All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults and are at least 18 years old at all times.
Author note: The next Chapter will continue the hot 92-year-old Papa and Georgie sex like you can’t ever imagine in my fucked up mind; then it will lead into the first Twink couple welcoming of 18-year-old Josh and Aiden; trying to make this different and super sexy like nothing I have ever written, so again I would love anyone's direction, fantasy desires to incorporate.
I know it is the Holidays, but between all the family Bullshit, I hope you get away for enough private time to bust a quick nut! Please tell me what you want, boys!?! Your Christmas Wish is my stocking command! Big, Hard, Bulging stockings!
Here we go!
Zack replied, “Thanks, Papa Fred. Seeing as our holes are a bit burny sore from Pete and Adam Fucking, Dildoing, and ballroom Fisting us, we have all day to get caught up. Sorry, Pete and Adam, but some things even cum before sex.” We all giggled.
I answered with tears, “This is an unbelievably beautiful moment; Adam, I and Amy will stay right here and not interrupt as you boys, Kate, Fred and George get caught up in two lost decades; take as much time as you need.”
Fred asked, “Did you boys keep the Torres last name?”
Ash replied, “Yes, Papa Fred, I am Asher Torres, and my little bro born six minutes later is Zachary Torres…Papa…Papa…please accept that although we are identical twins, we are madly…we…are….madly …madly …..in love with each other!
We have just spent several days having virgin-busting, incredible boy-on-boy sex with Pete and Adam, and especially each other. We never imagined that young men could give one another such pleasures as we have experienced in just 3 or 4 short days. Pete and Adam, I swear, are sex gods and masters of boy pleasure. We are so open to focusing with any male on just absolute shared uninhibited all male pleasure…although I would love for Amy and Kate to fuck our boy holes silly someday with massive dildos!” Again, we all roared to the point of tears.
Zack continued, “When we were 8 years old, we started to call every Torres phone number published online. Hoping to find anyone who was us. I guess you're not listed. Many filed complaints, and the police showed up at the Wilsons – we were beaten that night!”
Fred answered, “Unfortunately, no! With George and me being senior officers with the rank of Admiral, and me as a full General, we mostly are like ghosts…untraceable. I am sorry, but I trust you boys understand, it would have been impossible, as even at the age of 72, when we retired, when your mom passed, we could not bear the responsibility and risk to your safety to become my ward and your guardian.
I am so sorry, from the bottom of my heart, for any suffering you beautiful boys have endured over the past 18 years. It is my sole wish for the remainder of my life to make it up to you both as much as I, and we all possibly can!”
Ash stated, “Please, Papa; there is nothing to be forgiven; we long for stories of you and of Mom and anything you know of our father; it is what it is, and we must embrace that the past happened for this very reason; we will never hold any grudge or mal feelings. We both have nothing but to love you and show our love as you share all that we have longed for!”
Fred replied, “Boys! My Gosh! Not only are you both Gorgeous, but you are both brilliant and so emotionally mature. I think it is beautiful that you are both in love with each other, and I also think, as I know George does, that it is perfect to be lovers in training by “Peter the Great” here, as we all secretly know him with his massive penis! Damn, that we have never been invited to his thousands of Twink BDSM orgies up there on his 25th floor!”
I was speechless as all giggled at me and Amy and Kate playing footies with me. Embarrassing but fun!
Fred continued, “Have you boys ever been to see your mom’s grave?”
Zack said emphatically and excitedly, “No, Papa, we had no idea where she was buried. The Wilson fuckers told us not a fucking thing about anyone from our lineage, just that mom died giving birth, and that was it…We did not even know her first name until just minutes ago!”
Now George replied, “Fucking bastard animals! I’ll kill them with my bare fucking hands myself, I fucking swear, Fred!”
Zack responded, “Please, George, preserve your hands, they are needed to train me as Chef Zack of the Bistro, but we can chat more on that later. Now, please, more about Mom, especially; we would love to visit her grave today; Dad sounds a little scary though!”
Fred stated, “His full name is Ethan Terra; Of all the special operations forces and trained professional soldiers, he is only now globally second to one: his protégé, Carter O’Connor. Together, no organization, persons or governments in their right fucking mind would dare want to go up against the two of them…have you boys ever heard of the Battle of Thermopylae?”
