All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults, at least 18 years old at all times. Based on altered, exaggerated, and embellished recent true events. Ha!
Never in all my days at my age did I dream I would meet an incredible, off-the-charts-hot Twink lover at the doctor's office. It was all very surreal, almost strange--spell-like; dream cum true.
After getting married at age 21 and having a few kids with my ex, I came out; we divorced. For three decades now, I have gotten into the extreme gay BDSM with huge everything and multiple fists. I am six feet four inches tall, a lean, ripped 170lbs, with long sandy brown-blonde hair and bright blue eyes; many say I am handsome and hot for a dude well into his fifties with an unforgettable smile.
I play at local leather clubs and bathhouses weekly; I practice and anal work out my hole by myself at my condo BDSM mini dungeon, flourishing with a sling, spanking bench, fuck machines and all the toys to get my holes bigger and deeper. You know me already, just like you all; I want my ass to swallow a fire hydrant, and blow boy-cum like a firehose!
A few months back, I was headed for the annual doctor’s physical check-up at the start of the New Year, at my usual Church St. clinic in Toronto. I had already had the standing order bloodwork and urine tests, all of which came back on the local app as perfect, within the middle of the normal range, but I wanted to review them again just before my doctor's appointment; perhaps save them to my main drive for health tracking, etc. Yes, I am a health fanatic, save for the odd wine or Cognac.
I'm very knowledgeable about IT security, and I missed a scam website. Somehow it appeared fine. I logged in, entered my personal health ID and info, and then it asked me to click a link to proceed…What the Fuck!!! Oh Fuck!! No Fucking Way!!
My McAfee security went off like a fucking 9-alarm fire!! I quickly quarantined it all until I was sure there was no real breach or infection; then I headed to my appointment while my systems finished scanning and scrubbing all the bad shit using my premium protection cleaning apps.
Once at Dr. Mona’s church street clinic in downtown Toronto’s gay village, not far from my condo, I was informed that she had to step out for an urgent patient but would be back in an hour. I called the 1-800 Blood Lab customer service line to request a fresh link and a password reset for my lab account on the correct site. Not surprisingly, it said “much higher call volumes and wait times during those hours” … yeah, no fuck! I repeated this out loud in a sarcastic, whiny foreign voice, bobbling my head like an Eastern couple having a marital fight. They got hacked big time!
I was in the waiting room with just one other person—a super hot boy, really a young man close to very late teens, maybe even twenty-something, I thought, or maybe even older –hard to tell these days. As I blithered and made fun of the automated operator on the lab call line, he giggled hilariously, beaming with an incredible look. Most folks in these parts, and all in the LGBTQ2FS+ Community, like him, were certain as well.
I began, “Sorry that you heard all my sarcasm, I fucked up and ended up with a malware viral incursion attempt on my main drive at home.”
“Oh Fuck! It is so easy for that to happen; very hard these days to not make a mistake; almost impossible to know which is the right and wrong thing.” He moved right up to a seat diagonally across the corner to corner of the comfy leather tub chairs, within a few feet, so we could talk and whisper closer.
He wore a black hoodie sweatshirt, had beautiful, long, thick, curly, bushy black hair flowing through it out the front like Medusa's serpents and floral vines, and had such incredible, gorgeous aqua-blue-green eyes. His bushy black curls scrunched and bunched over his left eye; a barbell piercing in his right eyebrow, a right nostril stud, two barbell piercings in his lower lip, and a barbell piercing in his tongue. Add in the braces on his teeth, and there was a lot of metal in this kid's head. No MRI for him, that was for sure!
He was so pretty and beautiful, though, reminded me of the 18-year-old actor Ezra Miller, crossed with 18+ Pinterest models Charlie A. and Julian L., but with long bushy curls like a Greek god combined with porn stars like Darius Straube or of any similar appearance …. very hot with mixed Asian and European features; God that huge black flowing long curly hair and deep aqua green eyes; add in the metal accents and I am dripping and swelling; my dick is party tenting and drenched self solo ejaculating.
He began to comment admiringly on my numerous gay erotic and zodiac tattoos, along with some martial arts ones as well; I had removed my coat and usually wore short sleeves. Then he went apeshit crazy when he saw my Jiu-Jitsu red, black (Coral 7th degree) belt tat on my upper right arm.
“Oh, my God! Sir, are you a Master?” He asked so excitedly with rising inflection, his pretty eyes like dinner plates and fireworks!
I answered, “Well, over a very long time; it is like riding a bike, so yes, I am a Red-Black advanced coral 7th degree senior master.”
