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As we were walking to the Lake house, I pulled out my cell phone, went online and ordered a bottle of X-lube powder; I saw on the GayDemon website that it is often featured for extreme ass play; I better add in the shake container and a smooth silicone spout to get it deep in my hole. Why am I thinking just my hole?
Anyways, my hole was sore and burning, yet a new, incredible sensation emerged, catching me off guard. I wanted more fucking, and soon tonight; and not just fucking, but that rough, hard ass pounding like Butch just gave me. My horny Twink nerdy brain cycled all the positions he could fuck me. Deep in my ass, the stretch pain felt like a hunger, an empty growling stomach, but it was in fact my ass, it needed filling with more, oh so much more and more!
My thoughts turned to the items in the garage and workshop beneath Butches man cave and my shared room with him; my thoughts clouded into a great Alpha Dom cave or some hot BDSM space. Those big leather hides, the gromets, the chains and ropes, the hooks and bolts. Fuck Me! We could make a sling! Hang it from those high beams overhead in the middle of the room. I would have to get Butch so horny for it that he would be willing to do anything. How am I ever going to get him to the bottom, being such an Alpha dominator, I pondered?
Immediately, I daydreamed about the hot anal fisting I had watched recently, thinking half of it was AI bullshit. How can you get your entire hand, arm, and shoulder inside a young man, some of them even taking two or fucking three to the shoulder…impossible, I thought—death and hemorrhage for sure; or is it real with those impossible looks and hands-free ejaculations.
I quickly added a few different-sized and types of Chastity cages and bulge protectors to the online order. We were going to be swimming and hanging out in board shorts and swim trunks around parents, family, and young lady cousins, and who else might show up; we sure did not need massive, huge cock tented erections.
Going back to the fisting and thinking of health class anatomy, OK, out comes the phone again, and I added an $8 pocket-sized full-colour male anatomy booklet with laminated pages. Sure, we could look it up online during sessions --not wanting lube-drenched devices and sticky keys… ha… ha… ha.
Butch asked, “What are you doing on your phone that you keep pulling out over and over?”
“Just ordering some shit to make our living arrangements easier?” I chuckled.
“Living arrangements (he giggled), huh? – Not sure that describes it accurately.
“Butch?”
“Yeah, Rod?”
“I want more tonight—like a lot more—like plowing my hole with all that Football muscle and sweat until I'm screaming,” I mumble in a low, serious tone.
“Fuck Rod! I fucking squirted in my jock!” Butch uttered in an anxious gasp.
“I sure hope you have lots of those Andrew Christians –oh Fuck I will need some!?!” I pulled out the phone once again and added a mix pack to the order.
“Ok-- now shut the fuck up about it all as we go in and eat.” He sternly suggested.
I blurted within feet of the door, “Don’t forget I need to sneak some Crisco.”
“Crisco –what?”
Suddenly, Aunt Sue said, “Yes, boys! I use Crisco for everything –even coated the BBQ grill before cooking those burgers. You can never have too much Crisco, boys.” OMG!! WTF!!!
We both looked at each other in total mortification—eyes bulging, biting lips to contain our inner explosion of laughter.
Butch shook his head as Aunt Sue rambled about the condiments and about coming out to the pool to join the girls and Aunt Rachel and Uncle Mike, aka my Parents. We grabbed burgers and some salad shit, etc., some bottled waters, and headed out.
It had been a year and a bit since I saw Abigail (19) and Olivia (18). Abby is beautiful and has a nice rack on her chest, perfect body –no boyfriend—ok who knows; Olivia is prettier than she was with more petite tits, but still lovely.
When we were young, about 7, I was sure she was a boy at first, and we all called her Oli, short for Oliver. But then, suddenly, one year, think, when we were 11, 12, or 13, maybe? Mom and Dad corrected me and said, Oli was a girl called Olivia. I know rambling, and it does not matter—just weird.
Abby suggestively asked, “So you boys getting all cozy in the Butch Cave …huh?” Giggles and chuckles abound. Butch and I rolled our eyes.
“So, I hear you young ladies are going to be rooming together once you choose which University to attend. With all those offers, you must both be Rocket Scientists or some brilliant shit—sorry.”
Olivia responded, “Well, it was so loving of Big Sis to take a year off and wait for me to catch up. We have always wanted to room together, so it only made sense that we stay in a two-person dorm ourselves. We must narrow it down. Great that Aunt Rachel and Uncle Mike are coming along on our adventure seeking—you know, never enough high school teachers to guide us.” We all giggled; our four parents gasped and sighed, shaking their heads.
Butch and I continued to chow down. I noticed, watching the girls swim in the pool as the sun was setting, that Olivia, with more petite tits, also never wore the tight crotch clothes and bikinis. It was always loose baggy shit. She is quite pretty but has a bit of sexy side facial hair—sure, she shaves her legs more than Abby. They always seem to be together, having a wonderful time –inseparable sisters. They were whispering and giggling at us. Fuck them!
We finished and took our plates into the kitchen sink. Aunt Sue was outside, babbling away with my mom, Rachel (Her sister). Uncle John and Dad Mike seemed to be in a serious chat about something. I started opening the cupboards.