Zach replied, “Yeah, we actually did learn a few things in the Cult and Academy; The Leonidis dude, a Spartan (Huge un-cock, I am sure!) with 300 Spartans, took on a million Persians and legend says fucking kicked their asses; pretty much fucked them I am sure!” We chuckled.
Fred answered, “Well, think of your father, Ethan, with Carter as Leonidas the Spartans; any other else and us, the poor about to die Persians. No one in their right fucking mind in any country or organization wants to piss off these two. I have thousands of true stories to share later.”
Ash asked, “Does Ethan even know of our existence?”
“Well, your mother, Elena, my beautiful only daughter, was sure he did not. When she confided and described to me who the man was who impregnated her, I knew there was nothing he did not know.
We were at your mom's burial here in Toronto, Prospect Hill – Mount Pleasant. Although she was not a ranking officer, I arranged it based on her contribution overseas as head chef in a combat zone, to be buried after cremation alongside the other military ranks, with the posthumous designation of Sgt. Elena Torres. As the padre was mumbling the last rites, I caught a scope glint; Georgie saw it as well (George nods positive).
I knew it was LTC. Terra. I looked toward the tree line over a kilometre away and nodded, giving him my blessing. Kate was here between Georgie and me, holding you two beautiful boys, just a few weeks old, so small you were. Seconds later, the glint signalled Morse code; it said,
“General Torres, I am so deeply sorry for the loss of Elena. Yes, I loved her. I trust you will make reasonable arrangements that we can all cope with for the Boys. I will connect when it is safe to do so. In solemn condolence, yours, LTC Terra.” We were all speechless.
Ash asked, “Papa Fred…What the Fuck does that mean?”
He answered, “You boys must understand, put yourself in your mercenary father’s shoes. He was still doing black ops missions and contracts; he will be in contact when he knows the time is right?”
Zack continued, “But Papa, although we want for days and weeks and months to get caught up, can you not seek him out for us?”
Papa Fred replied, “I love you, Zack, my dear grandchild, you are so beautiful and brilliant…but are you out of your fucking mind! He does not exist! He is more than a ghost. When the Irish mob kidnapped his lover, Carter, the rescue scene was worse than the Battle of Passchendaele; body parts and blood filled the St. Lawrence on the docks of Montreal! The Coroner was puking for fuck sake!”
“Tell us more, Papa Fred; then perhaps after supper we can go visit Mom,” Zack spoke. Fred and George nodded affirmatively.
Hours passed by, and the boys held on to every word like it was the most precious diamonds and gold. It made me appreciate my blood parents even more, knowing where one comes from, and one’s heritage and lineage give us the strength to go on and endure with the rest of us poor 9 billion, with Fuck head governments abound!
Later that night, we all went to the gravesite; many tears erupted; I noticed the boys seemed even more secure in their brotherly love, telling their buried Mom all about themselves and the world around them, babbling to a lovely black granite stone. They were proud of both their parents, no matter what they were or what they had done. They left two bouquets of pink peonies and tulips, which are symbolic of their love and admiration for their mother.
In a day, we had the thumbprint elevator and stairwell locks engaged with access to 25 for us and us only. Ash and Zack had their Douche hoses but spent little time in their unit other than changing clothes, washing, odd food and electronics, and fun communication with the other four boys; but all kept clean, and no sex was talked or divulged. All of us were naked always on 25, once off the private elevator or stairwell.
Access to the 25th floor for anyone else had to be welcomed and escorted by the entire group. Weeks and a few months passed. We settled into a routine; each day, meeting Papa Fred and Georgie (as Lover Fred called him). A daily early two-hour breakfast was like grade one story time. The boys absolutely loved it; secretly, so did I, Adam, Kate, and Amy. They (Fred and Georgie) themselves were some bad ass military boys in their youth.
Ash and Zack also shared some of the little good growing up and some of the horrors as well. The greatest thing was their love for their friends, Josh, Aiden, Caleb, and Ethan. They were counting the seconds to rescue them and have them at age 18 pledge their minds, bodies and souls to The Gay Boys BDSM Sex Club up here on the 25th floor.