“My name is Wyatt. It is a great honour to meet you, Master….?” He asked with the widest metal-mouth smile and beaming green eyes, having removed his hoodie, his incredible thick black curls exploding in front of my eyes like a black gold ejaculation expanding out to well over a foot wide, causing my dick to squirt a good load; he continued exposing his lightly defined arms with his white muscle shirt below; it was as if to expose and welcome his soul, unzipping like a striptease, revealing a few hidden queer tiny tats as well, and the few small burns and cuts. He was a self-harmer at one point, so I surmised. Black-and-white Queer nail polish symbols intermixed with yin-yang; fuck, he is beautiful, goth-gorgeous! Nearly six feet tall. Nice white teeth with the braces, and I doubt not more than 140Lbs; thin and wiry-like muscle fibres.
I answered, “Kyle, my name is Kyle Anderson.
He stated, “Tanaka…. Wyatt Tanaka.”
“Ah, a Japanese young man,” I answered.
“Young man? Oh yeah, soon, yes, in three days on Saturday, January 11th, I will be 19 years old. I keep forgetting I am a young adult. My Father is…ah… well…was Japanese. He passed away in a work-related accident when I was five years old.
My French-Canadian Mom and I have been living off, or rather were, the huge insurance policy for 1 1/2 decades …Sorry, I am pouring out my life here (He giggled with such a sweet smile) …normally I am very shy, quiet and conservatively reserved, but for some reason feel relaxed and familiar with you, Master Kyle.
I will be glad to be done with high school at JCI in a few months. I started JK school a year late because of Dad’s death; always the oldest in each class year, but too stupid to skip a grade (He giggled with the metal mouth smile so cute!). I'm here for my first blood test after getting on PREP 3 months ago, and my adult annual young man physical, with Dr. Mona.”
He spoke, giggling, licking his lovely pink, full, wet, pierced, perfect lips, gliding over his metal adornments. He is so fucking beautiful! Hot does not even come close to depicting him. Very light Goth makeup, I thought, combined with his lovely, clean, creamy-white, hairless skin, metal braces, and very nice, lean body, had me just so mesmerized.
I stared at his face, peering deep into his exposed soul; those aqua eyes and Asian features --perfect. He swallowed hard and stirred, almost crotch adjusting himself. Pressing and squeezing his junk, I wondered if he had just had a little cum squirt?”
“Are you active in a current Dojo, Master Kyle?” Wyatt asked so excitedly with that metal wide smile.
“Unfortunately, at this time in my life, I am not; I recently semi-retired or am trying to anyway after achieving my coral belt. Recently, I used to compete… but… ah… well… there was an incident during one of my matches a while back. My Opponent nearly died on the sparring mat. He had an undiagnosed cardiac defect. It still upsets me; essentially, I resuscitated him with CPR and the AED. I saved his life; he is well now, and we are good friends.
I have also lost siblings and parents quite young; I am all that is left. Decades ago, I was even married with kids. My boys and girls are all grown up now…some are even thinking of flipping genders or being bi or gay themselves.
I support and love them, whatever they decide; all that matters in life is one’s happiness, health, safety and pleasure; that is all that matters, Wyatt, especially the pleasure. I also decided after divorcing at age 21 to swing both ways; once an adult, why not indulge in all life’s pleasures before we end, don’t you think?” I spoke.
Wyatt licked his lips, slowly staring right into my eyes, taking his tongue as if to savour something, sliding it over his braces and pierced barbells, clicking and milking his dripping tongue stud over it all. I am a total puddle over his amazing beauty; he knew exactly what I meant; he repeatedly clocked my bulging crotch and wet spot. He was well on his way as well, seeing his wet tent. I thought days away from 19, how has he not been snatched up by a lover? I will never know.
Wyatt continued, “Since you have your coral belt, it is required to serve for 30+ years; you would have to be in your late forties or fifties, even. You're so incredibly handsome, strong, tall, ripped and lean with lovely, sandy, gorgeous, long blond hair; you can only be in your thirties, I swear, Master; you have adult kids…bullshit, you fucking lie!!” He chuckled sweetly.
“You are too sweet, adorable and kind, Wyatt. (I smiled in gracious flattery, nodding my head) I am, in fact, 52 years old. Like you and your mom, over the decades, I invested Insurance proceeds from my parents' and siblings' passing, as I was the sole survivor, so to speak. I live very comfortably off the dividends and interest; I keep my body perfected and what goes into it like a pleasure temple.”
