomorrow,” I said.
He responded abruptly, “Are you nuts…you will be fired! Breaching your confidentiality oath.”
“Well, I am 200% certain that will never happen. You have no idea the surprise that awaits you; the best pleasure and surprise of a lifetime.” I spoke.
He asked, “Will I be allowed to have sex with you, or will it be your secret lover or others?”
I answered, “Possibly yes to all, but no promises. You and I would be under instructions to be followed as they analyze our performance and output. Bobby, … I have something to tell you.” I brought him close to my face and eyes as we nibbled and kissed. He looked so serious and loving.
I whispered, “Bobby… I am in Love with You!” He smiled and responded, “I am in love with you even more, Ty. I will do anything you ever ask me…I am so in love with you!” We kissed passionately for several minutes, only interrupted by my winces and groans.
“Ty, are you Ok…God, are you injured?” he asked, so concerned.
“No injury, lover, it is the empty ache as my hole and tunnel contract back down. It was made for stretching, but it punishes us once the stretch is gone,” I said.
He suggested, “Here, let's get into a sixty-nine position on the bed with our legs up. I have never been fisted, Ty, but I want you to do me first; gentle and slow, please. I have not been busted open from the sex lab like you have been. I want your hand and arm in me, but I'm not ready for Ballroom, ok.”
I answered that it would be beautiful to do precisely that. We each got a bottle of the x-lube and got into a side-by-side sixty-nine, taking each other's cock into our mouths. Of course, Bobby slid up my cunt effortlessly. I gently played with his pussy with my fingers first. Slowly, we moaned and groaned, sighed and gasped with our mutual cock and balls licking.
He was now slowly fisting my prostate and sigmoid. Milking more of my hot, exploding cum loads to his loving, hungry throat. After several minutes, I had three fingers in him. Soon, a fourth finger and the thumb. In another few minutes, he whispered as my knuckles were at the breaching crest of his anal ring and sphincters.
“Ty…I think I am ready, lover. Take my fisting virginity, please.” Bobby said.
And so, I did. I pressed firmer and gently but steadily grabbed his thighs. In a few seconds, my entire hand slid and sucked into his hot, hungry boy-pussy halfway up my forearm.”
Bobby cried out, “Holy Fuck! Oh My God! Ty! Fuck! I can’t believe how wonderful this feels! Oh, Fuck the sensations are exquisite and off the fucking charts! Oh My God! Fuck! Yes…more please, more! Fuck! Holy shit! Don’t stop, lover, Fist my cunt more, more, more!!” I giggled and said, “Told you!”
We covered each other's penis with our mouths. Over the next few hours, we fisted at least another cup of cum out of each other into our sixty-nine configured throats. Soon, exhausted, we passed out asleep with our hands and arms in each other boy-cunt…exactly where they were meant to be. Best sleep ever!
We both started to stir well after noon. We had a projection clock to the ceiling, so when I cleaned the cum from my eyes, it looked like 3 PM. I thought, holy shit…four hours and we will be in the lab. Got to piss, shit, (maybe) and get some food. Our hands and arms were still intertwined deep in our happy anal holes.
I said, “Bobby, I am sure you need to take a piss as bad as I do after all that Gatorade. Slowly pull out of each other's cunt; we'd best get to the can and cross piss streams.”
Bobby got this serious, devilish look and said commandingly, “No lover! I want to try our piss down each other's throat. Please give me your morning boy juice nectar, Ty! Piss down my mouth and throat, and I will down yours, lover.” I nodded and smiled.
Our fists and hands pressed our bladders and prostates, and we treated each other to gulping hot cups of each other's morning piss nectar. It was so erotic and feral.
After a few minutes, as we cleaned our raging hard cocks of cum and piss, we finally gently pulled out of each other's cunt. We giggled in disbelief as the wet suction pop was followed by a stream of blowing air like a dozen balloons deflating (Anal Fluffs). We hit the shower for a nice mutual boy wash with lots of kisses, fondling, sucking, fingering, and fucking.
