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We quickly exchanged bins at the end of each row. Finally, at 6:12 PM, we pulled into the equipment bay and stored the remaining inferior apples. He explained that they would be washed, cleaned, and sold for use in sauces, pies, and juice purees, etc.
Catching my reflection in the stainless-steel cooler doors, I stood and gasped again with just my dirty tighty white CK’s with my bulging, tented, soaked erection. The work boots with my sticky, dirty and sweaty feet; Jack stopped dead and just stared in the reflection with me. Both of us, with just boots and undies on, looked like we had been dragged around a cum-piss-sweat-mud track.
“Calendar cover material right here!” Then he brought me out of my trance again with a hard smack to my ass cheeks! Again, I squirted as the semen bled through my disgusting undies.
“You know I cum in my pants every time you spank my ass,” I informed.
Seriously nodding, he answered, “Yes. I know!” I smiled so big as he grabbed my hand and we bounced to the outside showers. For the first time in my life, I was comfortable naked and showering with another young man. Yes, my penis paled in comparison to his, but I realized my stupid fear and anxiety about size and appearance were just that. Stupid!
I was so proud standing six feet tall with my solid over 7” titanium erection with a steady unapologetic semen drips and webs all about us. We came together under the same showerhead, filled our hands with bio-organic soap from the nearby lemon pump, and we began washing each other's bodies from head to toe. We kissed often, deeply and passionately with an erotic minty boy-piss breath.
As we hugged and soaped, I now figured out what all the other hoses and valves were for. Not only was this a six-person galley shower, but one giant anal douching coral where the young men could blast their shit out on the nearby field.
“Cassi, save your cum for later. I know you are very excited again.” Stated Jack.
“Will you help me wash out my hole--I showered at home this morning but just did a fingering to clean.” I requested. He was pleased that I figured out all the shower douche stations. I was excited, and now I'm curious just how many men he hosts here, and what they do and where. Something still not revealed, I sensed, but like he said, all things in good time.
Once we had scrubbed repeatedly and washed our hair and bodies several times with his fantastic high-end organic soaps and conditioners, and moisturized our skin, I grabbed one of the hoses with the tapered end, which was a proper silicone anal douche nozzle. He greased it well with the stuff called X-lube and pushed my ass toward the grassy field.
It felt weird, yet so erotic as my anal canal, rectum and colon filled with the clean, filtered, sanitized water. He went very deep, almost the entire nozzle of 24”, before he pulled out and said, “Push and blast it out, Cassi!” I did so proudly. He repeated several times as I watched the bits of feces stop and the water run clear.
“Excellent young man! Most are apprehensive about their first time cleaning out; you seemed relaxed and pleased,” he said, beaming.
“Well, it is how our bodies work—just nourishment in its final form. If I am to enjoy all a gay man can with anal pleasure and deep penetration as you do, I'd better enjoy cleaning out my hole deeply, and unapologetically, right?” I stated factually.
“You are so fucking hot, Cassi! Bend over so I can lube your ass with some nice mango lube to soak in for rimming, fucking and breeding.” He commanded, and I obliged naturally.
“We are going to eat something soon, right, Jack?” I asked as he was fingering the flavoured lube into my hole.
“Yes, each other’s ass like there is no tomorrow! We will live off cum, piss and ass--right? Yes, silly! Of course, we are going to eat real food. I made organic veggie pizza this morning. We need to heat it in the Applewood-smoked pizza oven on the back porch.” He informed.
“Sounds Scrumptious!” I proclaimed. We both, sparkling and clean, carried our washed-out boots and undies down the flagstone path to the back covered porch and house.
Jack said, “Cassi, I hope you have gathered that we will be living a naturist naked lifestyle here; all the clothes you bought will only be worn when we go to Niagara Falls or other nearby Towns for supplies. Make yourself comfy here on the patio chaise lounge, in all your naked hotness!”