“Wow!! Holy Fuck Master Kyle, you look fantastic and in wonderful shape. I have always fantasized about being a ninja. (He giggled adorably) I love the N&B anime manga series. I always wanted to train and study… but Mom… well, she has drunk, shot up and snorted drugs, and fucked nearly all the life insurance money away. She does not even know whether I am there or not; she even misses my birthdays. Every night, a different crack head asshole abuser in her bed. I want out of her life so badly. I do fear the streets and homeless risks. I have no job, and my school marks are good, but not genius, and no money for College or Uni….” He froze sullenly, his mouth open, waiting to receive anything of an offer.
“I love the Manga series. It is fun; it seems we both have had a life of tragic pain, just mine a little longer; both so like the struggle in the N&B series. I made wise choices with money and worked through the pain of loss; you are young, you will too. I am sorry your mom has not taken care of you or the finances,” I softly stated, absorbing his painful heartache and sadness.
“I love watching late at night in bed, the other Parody toons also…very stimulating; Master Kyle, can we exchange cell numbers and connect this weekend for my 19th birthday to chat more about life and Martial Arts? I'd like you to take me on as a prodigy and train me. Dr. Mona will confirm I am in peak physical shape with no ailments or conditions; I am looking forward to my prostate check,” he said so suggestively with an air of shy femboy innocence. We tapped our phones together and exchanged our names and contacts. I noted that he did not say what to train him in…? My cock was beyond hard and lubing like an out-of-control grease gun by this point.
We knuckle-punched as my name was called first; Neither of us let go. It was as if we both were fantasizing about fisting. Wyatt was beaming, and so was I… not sure what to think or if I knew what I was doing…Of course, I never knew what I was doing.
I waited for Dr. Mona in the treatment room; my mind was spinning. She came, did all the tests, declared me healthy as a horse, and said to see you next year, unless something cums up. She confirmed that the blood lab results website is frequently hacked.
Glad she skipped the prostate anal rectal exam because she did several triple-takes about my tented pants and my huge cum spot leaking through. Sure, her fingers up my ass would have had buckets of cum all over the table. I wondered how Wyatt would fare; he was begging for it. Near 19 …Fun, fun, fun!
Wyatt was in the next room with the door open; we smiled, rubbed his crotch and waved as I walked out. Later that night, we connected and chatted on the Fandom website for the N&B Manga series. We chatted online for hours all about the anime toon. Then he hinted at others he was watching, hinting how his prostate exam went awesome and how Dr. Mona said, “no worries about the huge erection and ejaculation all dripping down the table and wall.” Think we both knew what was happening.
Three days seemed like an eternity; I had no idea what he was looking for or willing to do. I wanted him so bad for his 19th birthday gift. Too bad his mom has slipped down the drug slut path. Wyatt seemed clean and very sober. It is wise to wait before planning our weekend hookup.
Each night until Friday, we did the same: watch the N&B Manga toons and then flip to the parody sights and joke about that. At 12:01 AM on Saturday, the 11th, while still chatting online, I sent him a 19-year-old birthday wish gay porno e-card for a young man. The reply was quick, but not entirely unexpected; still, I was excited beyond belief!
Wyatt texted, “Thanks, Master Kyle, cum pick up your 19-year-old Twink Puppy Ninja Boy, right fucking now! Here is the map link to my house- see you in 30 minutes!
I replied, “On my way in my black Lexus SUV, my young 19-year-old Twink Puppy Ninja Boy!”
I had already showered and douched earlier and flavoured lubed my hole with the expectation of these exact events. I brought up the map link. Wyatt’s house was not far, just past Bloor at the lower start of Rosedale. It was a very nice neighbourhood with big old houses in various styles. I pulled up a bit early, but lo and behold, there he was with his big black knapsack, black leather jacket, white T-shirt, black hoodie sweatshirt, very tight white jeggings, and black work boots. He looked like a giant Yin-Yang symbol. I wanted to eat him so bad. He ran to my SUV when I was barely even stopped and in park. He flew in and slid across the seat. Immediately, he grabbed my head and damn near sucked my face clean off, wildly pushing his hot, studded tongue as he moaned and groaned, spewing our saliva wildly about our twisting mouths, tongues and lips. My cock was like iron and squirting just from our dancing, wet, twirling tongues. I loved the feel of his bells and braces; it almost felt dangerous. My searing hot, hard cock twitched and lubed a few squirts.
I pulled off to barely get out, “Happy Birthday Wyatt…are you hungry? Want a drink and a bite to eat first?”
“Oh, Fuck yes, please, Kyle! I'm fucking starving. I have not eaten for four days, trying to ensure I was all cleaned out for you. I showered and hosed out my hole and freshened super good, Master Kyle.” He giggled and snickered. It was clear he would be bottoming for me soon. Rimming him and sucking out his hole would be a weekend-long joy and rapture!