Butch yelled in a low grunt, “What the fuck are you looking for, Rod?”
I emphatically whispered back just a bit too loud, “The Fucking Crisco!!!”
Oh Fuck!!! I saw a shadow, and suddenly, Olivia was there in the hall. She stopped, peeked just as I said it, giggled, smiled, and continued upstairs. I kept opening and moving shit around. Like, who loaded this kitchen? It makes no fucking sense at all!
I huffed and was about to give up when I heard Butch say quietly, “Thanks, Olivia!”
I turned around and, lo and behold, Olivia just handed a whole 4 L Jug of Fuck-Water with the pump to Butch. My eyes were fucking popping, and my head was spinning in absolute confusion!
She whispered, “Abby and I got a 4-pack box, so you boys can take this one!”
Ok, so shitting my pants does not even come close to describing my volumes of Inquiry and pondering of the infinite variable possibilities of response that would answer all that just happened in the last few minutes.
Butch said, “Awesome! Thanks, Sweetie! Rod, run like fuck and get this in the man cave now and then, and then hustle your ass back here PDQ! Got it! Go Fuckhead Run!”
Well, I took a big breath as my head exploded and started to run with the 4 L jug of Fuck Water Lube. On the counter, I saw a sample bottle of maple syrup. Butch always loved maple syrup on everything, so I grabbed it and pushed it into my board shorts pocket.
I was sprinting back up the hundreds of feet to the garage when suddenly, Olivia called again behind me,
“Rod! Wait!” I stopped, and she came running with the speed of a marathoner. She handed me a small black zipper bag. She was smiling away, so excited.
“Have fun with Butch! He is an awesome Fucker!” She kissed my cheek and took off back to the lake house. Ok, so put yourself in my shoes…should I ramble more and speculate or just run for booze and a hot box of weed! And we all know what happens when you mix booze and weed!!
I ran to the man cave above the garage, up the stairs, opened the door and placed the 4L jug of Fuck Water Lube on the floor beside the king bed we are sharing. I unzipped the black pouch and collapsed to the floor. A 24” silicone douche wand with an eight-foot braided hose and double shut-off valve was included—what the fuck! Weed and Booze are not enough!!!
I knew I had to get back, so I threw the zipper pouch in the shower and my airport-size maple syrup back on the king bed. Yes, I knew I had forgotten something with the online orders –the douche hose and all –again advertised throughout the GayDemon site with all the other great gay sex accessories. Never thought that need would be satisfied by Olivia…or was she a former he –Ollie-Oliver??
I ran down the stairs and tried (ha, yeah, right! Fuck!!~) to process not only the last five hours but the last 15 minutes… Why would Abby and Olivia have a Fucking 4-pack box of 4L Fuck Water? Like 16 Fucking Litres of Fucking Lube!! Jesus Christ! Why would Olivia say her older brother is a great Fuck! – and kiss me on the cheek? Why did Abby stay home and wait until Olivia was 18 so they could room together at UNI??
Most importantly…why and how in my memory, with my parents' insistence, did Oli (Oliver- I was certain) suddenly become Olivia. What The Fuck!!! My heartbeat and BP, I was sure, were somewhere around Neptune or Pluto!
As I got into the Lake house and back out of the pool, all that was on the patio was Butch; he was staring into the water as if to watch the video of one’s life: the good, the bad and the ugly.
“Hey? Butch, you want to go for a beach walk?” I asked.
“No Shit -eh. Lots of questions, I'm sure you got-sure come on.” I almost thought he was going to grab my hand, but nothing is out about any of us…yet, or is it?
Once we were well alone and out of hearing and sight range as the sunset along the lake shore, he began, as we were private with the waves and whitecaps as the only interference. Lake Huron has the most glorious sunsets in the world –Ontario’s Gold Coast. To the southwest, big, beautiful black storm clouds are rolling in; that explains today's rough waters.
Butch began, “Olivia is, physiologically, sexually, and biologically male, except for the last few years of hormone therapy to grow and develop as a female, with breasts and body hair changes. When he... Ah, she was 12, then we called her Ollie for Oliver. Ollie announced to Mom and Dad that he wanted to be a girl... so long story and ridiculous medical and mental health evaluation, but at 16, he started the Gender affirming female transition development therapy.”
I asked, “Does she still have a penis?”
“Yup –about 7 ½ inches-she loves and wants to keep it. How do I know?” Butch trembles with tears dripping.
I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Butch! Trust me! I am sorry for my threats earlier! I would never tell our parents about our sex, no matter how good or bad. Please confide and let it out. I feel your pain, it's tearing you up – I'm here for you, tell me, please trust me!” I pleaded.
I wiped his tears as he hugged me; he quivered, wept and continued, “We all accepted it. Back in the city, Olivia, at age 18, asked Abbey to Room with her last year to feel more like an accepted woman.
Mom and Dad, being open-minded, quite remarkable liberal schoolteacher parents, agreed; Mom wanted a room at the city house for her fashion design, seeing as Dad had overtaken the basement, the garage, the shed and pretty much everywhere with his Metal and Carpentry life…Fuck! Drives me fucking nuts!