I nodded and smiled. In all my naked hotness—wow; it hit me that it was I who was holding myself back—can’t blame parents and school kids continuously for everything now, can we? I am 18 now—a young man. They were right. I am fucking hot—sorry, so vain, but truth be told! I was dying for muscles and more shredding like Jack, though. The applewood smoke and pizza smell began to bathe the air with a magnificent sensory symphony in the old nasal factories.
“You want a Beer, Wine, Water, or coffee?” Asked Jack.
“I am only 18, Jack!” I answered, chuckling.
“Yes, and you’re not driving; and this is a farm in butt fuck nowhere! I said a drink, not drunk; more than one or two starts to deflate your cock and cum, so?” He huffed.
“This is Niagara so that I would love a local Shiraz and maybe a coffee after thank-you,” I answered.
I walked into the kitchen and saw the upright grand piano again. It was painted white and black to match the house and decor. I knew he knew I would play for him tonight. My thanks and early payment for him to---I was about to say fuck me; there was more there between us already on this first day—I was soon going to be made love to, losing my virginity to a man who put me on a pedestal. I felt loved and deeply cared for. I lifted the lid, struck a few keys, and played some chords—wow—total fucking wreck it is.
“What type of music do you like, Jack?” I asked.
“Oh, well, I dare say I am extremely eclectic all over the place, depending on my mood and circumstances; everything from hard rock and metal to country, jazz, blues, opera, pop, classical…” he answered, throwing up his hands.
I inquired, “So, what would be your romantic style preference?”
“Maybe like Lana Del Rey?” He answered.
I smiled, shook my head affirmatively. He brought over my Shiraz. Her tune, “Summer Wine,” popped into my head as I took a sip of the Shiraz. I began to play. I did not tell him what I did to make it sound perfectly in tune. He leaned against the wall naked beside me as I played naked, staring at his lovely, big, soft cock with a bead of semen. I jazzed it up and mixed it with her other tune, Summertime. (Try it---fucking cool!)
He almost dropped his jaw on the top of the Piano watching and listening. I finished as he ran to the pizza oven…supper was ready. I grabbed my wine and headed to the porch table. He said nothing as we were both famished. The Veggie multi-grain pizza was incredible!
“Cassi, that playing was so beautiful. I’m not sure how you made it sound like it was in perfect tune and pitch. I have not had it tuned or serviced since I bought the place, like almost 9 years ago,” he said.
I answered, “Well, I am the Devil, Jack!” I bugged out my blue eyes. He laughed so hard his wine blew through his nose. We both then completely lost it.
“I modulated both works together into a mixed minor key. Because the piano is so out of tune, it sounded recording studio perfect.” I looked at him. He looked back.
“You can do that just on the fly like that. Do you ever play from sheet music?” He asked.
“Sheet what?” I responded. He sighed.
“Sheet music...you know, published works on paper!” He said, half pissed off.
“Oh no, never! I need to hear it or have a few notes hummed, and it can bang it out.” I stated.
“So like Jerry Lee Lewis, Great Balls of Fire!” He mentioned.
I asked, “Oh, remind me how it goes, please?” He sang a few opening lines.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I know who you mean!!” I announced.
I ran in with my wine, Jack in tow behind me. I recalled images of him (Jerry Lee Lewis) as a bad boy, famous for kicking away the bench and pounding on the keys. Pretty sure this was the tune that made Goose and Maverick famous. This heap (Piano) was in such bad shape that it would likely be the best thing for it, like taking Grandma's tarp-covered Oldsmobile for a wakeup burn rubber spin!
I kicked away the bench and started pounding the keys. Jack fed me the words; in no time flat, we were just a bunch of Top-Gunners in the bad-boy bar! We had a blast for hours as the sun went down. He listed tune after tune after tune from pop to Opera. We did our best Pavarotti Impressions! ( God rest his soul) I think we were on our third glass of wine now, and still naked in peace and harmony.
“You're so beautiful, Cassi, and so incredibly talented, my boy!” He brushed my face, sitting beside me, as we fondled our growing wet hardness. We kissed wildly and passionately.