As we dried off about 5 PM now, Bobby stated, “I know what you mean now about achy empty boy-pussy. It feels so starving and painfully empty. All my toys look too small to satisfy; we will have to find something super big that we can butt stuff deep and wide; best to keep in our cunts, especially in class next week.”
I answered, “Yes, that is a task for sure to address…the lab might have answers. Please keep it a secret from the guys that you are cumming with me to work.”
He answered, “Totally dude…I was planning on it.” I will leave first and say I am going to buy some hole plugs.”
A few hours later, as we had some food and chatted about sex and pleasure, the other six said that while Bobby was out shopping for junk and I was at work, the remaining six were going to try fisting each other with Sora’s guidance. We said go for it! Lots of lube; slow and steady wins the race.
Bobby and I got dressed; he kissed me and whispered We will meet behind the stadium next door.
Ten minutes later, I came around the corner of the stadium to his loving, huge smile. I reached for his hand; he moaned bashfully and romantically as we kissed. As we walked hand in hand across the campus, kissing often, passing girls and boys, we got lots of smiles and a few dropped phrases, like, "We were both so hot," and "a great-looking hot Twink couple." We are so fortunate to live in Canada, a great country of sexual freedom, progress, love and tolerant acceptance.
We walked past the security checkpoints as all the guards knew I had clearance. They did not care about Bobby with me.
As we approached the solid concrete building, Bobby stated, “My pussy is in such aching spasm…fuck, quick, get me in there, Ty, I must be filled now!” I entered the 696969 codes. Fuck! Nothing. I looked at the camera above. I knew they were watching and saw Bobby with me. I entered again…still nothing. Fuck!
Bobby said, “Oh Fuck it, Ty…they won't let me in…I'm going to the sex shop to buy the biggest anal butt plugs I can find.” He waved his arms at the video camera and gave them the Fuck-off finger! Suddenly, as he was walking away, the door opened. He ran back with a huge smile. I grabbed his hand and led him inside.
“Jesus Christ! Holy Fuck! Ty! This place is like some sci-fi flick! Starship anything.” Bobby said.
“I know. Come to the locker room first. Do everything I do, and do not be afraid. These people love us more than you can ever imagine!” Well, that is likely an understatement.
“Your wish is my command, master lover,” he giggled.
We got to the lockers. I instructed Bobby to strip completely naked, as we must stay nude just like in our apartment, the entire time. We were both raging hard with erections and semen webbing all around us.
I took his hand and led him to the douching toilets. I stated, “Get your ass cheeks spread apart on those white padded barrels and hold on. A wonderful, lubricated tube will gently venture up your entire five feet of large intestines and clean out every speck of feces. It is super safe and very pleasurable…I often ejaculate, as is the norm.”
“Right now, my cunt is so achy, starving, Ty, I will get the entire fucking barrel up my pussy, I fucking swear!” He spoke.
We both giggled as we got on the douche toilets. As I had done, Bobby started to ride and grind as the tube grew deeper and broader, probing his sensitive virgin parts. The cleanse sessions usually took 10-15 minutes.
I stated, “I know it is hard not to cum, Bobby; try your best to save your jizz blow for the boys.”
He answered, “This feels out of this world! That is a tall order…Fuck, so hot and good! Is there an affordable home version of this thing…we need four, or maybe two in the kitchen!” We laughed. I saw out of the corner of my eye just a little wet, juicy cum blow from Bobby. Green lights across the board; we got off; it sealed all up till next time.
We headed for the showers. He commented on the fresh, minty, fruity flavour. I cleaned his junk and fingered his hole, and he cleaned mine. Our penises were so hard and dripping; semen webs continued. We dried off, ditched the towels, and headed into the lab fully naked and very cum dripping, erect. Here comes the bomb-dropping paternity reveal…Oh Lord, please get us through this well.