I replied, “Ok, well, let's head to the infamous Black Eagle Birthday Boy, where you can tell me exactly what present you want from me.” We both laughed; he buckled his seat belt and beamed with excitement as we headed for The Eagle. It is a famous leather and BDSM Gay bar in the village; great food and often open sex in dark corners; wonderful regular theme events, so any hot chatter and body actions would not turn heads. I knew that Wyatt was going to have the place go dead silent when we walked in. Many knew me there. Never have I arrived with a guest who looks like this!
I asked, “So what is in the knapsack, Wyatt?”
He giggled bashfully, “Well, my Puppy Ninja outfit, of course!” Fuck his smile with those braces!
I answered, “Fuck me! I can hardly wait!” In no time, we were parked at the nearby lot across the way and headed into The Eagle. As expected, as soon as I walked in with Wyatt holding my hand, his hoodie pulled back, the place damn near came to a standstill. In pin-drop silence, I heard mumbling, moans, and sighs with oh fucks and holy shits at his magnificent face, eyes, body and hair exploding as he removed his hoodie like a Luke Skywalker Jedi surprise! Cock all about swelling and dripping.
We were seated in a nice, darkish corner. Wyatt was right close to me and immediately started to rub my inner thighs, teasing my tented cock crotch, squeezing for all to see and dream, swirling his smallish, long fingers on my wet spot glans beneath. We ordered chicken wraps and salad with sparkling water. We both wanted to be sober and well hydrated for the night's adventure. I was dreaming about what it would entail for him to wear his Puppy Ninja outfit.
“Wyatt, Birthday Boy Young Man, what exactly would you like tonight from Master Kyle?”
“Master Kyle, (He sighed and puffed out his pretty cheeks) I have not had many friends or sleepovers at all with my fucked-up daddy loss and un-motherly home life. I feel like a total loser, loner, older than all the other kids every year. Most people in high school think I am weird or strange for my obsession with manga, ninja anime, and parodies; they all say I need to grow up. Assholes!
I lost my childhood and have had no man ever to talk to. In the 14 years since Dad died, you were the only one who talked to me like they cared. I am so drawn to you like the daddy I never had. As I said, I started school a year later than most because of Dad’s death and Mom being overly protective. I have no siblings, no close family, and no relatives who are alive or who cared when they were.
I am a virgin, Master Kyle; I have never been touched by another person ever, except hugs from Mom. Last year, after turning 18, I sexually experimented with household produce and hardware things we poor twink-boys use in desperation. There is no spare money for a sex shop or online toys for adult boys. I love doing the grocery shopping, but I never have money for the best proper toys. Just a few cheap, recent things to wear in my fantasy costume that define my soul, and fantasizing about a young anime ninja character.
Once back at your place, I want to put on my ninja puppy outfit; then I want you to fuck the living hell out of me all night long through the entire weekend, no matter how much pain and screaming I plead for, never stop!
I would love some spanking and flogging, forced cock sucking, feeding me every drop of your hot, creamy, white man cum down my throat and up my boy-hole; force feed me mine as well. I hope to have big toys and get into training my boy-hole with them and your powerful big master fists.
I fantasize about it all, rough and almost forced like ravaging, tied up or handcuffed. I can feel your heat and dripping wet cock so big and hard in your pants; I am sure your cock is massive compared to mine. I can hardly wait for it to be balls deep and breeding me repeatedly. My penis is a bit average; I feel yours is fucking ginormous, isn’t it, Master Kyle?”
He gasped and shuddered at his own admission. I squeezed his crotch as he giggled and blew a nice, hard, little whimpering load in his underwear as I felt the heat and wetness start to bleed through his white jeggings as he clenched his teeth in his little orgasm as we rubbed each other off in the corner.
I stated, “Wyatt, over these decades, I have trained to become the master of all you have longed for. You will be subjected to massive dildos and butt plugs, metal and silicone cock rings, deep and thick urethral sounds, chastity cock cages with tubes up your dick into your prostate and bladder. Powerful fuck machines, BDSM-everything and of course, in time, the ultimate rapture for young men and old ones too, multi-arm deep and wide anal fisting, blowing geyser-like boy-cum the likes of firehoses, you can’t possibly imagine the pleasure!
I take three fists and arms past the elbow, nearly to the armpits. It is the most heavenly, rapturous, blissful orgasm and climax you can ever experience. There will be no turning back once you enter my mini sex dungeon condo. I am not into threesomes, foursomes, or small groups. But weekly I enjoy the very large anonymous BDSM group sucking fucking, and fisting orgies at the bath houses and BDSM Leather sex spas with dozens or hundreds of anonymous Twinks and young men, or a few older.