“I am ready, Jack! Please come make love to me and take my virginity!” I spoke with sexy watery eyes.
“Alright, Cassi. Come up to our beds with me. Let's start in a sixty-nine with you on top and just do my cock like you did today. I will rim and suck your anal hole and then start to finger you deep and wide with slow, gentle love to get ready for my large penis doggie style with your hands and arms stretched behind and your nice big hard cock to the mirror so you can see your beauty.” He suggested. I was instantly hard as Iron and lubing like a severed artery.
“Oh, Fuck Yes, Jack! Sounds perfect!” We both flew up the stairs. We headed for my bed as I was sure we would have to sleep together in his, with mine being soaked, as I expected.
He advised, “Cassi, there are waterproof encasements all around on the mattresses and box supports, so no worries about any piss, cum or shit at any time. The floor is super sealed, so same blast and squirt anywhere you want, as all the other boys have up here?”
“How many boys have you broken in up here, Jack?” I asked.
“Well, been here 9 years and got “The Pig Pen” set up and then advertised playtimes online to young men and Twinks, so maybe…fuck…a thousand; but none of them were so gorgeous as you are, Cassi. Many very hot, but none like you,” He answered.
“The Pig Pen? You don’t have any farm animals or pigs.” I screwed up my face in puzzlement.
He replied, “Later, I will show it all to you! Now get on top of me here and give me your pretty Twink hole and you lick, bite and suck my dick and balls. I loved the pubic-hair-pull-and-chew as well. Then I will make love to you, giving you the greatest ejaculation ever, I promise!”
I answered, “I want you to breed some of your semen and cum deep in my clean virgin tight hole and then also give me your cock to my mouth from my destroyed boy-asshole.”
We got on the bed; he commented on what a beautiful cock I had. I said what a magnificent cock he had. Jack’s bush was nice and thick, not trimmed; I wanted mine trimmed so we could work on that. I think his cock was closer to 11 inches once you get that hair down. We started to suck each other’s cock. I was lubing heavily, as was he. He was dripping with precum, getting very white and thick.
After 10 minutes, I felt Jack start to work my hole. It was time for me to lose my virginity and get my hole broken and bred. He pulled my 7” cock and placed it with my balls on his chin. He grabbed a small pillow from the bed and propped it behind his head. Jack brought his tongue to my hot, clean, 18-year-old hungry virgin hole.
I could not believe the sensation of having his tongue explore so deep into my open, gaping tunnel. I moaned and groaned, I am sure, like any newbie getting rimmed. It is a good thing we are in the country with no one around for miles because now I really started to get vocal as I slathered and slurped up and down Jack’s massive, volcanic penis. I wondered how I could be taught to take this beast balls deep in my throat without ending up in the morgue.
He parted my ass cheeks and stuck his tongue deep in my crack and hole. As he swirled it around, dug and flicked it deeper and wider, I noted how I could feel my boy-hole start to open and ask for more.
Having never been rimmed or fucked, I decided I must give Jack the best time of his life with his nephew after the prior 1000 Twink he has busted. Although we agreed on first names to relax and be familiar, I was still so turned on about the thought that my 32-year-old Greek God Uncle was about to drill and pound my virgin hole balls deep until I plastered the room in my boy-cum. I decided this taking of me would be extra special, as it is his first time doing an incest relation…or is it? I had the fleeting thought of wondering if he and Dad had fucked. God, my dreams are coming to fruition before my very eyes, Holy Fuck!
I moaned, groaned, sighed, and whimpered so much, making me so rock hard, I thought I might cum soon just from his eating my ass and me sucking and slathering on his sweet, huge cock and balls.
OMG! Jack now began with his fingers; not just one but two from each hand. I could feel my penis running a river of hot semen all over his mid-lower chest and belly. His four fingers twirling and rotating wider and deeper had me starting to hold his cock like a pole for support during a brutal cyclone. Repeatedly, I felt those fingers work my prostate and seminal vesicle as I recalled from health and Sex Ed class.