Later in the morning, Ash and Adam helped Amy with all the IT programs; Zack and I established a special bond during this time, teaching each other naked tantra and discussing the onboarding design and program for the four soon-to-be 18-year-olds (Josh, Aiden, Caleb and Ethan) to join us.
In the early afternoons, we retreated to the playroom for five hours, where Adam, I, Ash and Zack would engage in off-the-charts BDSM Gay boy sex to blow all my previous decades of Twink orgies out of the water.
They learned and could execute any act we trained them to do, just like their father. In months, they had taken every single fucking massive, biggest version dildo base and balls deep; Seahorse, Horny Rhino, Minotaur, Centaur, Ogre, Atlas, Sea Monster, Horse Dildo, Dana’s Grip, Handy man, Clip clop, Goliath etc. also, the Bad dragons including Crackers, Chance, Anubis, Khan, Hilt, Abyss, and all the Canadian made Topped Toys and square pegs; often adorned with every cock cage and cum tube with multi-sound penetrations. Oh, the boy-cum and semen we all exploded, bred and ate was un-fucking real!
Experts in flogging, whipping, caning, bondage, blindfolding and most importantly, they are both fantastic anal fisters, getting Adam and me to take all four of their thin Twink arms and hands shoulder deep! Holy shit! The boy-cum that we exploded was enough to fill the Olympic swimming pool!
At supper, Zack joined Georgie in the Kitchen, often with a hidden cock cage and a Cetos anal plug dildo or a Bad-Dragon or Hankey toy with a vibrator deep up his asshole. Georgie and Papa Fred loved watching the semen drip through his underwear and down his svelte, sexy twink tanned legs.
He would be released from the Bistro at 9 PM after four hours of training. We would all be waiting naked for his arrival. Our BDSM and ritual-like sex with fantastic music, sound-reactive lights, and candle torches had all of us exploding cum torrents and semen snakes like Catapults with cups erupting daily from even us old big cock daddies. Lots of water, boys!
It was now September 2025, and Fred’s 92nd birthday was approaching. One evening, about 11:30 PM, Zack and Ash, after an incredible session with us, sat at the bar. I could tell something new was on their mind, and not the friends' soon onboarding, as those secret plans were solidified and hidden from the Twinks to be all falling into place splendidly. You will love the plans and results, we promise!
“Daddy & Adam-Daddy, Ash, and I have a request for a one-time special guest visit next week?” Spoke Zack.
I answered, “Ok, let's hear it?”
Ash began, “It is Papa Fred’s 92nd birthday cumming up on Friday. We want to invite him and Georgie up and perform for them for maybe three or four hours or….”
I answered, “Or until they go into cardiac arrest!?!” We laughed, and Zack continued.
“Well, let's hope not, but both you and Adam are CPR certified. I mean, they are both in excellent health and incredible fitness, and they know, and we have shared all we do together up here; believe it or not, they do the same right below us at the same time, nearly to the same brutal degree.
But let's face it! They will not live forever, and neither will we. What greater gift can we give him after all he has done so much for us boys? We thought letting him, and Georgie do to each other whatever they want, while they watch Ash and me, suck, fuck, fist, take all the most enormous dildos, get cock caged and machine fucked and multi-hand and arm ballroom fisted in the slings, popping our 5" rosebuds….so…like…well?”
I answered, “No! Yes, they are welcome up here, but it is no different from what we discussed before about the soon-to-be Twink friends admitted to the Gay Boys BDSM Sex Club. You and we can’t perform for them and not allow them to join in with you boys, and us; It's fucking Torture!”
Zack, almost shitting his pants (although virtually no shit ever in any of us with continuous cleansing), responds,
“Like you think it is OK for us to…to suck, fuck, fist, dildo play, and machine fuck with them until we see what gramps can still blow out their dicks? Fuck you, better order that Defibrillator first!”
Ash giggled and stated, “You know I am wild; it has been a fantasy of mine to play with them. It is all or nothing, I think, Zack. We hold nothing back and let them have the time of their life; do or do not do whatever they are comfortable with, but we offer them everything possible on the menu until they have had enough.”
Zach responded very seriously, “Ok! I am game, but we treat and respect them no matter how they look or act under all those clothes… we will hopefully make it to 90 as well someday; make sure they have used lots of mouthwash…I am not sure if they have dentures…wow! Imagine, without teeth, just what we could get into our mouths and throats!” We were on the floor, but it was settled.