You must pledge yourself to me, and I will pledge myself to you. Just the two of us together in safety and privacy with no one else joining. We will do nothing but bring each other joy and pleasure with no embarrassment about spit, cum, piss, shit, sweat and hopefully not, but possibly a little blood with great pressure and pain that will take us to new realms of orgasm that will scream your braces off, I fucking swear!”
He gasped, panted and melted as I felt his dick twitch and thud blow again in his confined, virginal white spandex denim entrapments as he answered breathless with such sweet puppy dog eyes and a gaping metal mouth.
“Oh, Fuck Yes!! Master Kyle, please, Sir, I want it all!! I pledge myself and my body to you for our pleasure. I have longed for all those massive beasts I could never afford. I pray you have dozens and dozens of them. I would love in Chastity the powerful fuck machines as well for days of anal destruction and ravaging.
A great jerkoff fantasy has always been to get cock caged-negative inverted with the tube up my dick and then fuck machined with toy after toy and fist after fist for hours, even days without stop. I am a total anal slut boy. I want my boy-hole to experience everything, no matter how painful. Give me the greatest orgasm and ejaculation possible, I beg!”
By this time, we were both soaking wet with huge, tented cocks having hands-free cum in our jeans and jeggings at all this hot, cheesy, over-horny drama stage setting cheap porno like chatter. Our food and drinks came; we ate so fast it was like a contest or some fucking thing. We tanked lots of water, paid and ran to my SUV with titanium erections and cum spots as if we had pissed ourselves. My acquaintances at The Eagle were all hooting as I left like Batman with Robin in Tow, with pre-cum webs leaking all around us. I am sure they had to mop the floor and booth once we were out!
During the ride to my condo, Wyatt said out to the blue, “My dick is not big, Master. Erect, I am about 7”, but I like my thickness; same with my balls, but I wish they were bigger and hung lower.” He was nervous and worried about penis size and testicle aesthetics.
I replied, “Wyatt, I would not care if your cock were two inches or twelve. You are a beautiful-faced young man with incredible eyes, a tall, lean, perfect body, and fabulous hair. Remember that apart from the huge toys, your arms or even feet and legs can be used for boy-on-boy anal pleasure.
By the time you are done with high school in a few months, you will have a beautiful rosebud with a safe amount of prolapse. Rest assured, you will learn that a man's primary sexual organ is the anus, rectum, prostate and seminal vesicle. Big cock, little cock, average cock, little nuts, big nuts, massive nuts…it is all beautiful, high, low, sideways fuck-ways; I love them all. It is the face and body, and most importantly, the inside person you are down deep. You are a wonderful young man, Wyatt. I will love you and make love to you!
It will be the look on your face and those gorgeous aqua green eyes of yours, with your vocal pleasure screams and hollers, that will make me so happy watching you experience your first massive ejaculations and orgasms; just knowing the sensations and feelings deep in your body you are experiencing at my control. That is the goal here. Further, my reward is devouring all your orgasmic fluids; piss, cum, spit, sweat…all of you I will eat!”
Wyatt gulped, smiled, and squeezed my throbbing cock. He unsealed a nearby water bottle and began to gulp more. I knew then he was aware that hydration is the key to cum and piss; the nerves and the entire pelvic floor with muscles and blood vessels need the water to accomplish the massive climax and orgasm with repeat ejaculations that I was sure were booked till Monday.
We got to my building at 1:30 AM. Parked and scooted to the elevators. He held my hand, smiling away with his knapsack; no one was on the elevator. I instructed as follows.
Once in the door of my locked and alarmed unit on the 25th floor, we strip and stay completely nude until we leave, ok?” I spoke.
“Leave? Why would I ever want to leave! This building is gorgeous, and I'm sure your condo is like a sex dungeon palace.” He laughed.
I squeezed his cool, sweaty hand. We were both so excited. I unlocked my door and decoded the alarm. As soon as it was closed, locked, and my lights came on, Wyatt was in awe of all my place and martial arts accolades; so horny, he did not waste time with chatter about that; he placed his sack on the nearby red leather foyer chair. I took our coats to the closet as he continued to strip, placing his clothes on the chair and wall hooks.
I turned around, and there he was, completely naked, with the hardest uncut cock I have seen in many decades. It was perfect, like a fine sex shop dildo, close to seven inches with a glistening string of cum that went all the way to my hardwood floors. He was still nervous and anxious. He is near six feet tall and very lean, skinny with some light-wired definition. He is so beautiful! Fuck that hair and eyes! My God!! Perfect cock, balls and bush!
“Your Turn Master; Let’s see that big cock that is going to breed and break my 19-year-old boy-hole,” he said, cheesy with a serious, almost aggressive twink porno tone.