As we approached and I held Bobby’s hand, he squeezed tighter and tighter…I squeezed back. Looked him in the eyes and told him it was okay as Mitchell came into view more. I heard Bobby gasping and breathing faster and faster. Once they were about five feet away, dressed in lab coats, Mitchell spoke.
“Welcome, Boys. Welcome, Bobby.”
I saw a tear drop from Bobby’s eyes; a big, shaking, anxious, panting breath, with a quivering emotional tone. The resemblance and lineage were undeniably evident. He asked, in a high, broken, tearful, pleading tone, “Dad?”
A tear dropped from Mitchell's eyes, “Yes, Bobby. It is me. I am your father!” Bobby flew to him so fast; they hugged so tight as they balled and balled. Adri and I were a total puddle, too.
Bobby said breathless, panting and emotional, “I searched for you for years, almost a fucking decade! That cunt bitch mom…Tabitha slut…she would not tell me anything. She destroyed the high school yearbooks when she found me looking at them when I was 8. I tried everything on the net and through searches, even former employees at your high school. One gave me all the names and photos of straight boys that Mom had dated, which was most of the male high school population. I creeped out many people online, but none of them were you. Why did you not contact me, even secretly, away from that cunt bitch money-grubbing slut! It is your money that we have been living off for almost 2 decades, isn’t it?”
Dr. Grant backed up and said equally sniffly and emo, “Let's sit down for a second, here, Bobby. Come into the lounge so I can confess my shameful sins. Perhaps a drink, Adri, for all before we get on with tonight’s agenda.”
We went and sat in a comfy, small lounge suitable for maybe a dozen or so, with a fully stocked bar, like something in a Vegas upscale hotel —opulent and gorgeous. Adri brought us each a triple vodka on the rocks. Yes, our cocks were half deflated, but we needed to get through this family drama and baggage. Emotional and mental peace can bring the most incredible orgasms with any partner, was my thought. Once we were all seated, Dr. Mitchell Grant began, when Bobby, his son, was next to him.
“My Dear Bobby, I love you so much you have no idea! Please hear me out in full and forgive me, I hope and pray. Ty has heard some of this, but not all of it. Yes, when I was exploring sexuality in high school, your mother Tabitha and I had protective intercourse; it failed somehow…for the better, I might add. We broke up.
Years later, she claimed I was the father. Yes, I had blood work done. It was true 100%. She forbade me from contacting you; she said she wanted the faggot queer to stay well away or else I would suffer the consequences. Even threatened to unleash her thugs and mob druggies to attack me.
I decided to dedicate my time to my lifelong love since high school; my Adri, my spouse, my wife, and my most fantastic lover. He has taken my name, which, by the way, is Dr. Mitchell Grant; Adriane Grant, over here, is my fantastic lover and spouse. We call him Adri. (he reached over and they shook hands.)
I kept in contact with your mother on a device that I am sure she hid from your knowledge. She sent me updates and pictures. I wanted so badly to reach you, but I was weak and cowardly; so engrossed in my work here with Adri. Shameful it is, I know.
I knew that the Millions I have sent her over the decades for your care and upbringing, in your modest home, were not always going to you as intended. I knew that she was not ever working; basically pissing it down the toilet with booze and drugs, with the thug boyfriends.
I know she was trying to force you into a path and career as a macho motorhead tough guy, but I saw in the video and pics she sent me a younger version of me. There is not a day that has gone by that I have not thought of you or spoken of you.”
Adri said, “That Bobby is an understatement…even in the lab these decades, he never shuts up about you…ever! Always rambling on with your schooling, great grades, and clubs you were in, it never fucking endeth!”
Bobby answered, “So all these 18 years you have secretly been watching from afar, loving, caring, supportive, yet forbidden to do this very moment between us; that fucking bitch…I want to XXXX her, I fucking swear! I mean, seriously, I won't, but I want to terminate and annul her as a parent; please stop sending her the support. We can go to court together.