Anyway, Mom and Dad went on a New Year's cruise last year, so the three of us were home for Christmas and the holidays till after New Year’s. Olivia had just turned 18, Abby was almost 19, and I was nearly 20. Long story short, we got really fucking drunk! I mean, really! I passed out in my room and was awakened about 3 AM with moans and groans like a Frat House Fuck Party.
I walked down the Hall, and Olivia was fucking Abby in her asshole balls deep with the power and speed of a mining machine; they were having so much fun. Abby squirted from her cunt many times as Olivia kept pounding her ass with her big cock. I stood there, not knowing what to do. They saw me and kept going and motioned me to cum in. It was fucking such a turn on. The taboo shit and the anal penetrations. I was so in love with fucking ass, anyone's ass. I stripped, Rod; My massive, dripping, hard cock Fucked their assholes repeatedly, all night long, dumping load after load after load up my siblings' assholes –they loved it so much; Abby squirting from her cunt and Olivia blowing prostate cum with torrents and streams everywhere. They ate it up and sucked face, begging for my big cock again and again. We only stopped well into the afternoon of the next day when my cock was raw and their assholes red, the size of eggplants.”
Butch stopped and was silent; I asked, “Has it happened since?”
“Yeah –almost monthly. We text and coordinate when mom and dad are out of town. I confessed to them about the Twink sophomore I fucked at college getting caught by Courtney –fucking bitch cunt!
They knew, Rod, that with you rooming with me, I would not be able to control the Alpha male in me. I love a nice asshole; it’s so beautiful, on any gender person; so tight and hot, I can’t resist jackhammering my meat balls deep to blow volcanic loads of cum.”
“Yet you have never had your hole touched, licked, fingered, Fucked…or…Fisted?” I asked, shaking in excitement.
“I have sometimes wondered after feeling my penis in a person's anus and rectum, what it would be like to slide my entire hand and arm inside them and feel their warm, rosy, red and pink flesh and share how it feels to them.” Said Butch.
“Butch, I was thinking the same thing earlier. I trust you, and I think you trust me. I would be honoured to be your bitch boy from here on out, for fucking, fisting, rimming, cock sucking and cum eating, but I really wish you would consider bottoming and seeing what it feels like.
The pain was unreal this afternoon, but holy Fuck, Cousin! When I was relaxed, and my ass opened, I swear it said to me, …Finally! Here we go! We are home at last! Home at last! The sensations, pressure and feeling are out of this world…like did you see me cum blow on the tiles and then again in the mirror? I asked.
“That was so fucking hot, Rod. That was the first time I think I ever wanted to go and taste another boy's semen. It’s just. Its…I’m supposed to be the Alpha Studly College Football star with the trophies and the accolades and the scholarships… and the … and the…macho straight bullshit – fuck-I can’t bottom and give in to being gay…. It's so fucking hard; I’m so fucking confused.” Butch spoke defeated and deflated, with teary eyes.
“Butch. You need to forget about all this gender and orientation and bloodline bullshit. In the history of humanity, people have sex with people. Who gives a flying fuck if they have a penis, a vagina, tits or assholes (Well, zero, we all have assholes –some more than others); back in ancient times of Rome, Greece, Egypt, it was a golden age because they paid no mind to all this shit!
It was always just humans bringing love and pleasure to one another. With the current hate and pain in the world, shouldn't that be the good of all, doing and taking the high road? Like on the college football team, do you really think you are the only boy who has put their big cock in another boy's hole, and both had the fucking cum of their life…how can that be wrong?” I ended.
“That is precisely what Julian said. He is the team's Right Guard. I, being the Quarterback –Fuck his sweet ass so perfect – always to the right in front of me, oh God! Fuck he is so hot! He refused ever to see me again if I would not bottom for him. He is so gorgeous; his ass was so incredible. Oh Fuck! I am so fucking stupid! Julian told me all the other guys on the team who have been hooking up for years; it's almost 40% of the team dudes. I did not believe him. I am such a Fucking asshole, idiot, aren’t I?” Butch said solemnly and reflectively, with more tears.
“Yes, you are! But it does not mean you have to continue to be. You have so much stress, and boys, Twinks, Young men and old ones too carry it all in their asshole. It is part of why it felt so astronomically pleasing for you to pound, plow and deflower me. Not only was it stress relieving, but Butch…Cousin…Buddy…lover, I have never felt so strong as I do today after getting ass fucked.” I gazed with my mouth open and eyes wide, looking at Butch.
He sighed and puffed out his cheeks, “Ok, I will try, but be patient, please, I have to get in the right mindset and want to be clean inside; I’ll consider it in the next days.”
“Well, as I was sprinting to the Man Cave, Ollie/Olivia ran out with a zipper bag stuffed with a two-foot silicone douche wand, an eight-foot braided shower hose and the diverter valve; so, it seems that little sis is really wanting her big bro to have the cum of his life!” I moved closer to Butch’s hot, blond head and mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Rod, can you ever forgive me for being such an asshole bully to you for almost two decades?”
“Yes, Butch! You are forgiven, so no need to repeat it. My hole is starving and so hungry for you –I have maple syrup ready?” I cracked a smirk.
He giggled, “Come kiss me; you big cock, cute Twink Fag!”