I walked over, took off my boots and quickly stripped. My cock was so raging that when my underwear pushed down, it flung up, whipping Wyatt with strings of my pre-cum and semen all over his lovely legs, and the dripping rock-hard uncut cock of slightly darker pigment, accounted for by his wonderful ethnic mix, was beautiful.
“Holy Fuck, Kyle! Master! Jesus Christ! I knew and felt it would be big, but holy shit, you must be damn near a foot long and 2.5” thick. Good thing I love the cucumbers, eggplants, butternut squash, mangos, and papayas,” he chuckled.
I responded, “Not quite, Ninja Puppy Boy, I am 10” long and about 7” around in circumference at my base, so maybe 2” thick, or a bit more.”
“Fuck my dick looks like a pencil compared to yours; those balls are like limes. Fuck it is not fair, Master!” He sighed in defeat.
I said, “Wyatt, what did I say about our goals here. And I love your penis and nuts. They are beautiful, perfect, and imagine it all balls deep in my mouth as I get both my arms up your boy-hole, flooding my throat with your young white creamy load. Now get your puppy Ninja outfit on and surprise me; I will set the sling, bring out the spanking bench and toys, and get the x-lube bucket.”
He smiled, nodded, grabbed his knapsack, scooted to the nearby bathroom, and shut the door; a glistening string of pre-cum, like the yellow brick road, all the way trailing his perfection. I hauled out my red leather woven vented sling and stood on the corner of the white leather hassock that matched the white leather sectional below to clip the hooks into the ceiling lag bolts. Then I slid open my sixteen feet of great room accordion closets, revealing shelves and drawers with all the great toys and BDSM implements. Quickly, I threw on my red and black chest harness with the matching collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and the open ass and open crotch leather thong. I turned around and nearly fainted at the hot Twink about to be all mine. We were both dumb founded.
Wyatt had on a red-and-black open hair puppy hood, and the same chest harness, wrist and ankle cuffs, and neck collar as I, along with the same open crotch and ass red and black thong with an added neckerchief and ninja-like red, black satin waist sash across his abs. He was gorgeous. The best part was that he chose the open hair puppy hood to pull through his fantastic, huge, curly back hair, so he looked like a hot, young alien predator… adorable!
He giggled, “Oh My God! We have the same outfit except for my puppy hood! He laughed more and mumbled beneath his covered puppy mouth. His penis is so hard and running like x-lube nipples.
I answered, “Please remove your mouth covering so I can see your pretty lips, braces and oral piercings.”
I thought he was going to cry in reply, very emotional, “I have been so self-conscious of having braces so late in life. I secretly saved up for them for over five years; Mom said no money to pay for them. I feel so accepted, loved and safe with you, Master Kyle; you really like them?”
I responded while pulling on his rock-hard, soaking cock, “Wyatt, it was your eyes, hair and braced teeth and piercings that attracted me so much to you at Dr. Mona’s.”
Wyatt dropped to his knees, grabbed my cock and pumped a huge load of pre-cum onto his pierced tongue and proceeded to lick up and down and all around my shaft. His pierced lips and studded tongue were like magic sensations as he slathered, licked, and sucked. He attempted, almost in hyperventilation gasps, to take my jaw-breaking cock deep in his mouth, at which point I grabbed his tuxedo-like black curly locks and partial hooded puppy head, slowly thrusting my cock deep into his breaking jaw and mouth. He choked and coughed and went back for more, only able to manage about six inches.
Soon, tears and snot poured from his eyes and nose. More gagging followed as I face fucked him with both my hands, pulling on that exploded curly serpent-like hair from his adorable puppyhood. Brilliant of him to know he needed to expose his best feature with the open puppyhood all about his pretty head hair. His submissive, loyal puppy dog with dripping tears, spit, snot, and dedicated eyes was looking up at me the entire time; he tried so hard to deep throat my anaconda cock. Adorable!
I stated, “For your First big cock in your throat, Puppy Ninja Boy, you pleased Master wonderfully. But it is time for me to give you your Birthday anal orgasm present, Wyatt San.”
“Master Daddy, yes, please, sir,” he said, gaspingly breathless and drooling with choking tears.
“Yes, Puppy Ninja Wyatt, can call me Daddy, if that turns you on?” I smiled in reply.
I continued, “Now let's get you up and latched into the red sling here.” It was only then, as Wyatt turned around to get into the sling, that he saw my huge bank of toys open from the wall closets.”
“Oh Fuck! I have surely died and gone to heaven! Is there nothing that you don’t have? I have seen all of this online over the past year; they are all so expensive. Perhaps rename your condo as Fort BDSM Fuck Knox!” He giggled.