Friday (Papa Fred’s Birthday) rolled around; we were all very excited. I have had so much sex with Twinks and young men; some my age and some a little older, but never with 92-year-olds! Yes, I did get the defibrillators x2!
Zack said he would invite them up at 9 PM after the Bistro closed and nightly training was over; he had mentioned to them the prior night to please be clean, showered, and groomed as if they were going out on the town or on a first date with a hot 18-year-old Twink!
At 9:14 PM, the door opened, and Fred and Georgie walked in with Zack as an escort (Pun). We all still had our clothes on but had douched and had everything ready in the Playroom. We had a few drinks and suggested a playroom tour to see what they had in common in terms of toys and equipment. Of course, nothing near what we had. They had a few of the massive dildos and cock cages, a sling and a spanking horse; a few other impressive BDSM items, so definitely they were seasoned veterans in more ways than one.
Even at 92, they are actually quite nice-looking. The boys had never been to their apartment below. Come to think of it, no one else has ever been in their place except maintenance…and they are sworn to secrecy out of respect for the residence.
As we walked and toured quietly, Ash and Zack disappeared behind them while we (Adam and I) distracted them in discussions. I was impressed. Their trousers were hard cock-tented as big as ours, and their wet spots were almost bigger than Zack’s on day one in the laundry room.
Suddenly, as we smiled, Ash and Zack were completely naked with massive, raging, hard, perfect, uncut cocks that I had not seen in weeks, this big. The cum weaves like a fisherman's net.
Fred saw them naked, gasping, looking down, and said, “Ash! Zack! What on earth are you two doing naked! Are you crazy! Exposing yourself to horny old men like us? I am your grandfather! God, your penises are so beautiful! Oh, to be 18 again!”
Zack replied, “Come, Papa Fred, we are your birthday present. Cum open us, Papa, please touch our big, hard, wet, dripping penises, both you and Georgie! We love you both; we will be 92, lord willing, someday too. We are all just gay men here, so for just tonight, forget all the rules and let go and let us give you both the greatest pleasure you have ever had!”
It was as tense as a church mouse going to confession! Fred and Georgie gasped some more but could not take their eyes off Ash and Zack's lovely uncut 8” running like severed arteries cum dripping cocks!
Finally, Fred said, “Oh Fuck it! Come on, Georgie, who cares if they get our estates like this! If we are going to go, this is the way to fucking do it!” I nodded in approval, and Adam and I stripped in seconds.
Wow! For a 92-year-old, sure, some wrinkles and loose skin, but that same lovely tan and skin tone as both Twin Twinks had. Lo and behold, Fred’s uncut dick was a near clone of the boys. Hard as a fucking Iron beam with a nice brown with little grey trimmed bush, not many wrinkles at all and cum dripping heavier than my 18-year-old Twinks!
Lightly defined six packs with some loose skin; seriously, I was fucking hot at their appearance. Taking in the relationship, I came almost hands-free as Ash and Zack dropped to their knees and sucked their cocks’ balls deep in one fell, loving swoop, eating the cute brown, grey bush as wildly as they had sucked our cocks.
Fred and Georgie grabbed the backs of their heads and started to face fuck them sincerely! Their 92-year-old moans and groans, so close to Ash and Zack's, with just a bit of sweet, sexy raspiness! This was super cool and hot!
Adam whispered, “I think monthly we have seniors’ day up here; I am so fucking turned on, lover!”
I answered, “Me too! Let's go rim out some daddies older than us as our boys eat those lovely, hard, exploding ancient cocks! Let's see what these geezers can do!”
Author note: The next Chapter will continue the hot 92-year-old Papa and Georgie sex like you can’t ever imagine in my fucked up mind; then it will lead into the first Twink couple welcoming of Josh and Aiden, trying to make this different and super sexy like nothing I have ever written, so again I would love anyone's direction.
I know it is the Holidays, but between all the family Bullshit, I hope you get away for enough private time to bust a quick nut! Please tell me what you want, boys!?! Please tell me what you want, boys!?! Your Christmas Wish is my stocking command! Big, Hard, Bulging stockings!