I answered, “Only if you kiss me first, you massive hot Jock Fag!” He grabbed my face and head and sucked my tongue and mouth damn near off me, stroking and squeezing our crotches to a party tent bulge.
He grabbed and held my hand for the short walk back to the beach fire at their lake house. It was dark as we approached the fire. I respectfully let go of his hand.
“What are you doing?”
I answered, “I….I….well…”
“Come on, Rod,…it's time!” He grabbed my hand, and we kissed again, well in sight of parents and siblings. We were about to sit on the chairs, still holding hands, when suddenly Uncle John said,
“What the fuck do you think you boys are doing?”
We froze like I don’t know. Butch had his head down and was about to blast out something when suddenly Uncle John threw his arms around both of us and said,
“We all love you boys and Girls; Love is love, and we are so proud of all of you; big storm coming, so you'd best get your boy butts to bed!!”
Next thing we knew, Aunt Sue and my parents and all of us were having a cumming out party with hugs and kisses; no need for me to blather the chatter, tears and admissions you can imagine. Abby and Olivia were holding hands and kissing, so it was all out now; we all knew what was going on! Fuck I hope Butch has some booze and weed in the man cave, I need some sedation or something!
The storm was coming, so parents doused the fire, and we all bid good night and headed to our respective bedrooms. Walking up the drive to the garage and mancave, Butch began to chatter.
“So, Rod, I hope these months you are going to understand that I have to work out daily and keep in perfect fitness for return to school in the fall; not sure what you want to do?” He asked.
“Well, who better to coach me in gaining a few more muscles and pounds than a Greek God. Not sure, I mentioned, but I did do a few months of Taekwondo –got up to Blue belt, Taeguk–Sa Jang, 3 months 6th Gup.”
“Fucking Cool Dude!” He pulled me close and knuckled my hair as we giggled. “I was going to tell you, Rod, that although you are quite Twink-ish and thin, you do have some great base wiry muscle tone there.”
“Thanks, Butch! I am serious and would love to train with you. I am incredibly flexible thanks to the fantastic martial arts stretches. I am nearly double-jointed and can get my feet behind my head! It was awesome this year being able to suck my own dick when I jerk off, eating my cum.” (Forgot to mention that in Chapter 1 – woops!).
“Rod –I just squirted!” We both giggled.
He continued, “You mean to tell me, you can get your feet behind your head, breaking your ass wide open and getting your dick close enough to suck and lick?”
“Well, you are about to see and witness it, Big Boy! One more reason to bottom. You must relax and release all the tight tension in the pelvic floor, especially in the anus and rectum, so the fibres adjust as one throws the hip and leg bones back out of the pelvic joints.” I spoke.
“Hurry up, man, I am leaking through my shorts!” Butch said as we ran up the stairs to the doors. We did not lock them; it is so exciting being out and having parents' blessings acknowledging their adult children are sexual human beings. Love is love.
Butch asked, “Rod –please, can we go back to Alpha vs prey?” I did not answer. I locked eyes, and so sultry dropped to my knees and placed my mouth on the peaked cum soaked wet spot of his red board shorts. With my hands, I rubbed his muscular, perfect ass cheeks as I sucked the semen out of his shorts and jock beneath. He started to rub and stroke my hair, gently pulling with his large, strong fingers. I sucked harder as Butch moaned incredibly, pushing his clothed junk into my mouth; I was treated with an incredible hot white sweet semen ooze.
My cock was so hard in my own shorts, feeling the semen drip against my thigh, trickling back to the beginning of my ass cheek crescent. All I could think about was those big fingers and hand slipping into my anus and rectum, deeper, fisting my hole for the first time. I took my teeth and undid the string of his shorts and returned to his leaking glans peak. I bit at it hard, catching the fabric enough as I lowered my head, his loosened fabric fell to his angles.
Butch’s Andrew Christian assless thong was so cum soaked it looked like he had pissed himself, but it was all Butch's cum. Again, I opened wide and took his stiff peak in my mouth, pulling off to say the wild words to start his attack; an attack I wanted so lustfully feral with a vicious, unrelenting dominance.
“Make me your Bitch, Sir! Take my hole, my boy-cunt, my cock, balls, body are yours, Sir!” I begged subserviently.
Butch commanded, “Eat my cock Bitch Boy!” I licked my lips, groaned and pulled down the drenched thong as his massive meat struck my cheek and jaw, almost knocking out teeth; his powerful erection glided over my face, leaving a dripping liquid line of the hottest scaring semen and pre-cum you can imagine.
He grabbed and pulled my hair hard, flinging my head and neck back as the semen web was strewn about my face and chest; backing up so his huge red exploding glans lined up to plow my tunnel mouth and throat. My dark, innocent twink eyes looked up with a yearning virtue to please, sir.
He said, “Open Bitch Boy. Hands on my ass; squeeze hard twice if choking to puke.” I almost giggled! What kind of considerate Alpha is he? At least I was assured of surviving the night. This was my first cock sucking. Am I out of my mind! It is the size of a large cucumber. Yet something passed through me or was welling up from a deep, hidden consciousness—a feral, out-of-control savagery.