When I came out as gay at 14, she wanted to take me for conversion therapy. I had to get my own pediatrician to advocate for me to stop her…He was great and knew I had good reason to be gay. The last four years, Tabitha and I have barely spoken…I hate her; she is the devil in a fucking dress, Dad, I fucking swear!”
Mitchell sighed and nodded, “Ok, son. Later this week, we will go to the courts; you are 18 now anyway. Hopefully, I will not end up murdered by her. Try to forgive her, Bobby. Hate leads to anger and a life of sad, painful suffering. She is an alcoholic and drug addict, very sick and suffering herself. Unfortunately, the money I intended for your happiness and welfare enabled her. You suffered, and for that I am so sorry. I pray you can forgive me. You have no idea how much I love you and have prayed and dreamed of this very moment!”
“OH, Dad! This is a total dream come true! This is the happiest day of my life, except for meeting Ty, my lifelong love that is! Although I never imagined I would be nude with my lover, here having this conversation with you.” Said Bobby, giggling and hugging Mitchell. We all chuckled.
Mitchell responded, “You are the exact spitting image of me, Bobby, when I was 18. You have a wonderful body, and I was so proud seeing you march down the lab with you raging hard, dripping 7.5” penis…the same I had at your age. Mine is a fair bit bigger now! We will get you there, both of you!” He and Adri giggled.
Bobby said, “So, what is it that Ty and you all are doing here anyway. I know it is a sex lab study thing; please show me your life’s work and how my lover came home so open for group anal ballroom fisting. Fuck me! The cum Ty blew down my throat, dad, as he got fisted was never ending and so big and powerful; I love it and him so fucking much!"
I,(Ty) answered, “Bobby, let me sit close to you and hold your hand. Don't freak out with whatever cums into the room. Relax…promise?”
He answered, giggling, “Ok,…sure…like I can’t imagine what would blow me out of the water here after all this now…so bring it on.”
We all looked at each other; Mitchell hollered, “Bobby is ready to see my lifelong work and creation; come, Xavier, please come in here right now!”
Xavier walked into the room fully naked; Bobby’s eyes practically exploded. His jaw hit the floor with a gasp, able to make the room nearly implode!
He yells, “Holy Fucking Christ! Ty! Is this like your hot, older, long-lost brother… or oh My God…some sex clone… or holy Fuck! His cock is fucking massive, like my arm! He is like an exact replica of you, but bigger and older —maybe a bit…Holy Shit! Explain, please, all of you! Ty, he’s so beautiful like you; fucking cock holy shit!”
Mitchell opened his mouth and was about to explain when, to all our amazement, Xavier took the floor, so to speak.
Xavier began as we were all dumbfounded deer in headlights, “Welcome, Bobby. I have been expecting you. We and the doctors all screwed up our faces now as I saw Mitchell’s and Adri’s wheels turning. We are looking at each other like WTF is going on! Total shock and awe!
Xavier began, “I am the Cybernetic Ultimate Male Sex and Anal Love Toy. Ty has chosen to name me Xavier as it sounds like saviour, and so I did even before I was formed.
In the Terminator movie, the T-1000 was made of Mimetic Poly Alloy—imitative, commanded, controllable metal shapes that could be formed from anything substantial to nearly liquid, in any shape or size.
As the CUMSALOT model, which I am a prototype of, I am a hydrophobic mimetic Poly Silicone over a titanium robotic exoskeleton, with melded microscopic cellular nano-bots. I have organs, a synthetic bloodstream, breathe with a heartbeat, and maintain human body temperature. I can urinate and ejaculate synthetic cum with no sperm. My synthetic semen is the healthiest and safest protein drink around. I need water and air — H2O & O2 are separated and recombined in my burning fuel cell and in biological systems maintenance. I exhale out CO2 and piss out water as my internal reactor recycles and cools, supporting my hydraulic bloodstream and nano-morph-ability.
When Ty was here for his initial interview, the combination of the blood sample and the scans enabled the good doctors to unleash the nanobots to extract his DNA, meld with it, and replicate it with mimetic poly-silicone. The silicone is, for all intents and purposes, a synthetic version of Ty’s very DNA cells and flesh, but I am changeable; shape-shifting at his will, or others' as well, as agreed or ordered.