I answered, “You are welcome here anytime, Wyatt San, to enjoy all I have to offer; all that I have, consider it as your pleasure vault as well.”
We finished hauling his tiny, thin ass up into the sling. I latched his wrist and ankles onto the bungy hooks, pulled over the leather stool and opened a 4L bucket of X-Lube. Looking at his spread white twink asshole with just a few black wisps, I was sure to notice an already slight anal gape. His pubic hair is thick and slightly coarse, matching his Asian French mix. That really turns me on!!
Wyatt said, “Sorry, Master Daddy, I forgot to trim and shave my bush.”
“Don’t you dare fucking touch it! I love it just how it is right now,” I sternly emphasized. He smiled and nodded. His big aqua blue eyes glistening through his puppyhood slits, that cum and spit-covered mouth with all that metal jewelry shone like an Avenue Montaigne store front window. His lean, white, near hairless body and that perfect, uncut cock and nice balls were all before my lusting 52-year-old eyes. His respiration was rapid in excited anxiety; his mouth and eyes yearning for the commencement. His split wide-open ass and lovely winking boy-hole, begging to be taken.
I leaned forward and, in one fell swoop, took his wonderful, uncut, raging iron cock right down my throat to his pubic mound as I chewed and bit on its base; his semen and cum were light and sweet like light pears. I could smell the fruity lube wafting off his winking anal hole and felt his rapid fibrillating pulse reverberate through his entire wonderful penis and pelvic floor as he shuddered and gasped, moaned and groaned. He was so excited as was I!
Meanwhile, my hands were busy catching all the spit and cum that dripped out of my mouth, coating my hands for the virginal exploration. Wyatt moaned and groaned so loudly with gasps of pleasure and bliss that he had longed for so many years. His voice is so high and whimpering like Scotty Clarke on roids.
He gasped a high puppy squeal, “Eat me, Daddy! Your tongue and throat feel so wonderful!”
As I continued to bite and suck his cock and chew on his thick, perfectly coarse black mound, I was able to pull his balls into my mouth as he continued his eating pleas as he writhed in bliss and ecstasy. Once my fingers were wet enough with my spit and his escaping semen, I inserted two from my right hand into his begging, gaping pucker boy-hole.
A huge moan and sigh escaped his sweet boyish metal mouth, “Yes, Daddy. Please more. Breed me, please break open my hole.” I looked up and deep into his eyes and slid four fingers deep in his hole, almost cresting my large knuckles and hand. Fuck I would be able to fist him tonight, no problem. The sweet semen pouring from his dick was searing and continuous. I pulled off to speak, feeling his opening begging hole expanding like a spring hot tulip bloom.
“Ninja Puppy Boy, my Wyatt San, I think you like your big, hard fruits and vegetables even more than you let on. Your hole, although virgin for a man’s penis, has been well stretched already,” I chuckled.
Giggling and nodding, he confessed, “Mom never goes down to our basement; the veggies and oil have spent hours and days with me to wonderful sensations, and boy-cum blows. Please, Daddy, breed me with your massive cock! I need to feel a man's cock balls deep and squirting.” I laughed at all this cheesy hot porn talk like a scripted skit and anal sex Twink drama. Hilarious!
I stood up and, with one fell swoop, bashed my entire raging thick cock all the way up his puppy hole until my trimmed bush was splitting his tiny little lean white ass cheeks apart. I grabbed his legs in the latched bungee sling straps and began to pound and jackhammer his hole with a stamping press-like speed and power. The slapping pub against twink ass cheeks is so reminiscent of the fucking and fisting orgies at the leather clubs and bathhouse spas.
Wyatt hollered, “Oh Fuck yes, Master Daddy. Your cock is so fucking big. Harder! Faster!” More of the anime cheesy porn scripting was spewing from his metal mouth—adorable! His hole was one of the hottest I had ever felt. It was well straightened, and my cock tip passed through his curves and sigmoid bend with no issues. Of course, he was so happy to have his first real balls deep huge penis; His hot fleshy curves and bends pumping my cock like wet silky velvet was sensational and the best! I was thinking that in a few hours, I might get two fists and arms up his boy-hole. I mean, I needed to inflict some expansion depth pain on him as I had promised for his 19th birthday!
I continued to thrust harder and faster as he whimpered, moaned, and groaned, watching him wrap his legs around my mid-back. He began to pull my body harder, faster and deeper, causing the bungee suspended sling to bounce and sway like an earthquake. I have never fucked anyone so ferociously in my entire life. After a few more minutes, sweat began to drip from both of us. He cried out and screamed and writhed so out of control, wanting a huge virgin-busting, hands-free, anal orgasm.