I opened my mouth and throat wide, staring into Butch’s commanding, sapphire blue Godly eyes. His long blond locks, white teeth, and smile were enough to melt glaciers in seconds. His nipples were so hard under his tight shirt, begging for my oral care and biting abilities. I was sure that if my cock was a bit over 10”, he was a close second at a bit over 9” and not quite as thick. Still, a formidable meat to eat.
He placed his massive penis so gently in my mouth, slowly clenching my short twink hair as he pulled my head and face to swallow his scalding penetration. I breathed and relaxed as I saw his darker brownish bush getting closer to my lips. He was about 5” in my mouth and throat as I closed my lips and tongue, savouring my first huge sausage cock with the sweetest hot sauce imaginable.
Care with my teeth on his giant oral penetrating phallus, he began his face fucking, of me, the Twinkly younger cousin. Shocked Butch was, as I heard his gasp, grunts, groans, and lots of foul college jock epithets when he sensed I should be squeezing his incredible football-trained, powerful globes of butt muscles, but instead I pulled his hips and dark pubic mound closer to my lips and hungry virgin throat. Our locked eyes, his pleasure revealed as his mouth opened with whimpers and sighs of sensation, he had never felt on his penis…ever.
I had watched so much incredible deep throat on this fantastic website, I want to feel his hair on my face, lips and suck his bush scent and musk deep in my old factory. I wanted his full cum load in my stomach so bad. Still fully clothed, I was. I gingerly slid my knees back onto the hardwood floor, grabbing his shorts as a cushioning mat, to angle my throat and mouth straighter. My mind concentrated on my breathing, keeping my Trachea open and relaxed as I bent back further and moved and bobbed on his massive cock more deeply.
With his cock ¾ down my throat, Alpha Butch asked, “You want me to face-fuck and blow my cum down your throat Bitch Boy?”
With snot and tears, I nodded as best I could, pulling his hips and musky bush. I had to have his cock all the way! Please God! Please, I must! Little did he know that I could feel my power and dominance build, knowing that I, in fact, am the beast; the predator snaring my prey in for the kill.
He threw his head back; I adjusted to prostrate my gullet more as his hands pulled my hair and ears almost off, bashing my nose and lips hard against his symphysis. Finally, the words I ravenously craved spilled out of his screaming lips; he was mine, as I devoured him.
I am going to shoot! Fuck! Rod! OH Fuck! Yes! Oh My God! Fuck Yes! OH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
It was all I could do not to choke; my breathing like a death rattle as his molten cum blasted deep into my esophagus, gurgling, I tasted and felt his hair in my teeth and mouth, his orgasm backwashed, flowing to my taste buds, causing a wave of electricity passing through my entire body as my jaw ached and cracked. Fuck me! I fucking did it! No longer did I feel like a man; oh, no, no, no! I was a fucking Sex God! A predator second to none. Finally, another man's semen to succulently savour, with only my own orgasm taste to compare it to.
Gasping, as if he had just run 10 Super Bowl touchdowns with no rest, Butch slipped his semen slathered colossal cock out of my throat; I gently pressed my lips like a squeegee, ensuring to scrape off all his love man juice for me, the beast to consume; I added just a little teeth now, I thought to add to his perceived appreciative release; a reminder of my enduring victim role.
I gasped and sucked in a tremendous amount of air, with semen, snot, tears and sweat dripping from my flushed face, lips, tongue and mouth, staring into his eyes with the silence interrupted by a light flash and crack of thunder. Fuck me! Scenes of Star Wars bounced into my head as if Palpatine had just christened me A Sith Lord! Little does the predator know how the perceived prey has now become more powerful than he can possibly imagine!
Quick Author Note: (No! Don’t worry! I am not going off on some supernatural crazy sci-fi fantasy; just old Jedi mind tricks! Ha ha ha. It is just psychological!)
Butch is still standing, his boardshorts under my knees, his AC soggy Jock about his claves. His shirt was drenched with sweat, with those magnificent nipples waiting for my teasing bite and squeeze.
“Holy Fuck, Rod! No one has ever sucked my cock like that! You just fucking deep-throated me balls deep –how on earth –like what the fuck dude! That was incredible!” Butch stated in quivers.
I answered, “I…I…don’t know. I just wanted to please you so bad. I concentrated on all the deep-throat I have watched. So like Butch…I…I…was a virgin up until just when you took me hours ago. Before today, it has just been porn after porn after porn and enough jerking off to fill the lake out there if it were to dry up.”
He giggled and, smiling, said, “Off your knees Bitch Boy. Strip and get on the bed. Ass up and let's see if you can hook those feet and ankles underneath the top rail, you self-sucker.” I slathered with my hand his remaining semen facial coat into my mouth as he watched a bit despondently. Seemed he liked to see his or any cum on my face and head, so I, Bitch Boy, the prey, will just have to remember for sir.
Butch was fully naked in the second. His erection nearly fully returned. I stripped in no time flat; my cock was the size of a straightened kielbasa, semen webbing and leaking enough that I felt like the pouring storm was inside our room. I quickly went to his tablet, connected to a great pair of HK speakers on the dresser. I selected some Dark Metal, Metallica, continuous play; I dimmed the lights to a night light level while the cracking and flashing thunder and lighting lit our naked male bodies and penises up like a professional period gay porn flick.