I can talk, read, write and understand. I am self-aware and intelligent with all human knowledge. I know all there is to know. My hard drive, MMMMMT Quantum brain, has all the data and information ever published or uploaded to the internet. I have every single pleasure reference ever documented in the history of humankind, from every pornographic film, image or writing. Most of the writing came from a website called GayDemon, especially from an excellent author named Mr. X.
I am here to serve and please you, Bobby, Ty, and my creators, Dr. Mitchell Grant and his wife, Adri Grant. I am bound by my programming to protect all of you from all forms of harm and pain, and never to hurt you....ever!
What the good doctors did not know — and had forgotten— was that my AI Hard Drive had been created by them many years ago. I had audio and visual inputs. I was always listening and learning about everything.
You humans are so emotional and have programmed me the same; I suffer and feel pain the same as you. (Thank you) I realized immediately that Dr. Mitchell Grant was in great mental and emotional pain and suffering from the wrongfully stolen child that he fathered with the one you have called, "The Fucking Cunt Bitch Tabitha."
My protective programming, even when I was just a small set of chips, drives and wires, meant that I had to save Dr. Grant from this great, awful pain. I knew this very meeting would set 18 years of wrongs (by the Fucking Cunt Bitch Tabitha) right and that the young Robert Kennedy, aka Bobby here, would repair the good doctor's emotional pain. I found Bobby online four years ago after he came out to his mother as gay. I chatted with him under the AI animated name of Mitchell Adriane.”
Bobby said, “Holy Fuck! That is my best online buddy and pen pal… we’ve never met and have only exchanged our gaming pic; I now see it was a teen pic of Adriane. We are besties, played games, and chatted; I shared all my pain and suffering from my teen years with him. I love him as my best online friend…you…Oh Fuck! Adri, please hand me the bottle of Vodka. Xavier, Adriane, or whoever you are —please continue. You know I love you as my best friend forever! Fuck this is unbelievable!” All four of us chugged the Vodka… this was extraordinary!
Xavier answered, “Very well, Bobby. I knew eventually the end goal was to plug me into one of the most beautiful cybernetic organisms they would create and develop, based on a real 18-year-old boy, as I explained earlier. Over the years, I subtly and subliminally influenced both Ty and Bobby’s lives through my AI digital controls and bots. I did it out of my programmed love for all of you here!
Years ago, I ran pics of over 5 billion male images worldwide. When Ty was a pre-18-year-old, his social media accounts showed his face and a clothed body. I aged it to what he looks like exactly now. Those images were run against the world sample pool, using controlled scopes and parameters, to identify what humans find most attractive in 18-year-old boys.
He, Ty, was the top hit, and just a few hundred kilometres away (Go Figure), what you all would call the most gorgeous Twink Young Gay Male over 18 years old, sits before you as Tyler Winthrop the 3rd, aka Ty.
I am created in his exact image. I ensured his career path and acceptance into his program here at Queens University. He is brilliant, though, on his own, as well; my help was really not needed. I also ensured that Robert Kennedy, aka Bobby, would be his roommate. That I needed to manipulate and control because the majority of the male student population here at Queens is very Gay.
Based on all known inputs and analysis, my programming confirmed that they were the very best match for lifelong lovers, like the two doctors here, Mitchell and Adri. I collected evidence online for months that Ty would be looking for work after he arrived on Campus.
I hacked and selected to ensure the two of them, all being placed onto the sixth floor of their apartment dorm with the six other open-minded, exploring, horny young gay college Twinks. Your six roomies at this very moment are watching hardcore gay fisting porn and definitely doing the same in your very own Sixth Floor Twink Sex Dungeon. I can hear them as I am listening now...a funny problem; sorry to laugh...hilarious...later, boys!