“Oh Fuck! Daddy! I am going to cum! Oh God! Yes! Fuck! Breed me, please. Give me your Daddy Seed, deep in my hole. I want to feel your cock blast out my throat!” He pleaded with his over-the-top dramatic anime anal boy utterances! I felt my ejaculation building. I was very close; it was going to be fucking huge. I used every martial arts muscle fibre I had and gave him all my fuck power.
I was so close, pounding and plowing like never before. He yelled incredibly; I grabbed his nice marble scalding 7” cock and pointed it to his open, screaming puppy mouth.
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK.” Wyatt cried out. I felt his prostate the size of a large apple swell and pump ounce after ounce of his orgasm as I directed his ejaculation all over his partially hooded face, hair, and swallowing open throat. The sight of his huge, pelting, torrential, squirting, powerful, white gobs of orgasm and climax had me there.
I hollered, “Breeding blow, Ninja Boy Puppy Wyatt! Here cums Daddy deep in your virgin busting hole! (Hey, I can be cheesy, anime lined too, you know!) OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
I grabbed his thin, tight abdominal sides and felt my thrusting penis and vibrating splashes shake and quake his left side as I exploded in one of the best asses fucking ejaculations of my entire life. Wyatt was beyond sex stoned. His face and hooded head, mouth, and throat were cum drenched. I felt more cum about to blow out my cock, so I pulled out of his hole and jacked as hard as I could and blew several more ounces all over his mouth, eyes, hair, chest and belly like a torrential white string can explosion. He was open-mouth eating all I could squirt into him.
I leaned forward and slipped my cock back up his begging asshole; I brought my lips to his semen covered mouth, and we began a wild, feral cum sharing and swallowing kiss as I lapped and sucked it all up about his hood, hair, face, chest and upper belly. We moaned and groaned for several minutes, swallowing our mutual cups of cum, loving his braces and metal mouth studs was magnificent. I sucked and devoured his mouth, nose and all I could see. His masked eyes are dripping and now licked and slurped clean. It was a shit load of boiling cum from both of us!
As I released from his mouth and looked at his lovely eyes and virgin-busted, smiling face, he suddenly got a look of concern.
“Master Daddy. Ninja Puppy Boy has to piss really badly,” said Wyatt.
I asked, “Would Ninja Puppy Boy like to taste his piss?”
“I have never really tried my piss. I do not want to stink up your floors and furniture, but I am curious, horny and intrigued to try some.” He spoke nervously.
I answered, “I want you to piss down my throat and then near the end pull my hair and let me know when you are almost done. Then I will return a mouthful to you so you can swallow some of your lovely Ninja Boy Puppy Piss.”
Wyatt responded, “Oh Fuck! That is so Fucking hot! Yeah, let's do it!”
What I failed to disclose is that I saw cum streams and rivers pouring from his gaping bred puppy hole; enough to use as lube for me to slowly punch fist, my entire hand up his begging hole as a puppy birthday surprise.
His cock was still half hard but relaxed enough for his urethral sphincter to release his boy-piss. In seconds, it splashed and filled my throat. It tasted wonderful, sweet and light, with all that water he drank. My right hand was well coated with my cum. I quickly inserted the duck beak formation as he screamed and whimpered so high and sweet. I pulled out and began to full fist punch his hole as he hollered and cried out with piss and thick hot creamy cum flooding my mouth. I punched harder and faster as his screams and cries went through the fucking roof. This was something he had never felt with his veggie toys. His legs wrapped around my upper back, begging for more.
He screamed, “Oh Fuck Master Daddy! I am going to piss and cum again! Oh Fuck How is this possible! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!”
I had to swallow repeatedly as I was damn near choking with so much volume mix of his boy-piss and more cum…fuck, he makes a lot! Hands down, this was the best oral twink cum-piss drink I had ever received in over 30 years of sucking cock! I barely remembered to keep a mix mouth to return to him.
I pulled off his raging cock and leaned forward to his open panting mouth. He leaned forward, meeting me halfway, wanting it all so bad. Wyatt went wild and sucked my mouth clean dry of his piss and cum as we passionately kissed and sucked face like feral out of control animals.
He begged, “Suck your cum and fisting juice out of my hole and feed it back to my thirsty throat, please Master Daddy!”
Well, for the next several hours, I rimmed and ate Wyatt, aka Ninja Boy Puppy; he writhed and yelled and came some more from my ass eating. Fuck me! We're so perfect together! Lots more to cum this weekend, and we still haven't even started with the toys, fuck machines, sounds and cock cages, let alone multi deep anal fisting! Thank God, at 52, I am in the best shape and health ever to take care of him, my 19-year-old Ninja Puppy Boy, Wyatt Tanaka.