I did some naked stretches as Butch watched, almost blowing boy-cream again as I brought my head between my standing legs, damn near able to eat my own asshole. Now he knew I was not joking. I lay down in the middle of the bed, pulled over the 4L jug of Fuck Water Lube so that he would remember to please us with it. Realizing the sample bottle of maple syrup was under me, I held it until my feet and ankles were hooked under the top rail as Sir (Butch) had requested. My hole was open and spread wide like a wood splitter. I opened the maple syrup and drizzled it all over my asshole as Butch stood there staring with pulsing neck veins, his eyes a cool, hard blue like dominance like Optimus Prime! It was all so perfect with the added storm. Again, I felt incredible and powerful, sexy as I saw the need and insatiable ferocity to take my anal hole yet again.
I said, “Sir cum and eat; suck your Bitch Boys' hole; Pussy, Boy-cunt, Asshole, whatever sir wishes it is!” I stretched my neck and cracked some to loosen and prepare for my violent Submissive eating and pounding. I glanced at the mirror leaning against the far wall across from the bed. It was evident Butch had it there angled so he could watch himself and his hotness as he masturbated.
However, seeing my reflection there now in this light, the storm, the music, my sweaty nakedness, I almost did not recognize myself. Why did I think I was so nerdy and plain? My creamy white, perfect skin, my dark hair and eyes and sexy white teeth combined with wiry but very defined muscle fibre. Fuck me! I had never stretched or worked out naked in front of a mirror. Holy Fuck! I am not just fucking cute! I am fucking Hot! Almost Twunk-ish! Ok, and like I was not feeling high and mighty enough already. Best Fucking day ever!
Sir (aka Butch) was approaching; I said in a girly voice, “All that is missing, Sir, is some weed burning in your hot box!” Grinning, he quickly opened the metal can and lit the dried plant inside. In seconds, a perfect blue smoke was pouring like the voted results of a conclave! Yes! Fuck Yes!
As Butch was kneeling on the bed with his laser locked eyes on my hole, I leaned forward and licked the crown of my dripping, leaking glans, dunking my hot, sexy chin in the semen pool on my wiry abdominals. He gasped, staring at my monstrous erection, taking all of me in with my legs past my ear, locked into the headboard; my sweet maple hole waiting for his wild attack.
Then it happened for both of us. He was a virgin Rimmer, and I a virgin yet ever to be rimmed. As I had done for him, he stared deep into my eyes, our excited, hyper-breathing, the metal music, the hazing, perfect weed, and the flashing storm – OH My God!
His tongue glided up and down my crack and hole. A sensation that no fingers and lube can mimic, I cried out with such a moan and pleasure as he did the same. His tongue sped; he repositioned, lower and lower. His prodding wet slathers increased exponentially with euphoric pleasures new to each.
Now I grabbed his curly, gorgeous, long blond locks and forced his entire mouth to cover my hole. The thrilling, gluttonous voices we made drowned out the incredible electric storm. I swear it was like the lightning was passing through our sexual orgasmic beings. He covered my entire hole and sucked, twirled, and devoured like it was his favourite maple ice cream cone. I could not believe the sensations. I was dying to reciprocate if he allowed me soon. The wicked wolf attack looks, he gave, peering over my drenched penis and balls as my pooling semen ran down from my constantly flowing dick slit, soaking my pubic hair and continuing to my eaten hole.
My semen river finally reached his lips and tongue; if I thought his pleasure moans, grunts and groans were off the charts before, eating a hot twink ass for the first time, my semen in his mouth was like a spark that sent timber piles aflame in seconds. Butch was wild! Out of control as he chewed and sucked my hole with tongue sensations parallel to the wettest face suck you can imagine, but it was my anus and rectum that were in his mouth and throat. His serpent, I swear, is draining my prostate better than the best sex toy. We were both getting close to orgasm just from the inaugural oral anal love.
I Yelled, “Sir! Please! Your Fingers or Big Cock! I need filling, please!” I could not believe it as I was sure he was going to pound in with his huge cock, but next I saw he sucked his four fingers into his mouth and then slowly, lovingly circled them into my anus, bringing the pressure and soreness from earlier restored. OMG! If he is not careful, I will take his entire appendage right now to his sexy, dark, musky pits! Oh, those fucking pits! I wanted to pull and eat every fucking hair; wild I was with insatiable lust.
My prostate was as big as a grapefruit, and my nuts were like mega dates. Finally, Butch writhed with his soaking, engorged penis into my hole. He reached over me to squirt some of the Fuck water on his 9”+ snake; his irresistible pits right there, I opened my mouth and devoured his musk sweat and pit hair, as a squirt of his ejaculate fired off, striking my calf, thigh and foot locked in the rails. He moved to the side, giving me the right nipple. Oh Fuck! I wanted to eat every inch of him, His golden, perfect, athletic, shredded chest and pecs. Neither of us was going to last much longer.