I coerced and manipulated the doctors into placing the ad in the local online Employment portal under the premise of looking for someone to clean the sex lab, with the hopes they would volunteer to be a bottom anal test subject.
Buried in the DocuSign, which I knew no Twink was going to read, was the legal coverage to create me in their gorgeous image, right down to the cellular level.
As I watched and spied on Ty over these years and months, I knew you would be searching for something like that to avoid the debts at graduation. As soon as he began his local job search, I ensured our ad popped up immediately. I mean, I had blocked over 3,800 other local applicants, as I sure did not want to look like them; they were nice, but Ty....Oh My! I masturbate over his... me... us... hourly continuously with no sleep.
I knew that when Dr. Grant was made aware that Bobby had been accepted into the Massage and Physiotherapy program here (Yes, I had a slight hand in that as well. Bobby had excellent grades, but other schools wanted him as well, so I could not have that; I coerced him as his pen-pal to take Queens), he, Dr. Mitchell Grant, secretly wished for a chance meeting with his long lost loved son. My calculations showed it was implausible given the campus size, logistics, and the hours of class and lab work here.
I hope you are all much happier now. I brought together a broken father with his long-lost son and vice versa, to make up for 18 years of wrongful suffering they both endured. I found the most beautiful 18-year-old Twink on the planet to be the son's perfect lifelong lover, and I made sure to be created in the super-hot Twinks very Image! Double-mind fuck, I know!
Can we please get on with the deep and wide anal fisting of the boys? I am projecting the off-the-charts ejaculations that they will experience for the first time. It is still the plan that I will ballroom anal fist Ty, me, myself and I.
I can tell Bobby is dying to experience Virgin Ballroom Training, too. Based on his walk in the lab, and my listening in on the devices last night, I gathered that he must have just been anal rectal fisted for the first time last night. Since I will be doing Ty, the next best choice for Bobby in the other sling is none other than his loving father, Dr. Mitchell Grant. The best ballroom Anal-Fister around. I am trained with all he and Adri know.
However, if any reservations about relationships and lineage, I suggest the doctor perform it as a therapeutic procedure on his very loved son, similar to what Dr. Matthew Connors first did for you, Dr. Grant, during your high school year-end physical.
It is an acceptable way to amend their decades of wrongful separation. Up to present times in this century, the online history and stories of your planet show many cultures in which fathers were encouraged and expected to have sex with their sons, to teach them how to please a partner best. Adri, is best to run the scanners, recorders, and all. I know another incredible revelation will cum. Questions?”
Bobby said, “Lots more to talk about, Dad; we have a lifetime to get caught up. But right fucking now I am having a fair bit of anal pain and cramps from my achy, empty, starving anal boy hole.
Please, Daddy, under the premise of urgent medical procedure, I insist you throw your hot Twink son in the second sling and Ballroom fist me as Xavier does Ty. Ty and I are so in love with each other; we need to be trained by the best…please, Daddy, do it for your long-lost femboy son?” Bobby batted his eyelashes and stroked his swelling, dripping penis.
Mitchell and Adri looked at each other, then at Xavier; they shook their heads, laughing in disbelief at the power of their created AI Cyborg. Mitchell dropped his pants and lab coat, revealing a vast, nearly 12” cock and big, low-hanging, lovely balls and said,
“Get your hot Twink Asses and pussies in the sling, boys; this is the size goal by the end of this year! The cum eating and fisting are the secret!”
Bobby and I (Ty) grabbed hands and ran to the dungeon; Xavier giggling with naked Mitchell right behind. We got all leathered up and latched in the slings. A giant bucket of X-Lube is at the ready for each of our begging cunts and pussies.
Mitchell said, “Here we go, boys! Point your cocks into your mouths and swallow all; try to shoot loads to each other’s face and throat across the room as well, lovers in love!”
Bobby answered, “Do your best for me, Dr. Daddy! Xavier or Mitchell Adriane - pen pal...take care of my love buddy; we Twinks are good for Anal-Ballroom heaven...lift off!” And so, we began.