After almost twenty minutes, I was worried his cock might cum in my mouth rather than up my hole. I was loving his penis and flesh again, just like I had in the orchard. I could lick and suck his massive dick all day long. I wish I could get more than six inches in without nearly barfing and choking.
I pleaded, “Jack! Make love to me! Then FUCK ME! BREED MY BOY-HOLE; POUND PLOW and DRILL ME DEEP AS YOU CAN!” Well--is that not what his roadside sign implies?
He pulled me off his cock and rolled me the other direction, so I was now facing the large mounted wall mirror in Doggie position. The large floor-to-ceiling mirror was at least ten feet away. I was certain this was not a challenge. Once I was in position, he put six fingers (three from each) in my ass as I screamed and cried out. I was picturing him soon fisting me as his loose, sloppy hole convinced me he was a seasoned fisting expert and anal penetrative veteran. As I moaned and groaned, the stretch was incredible, but I started to loosen and feel fantastic. Boiling cum rivers flowed.
He withdrew after several minutes; I sensed him greasing his cock. He dumped a few more ounces in my gaping boy-hole. I spread my ass cheeks so wide for him.
“Fuck Cassi! Of all the boys, I have never seen such a magnificent ass and hole like yours. You taste so perfect!” He said as he slapped my cheeks again, quickly, I grabbed the head of my cock with my hand and filled it with my expected cream. Then I brought it to my mouth and made sure he saw and heard me slurp and suck it all down my mouth and throat as I gasped and moaned some more, like the anal boy-slut I am.
My breathing raced, and my heart was like Sea Biscuit coming into the finish line. I felt Jack’s huge penis mushroom head rubbing on my hole. I pressed a bit back, turned around, smiling away, begging for the taking as he grinned, teasing my hungry, starving tunnel. Fuck—what was I thinking this was gonna fucking hurt!
Suddenly, his cock head punched in through my anal ring. He slapped my ass cheeks hard again; I squirted, getting my capturing hand in place in the nick of time, and returning the dessert to my famished sweet mouth, as I whimpered, gasped, and groaned.
Fuck, just having his penile glans in me was so exciting and thrilling, but even it was nearly as wide as all those fingers he had in me. As I turned around, he slowly began his thrusts as I locked eyes with his. My gaze concentrated on the mirror in front of me, so far away. So much gentle love and caring I saw in him. God, he is so much like Zane and Travis, and I now like hot model William.
His huge penis pushed harder and deeper. I was so glad to have first learned about and discovered all the curves, folds, turns, and bends in the anal canal, rectum, colon, and beyond from my fisting of him in the orchard. I was now piecing together the sensation and recalling it all. My cock was so hard, touching my belly; the semen pouring out was nearly on a lava-like fire!
I yelled, “Oh My God! Jack! Your cock is so fucking big, how much further till you're balls deep?”
“Believe it or not, just about 2-3 more inches. You already have over 8” of me in you, you are anxious, hungry boy!” He said, as I slowly started to push back and wince through the great pressure, burn and pain. It was incredibly sharp, expansive pain as he pushed and pushed, wanting his entirety so bad to break me open and in. I prayed that all he promised and the rumours about it opening and disappearing, flipping to joy and rapture, were all true.
I gasped and winced with little tears, and suddenly my head hit the roof as he took my hips and pulled fast and hard, forcing his entire massive over 10” balls deep!
I screamed, “Oh Fuck Jack!” Oh Fuck! That really fucking hurts. Am I bleeding?”
“What did I say, Cassi?” he spoke.
“I trust you, Jack. Forgive me. Please stay still a second.” I was gasping for breath, like coming up from deep-sea diving without a tank.
“What do you think I am doing, lover?” He said, giggling and sarcastically.
He continued, “Now, breathe deep and relax and picture your entire hole opening up and aligning into one straight pleasure inline rail system. Put your arms and hands clenched behind your back; let me grab them with my right hand. With my left, I will grasp your pretty little new haircut.”