In a second, his lube-drenched fist slathered his dripping marble erection. He graced me with the four fingers again in my hole with the Fuck Water. I saw him line up and slowly enter my hole. Just then, the next Dark Metal work began with a pounding, perfect drumbeat about twice per second. I could not wait; I needed jackhammering right fucking now! I grabbed his hips and solid ass and pulled him hard, forcing his cock balls deep as his pubes struck my perineum, barely missing my testicles. Thankfully, he was just low enough. A look of fear and trepidation came over him, so surprised at my aggression. He was supposed to be the Alpha Fucking me! I now realize I was a hot total power-bottom. I started to scream and repeat words to match the music beats.
Butch (aka Sir) soon realized I was fine with him in my broken-in tunnel to the hilt. I commenced heavenly pleas at twice-per-second intervals to match the pounding metal drumbeats.
“Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Fuck Me Harder Harder Faster Faster Fuck Me Fuck Fuck Me Fuck Me Harder Harder Faster Faster Fuck Me Fuck Fuck Me Fuck Me! I repeated over and over, again and again, as Butch’s wild pounding machine-like stamping anal thrusting perfectly coincided with the beats as well. Looking over in the mirror, our coming together nudity, seeing his penis thrusting like his most intense abs workout, my dick bobbing and whipping semen strings all over my chest and face. The bed was bouncing so hard that the headboard was crashing into the drywall at the wider-thicker end posts, breaking valleys into the flaking, painted, collapsing boards, with each of his vigorous, rhythmic thrusts. The lightning flashed and hazing smoke like a Chicago Blues Bar at 3 AM on a Saturday Festival night. If this is not the definition of heaven, I sure the fuck do not know what is. I am so glad to be gay, and so is my ass, dick and prostate, because I am about to blow the biggest impossible load.
His pounding pubic hair and bones hitting my perineum as his massive cock bashed through all my clean maple-coated anal twists and curves, opening up what I knew was that third glorious doorway through my stairway to heaven (Great Song – thanks Led Zeppelin!).
After several minutes, wow! Butch hollered, “Rod, I am going to cum! Fuck Yeah! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes!”
I responded, “Fill me, Sir Butch, with hot blazing cum! Fill me, please! Deep as you can! I am going to cum! Oh Fuck! Watch my throat, Sir. Watch my torrents and geyser, Butch!”
Holy Fucking Shit! Together we orgasmed and ejaculated as one combined entity, like two cells merging to make one. My orgasm and ejaculation pasted my mouth, throat, face, hair, eyes, and the wall behind as I felt it drip down to my exposed toes, barely scraping the wall and the bashing headboard.
As Butch raised with such a beautiful, contorted face in blissful boy climax, his tanned, perfect skin glistening with his perspiration, I pinched his pecs and nipples as hard as I could, causing a second orgasmic ejaculation like parallel fire hoses combined in a twister-like climax, forcing his back arch to its most fantastic superior stretch lifting my ass and body Soley with his penis in my like a fork flipping a piece of meat on the Barbie!
He pulled out with his mouth and head to the ceiling as a flash of lightning lit his godly form, as if he was Eros himself. His penis is still squirting, blasting a sprinkler of his orgasm all over my stomach, chest, face and devouring mouth. My cock is still erupting, especially as his huge plum glans scraped over my vesicle and prostate upon his exit from my love tunnel. We were both frozen in an arched, almost injured, contorted shape, reminiscent of a Pompeian mummy. The weed smoke was now hitting as we had breathed so much with our increased respiration…if you can call it that!
We were still and did nothing but breathe for several minutes, with the sound of the storm less than our beating hearts and splashes of sweat. Finally, on his knees, he returned, locking eyes with me. As the rocking bed pendulum was slowing, I raised my arms from his hips and cupped his ravishing face as he absolutely exploded in bawling tears as I pulled and held him cheek to cheek as tight as I could; still, my legs hooked under the headboard rail, our chests and stomachs cohesively together with our boiling semen explosion.
He settled after our breathing regulated and removed his weight from my thighs. He unhooked my feet and ankles from the railing, getting my legs to straighten around his kneeling self. He leaned forward and began a passionate kiss, licking all our mixed semen into our mouths as our tongues danced and twirled our expelled volumes of masculinity. The flavour, scent, and consistency are reminiscent of the finest elixir one can ever palate.
After we had cleaned and devoured our faces, we were finally able to speak. He rolled over so we both lay naked, stretched out on the soaked sheets; drops of our semen still dripping from the bedrails and walls, the music continuing with the pot haze lit up with random lightning flashes.
“Rod! I have no words for what this was, but if that is the first love making with you, I can’t imagine my life without you…ever!” He exclaimed.
I turned my head and said, “If this is a proposal, I accept. But let's slow down; that was so fucking wild and awesome. That ejaculation made earlier look like a grain of sand on the beach.” I answered.
“Oh, Fuck Buddy! Never, ever have I cum like this. I am so fucking Gay,” said Butch.
“Me too, lover! Best thing we ever did! You have had 20 years. I have had 18. I'm just getting fucking started. So, pump that cock up right fucking now, because you are about to get mounted and milked until you will be begging for school start training!” I commanded.
Butch replied, “Oh Fuck, Rod! Can you go again…already?”
I said, “You see my hard cock here?” He sat up and smiled. I was taken aback when, suddenly, he leaned over onto my chest across my wired abs.
“Rod, although you are lean, you have lovely muscle fibres and tone. Watching you let loose and cum out of your prior nerdy shell was so exciting for me. Not sure if you ever or any of us realized just how beautiful and handsome you are? God, your penis and testicles are fucking magnificent and so perfect,” he proclaimed.
“Sir, Butch, it is ok, you don’t have to if you're not ready.” I decreed.
“Well, I can’t deep throat you, as you did me… not yet anyways. Fuck Rod! I dare say you are bigger than I am, balls and cock. I love you, twink-trimmed bush. Let me just lick and taste up and down your cock and balls.”
“Sure, Buddy. But I do want to cum again, with me mounting your cock so I can coat your pretty mouth and face with my orgasm, and then we share in the semen sanctuary?” I said, Giggling.
“Semen Sanctuary! Dear Lord!” He spoke.
I replied, “Yes! Exactly!” Butch began stroking my erection as he nibbled and sniffed my pubes and shaft. Some sexy, slower blues came on like an Etta James/Amy Winehouse night….so fucking perfect. In seconds, he was moaning again, just as he had been eating my hole. The storm outside settled, and the weed was burned up.
His tongue slides up and over my glans, lapping and wiping my still oozing hot semen. He kept gasping with whispers of my magnificence as his hands trembled, pumping my penis so he could return and devour his lips down the far side of my shaft and testicles, stroking more cum bubbles out like a continuous hot spring running down my penis and onto his cheek, dripping into the corner of his mouth with his outstretched tongue. He returned to my plump glans, opened wide and ventured down almost five inches. I rubbed gently and stroked his incredible hair. I have never even tried growing my hair long; I have no idea what I would look like with long hair. Yes, purposefully, I am distracting myself, as Butch, unbeknownst to both of us, is one hell of a cock sucker. Fuck I just might cum in his throat.
I was shocked as he reached back and placed his hands on top of mine, which were playing with his delicious blond sticky curls. I obliged and pressed his slow rhythmic bobbing. Such perfect cock sucking music. He pushed his ass and back more to our pillows to straighten his mouth and throat. Clenching my nuts, he began an excellent stretch with his large thumb and big pointer finger as the others on his hand started to press into my hole, releasing his cooked and hot, liquified, creamy cum seed. I was amazed by the incredible sensation of having my penis in a man’s mouth and throat so deep–fuck so good! Butch was learning how to use his tongue. His moans were fucking adorable; fuck me! He is almost 7” down and does wonderfully. My hole was so hungry for more.
I raised my legs and pumped some fuck water into my fist and leaned forward to add it to Butch’s fingers. I whispered, “I feel so open, Sir; see if you can slip your hot hand in my hole and knuckle my prostate, taking my load for breakfast, start?”
He giggled and had a little choke on my dick; he only withdrew a few inches and then returned to his licking and bobbing, perfect lips and tongue dripping action and pressure, getting seven inches in his virgin oral passage. Fuck it felt so good!! His four fingers pressed in my hole as he released my nuts from a beautiful stretch. A round massage of rotation began opening my hole as I moaned and pressed and played with that pretty head.
I now realize why I was so hurt by the years of bullying and his Alpha Dom; I have always been in love with him. All the porn I masturbated to, down deep, I wanted it all with him. The music was perfect, with only small, light flickers from the lightning.
He pressed firmer on my hole with his cone-shaped fingers. I moaned in sheer ecstasy and bliss.
“Butch! Please! In me, please!” I leaned forward, spread my ass some more and kissed his right ear and cheek as I watched and felt his hand slip in with the most incredible suction like my ass had been begging for it all these years.
“Oh, Fuck Yes! Yes! Fuck! Butch! It’s so fucking Good! More, please, more!” I pushed his head as I leaned forward to watch his wrist go further and further in me. I instructed right there, wrap it like a punching bag! Kissing his face and bobbing head as I screamed a scream not possible as my ejaculation exploded in his throat and mouth; he gagged as I relaxed and lay back down. He had to pull off my cock with his throat, but had already taken an impossible load.
When his lips left my glans, a giant gasp and cough as he continued to pump my cock with his left hand and knuckle my fisted hole with his right.
“Yeah! Yeah! Rod! Holy Fuck! Look at you cum! Jesus Christ! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Blow Baby fucking Blow!!” Butch hollered, so proud of himself; bet there was more. My cock had just blown four rope snakes of two-foot long torrent semen blasts over eight feet above us, striking one on the pine beams and ricocheting back to us.
When Butch finally slowly pulled his right hand out of my hole, another stream blew out. I saw we were both covered in my cum. When he finally hitched up on the mattress beside me, I had to roar as his entire head, face, eyes and hair were dripping with my cum like he lost a pie throw contest. I kissed and sucked it off as much as I could as we kissed beyond passionately.
“Rod?”
“Yes, Sir Butch?”
“This has been the greatest night of my entire life! I’m in love with you!” He wept some more as we hugged cheek to sticky cum drenched cheek. “I love you, too, Butch. I have always been in love with you!”
“I think we need a shower… we'd best get those cleaning supplies connected from Olivia –for both of us!” Determined and resolute, he stated.