He had stayed still the entire time, stating and instructing this. I felt his nice brown bush splitting my sweet white ass cheeks apart like the parting of the Red Sea. He withdrew his penis almost fully and then drilled it in fully to the hilt again. Holy Fuck! No Pain. In fact, my cock just shot a load.
I exclaimed, “Oh Fuck Jack! That just felt incredible!” Well, I could not say another word as suddenly, with all his military and farmer fitness might and speed, he began to totally plow and pound my ass like a stamping press or jackhammer. Now the deep drilling roadside sign came to the fore! My mouth opened, big enough to take a watermelon as I gasped and screamed, this time not in pain, but in the most unbelievable, exquisite pleasure any boy can ever imagine. Oh Fuck! Thanks, God!! It is all true! I started to laugh, finding myself pushing back like the applause at concerts with his pubes, spanking my sweet little Twink ass cheeks.
The sensation and feeling and sounds as his huge penis thrust in and out nearly all the way, and then so quickly bashing balls deep again; fuck my cock, and balls were boiling, and the semen on the bed running to my knees was almost scalding. The rapture and joy of the feelings and sensations in my ass and prostate were magnificent and off the charts. I imagined all the red, wet, silky flesh and all those nerve endings sending these sensations to my brain, prostate, vesicles, balls and cock!
He continued as I pushed back just as fast and hard; now he giggled, knowing how I was solving this; I am becoming a power bottom. I was so fucking proud of myself yet again! Look what I just took, and I am well on my way to my greatest orgasm with a man, my super hot, gorgeous Uncle Jack!
I felt my prostate start to pump as my ass was bashing so hard and fast back to Jack's ripped and shredded loins as his monster cock continued drilling my hole like a pile-driver hitting every single fucking moist, wet bend and red nerve engorged fleshy ridge curve, causing my prostate and vesicle to swell to God knows how big. The prostate pump pounding was shuddering through my entire body like giant drums.
I screamed so much louder and more powerfully than I had earlier in the Orchard. My body bends back, and my cock is bobbing wildly in the mirror some ten feet away. “Oh Fuck! Holy Shit! Jack! My God! What is this! I have never felt this come out of my cock! Oh Fuck! Holy Shit! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
OMG! I was almost scared and in shock watching my penis squirt a power volume and distance that I had never achieved before; remember I had said I have always been a big, powerful Cummer, but nothing even close to this! This made the orchard blow look like a grain of sand. This was now the entire fucking beach of cum that had come home.
Holy Fuck! I really did it! His fucking mirror ten feet away looks like a white blood scene from the movie Carry or of a mob-squad white cum hit… how on earth did I do this? I thought I was a fucking Twink Virgin! Holy Shit! Virgin no more, bred and drilled deep!
I was brought back to earth watching my cock bob and fling even more cum all over the bed, floor and mirror until I realized I still had to take care of the man that just brought me an impossible pleasure greater than anything I have ever done or imagined even remotely possible.
Jack cried out, “Oh Fuck! Cassi, I am going to cum! Fuck! You’re the best, I'm sure! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Holy Shit! Oh Fuck! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
I was smiling and beaming as my body quaked and shook with the pelting hot splashing on my left side like an inside boat Christening! I was bred! Finally, hot Uncle Jack cum deep seeds my hole! I recalled and yelled, “In my mouth and throat, quick, Jack! Quick!” I pleaded.
He dropped my hair, unstretched my neck, and released my arms. I swung around faster than a Lazy-Susan at a mixed drug teen pop-out. I opened in position perfectly as Jack ejaculated another four volleys and torrents of his hot man-cum deep in my mouth and throat. I then sucked and slathered his huge penis that had just brought my anal tunnel and body off the charts in pleasure. I was sure he was going to cum right impaling through me. It was amazing tasting his cock that had been up my hole. It is so sweet and musky, bathed in his man's cum. I pulled him to the bed where we bounced and kissed wildly again, eating all his semen and mine that I had captured from my squirts before it plastered the far mirrors. I was now a man! A virgin no more! My first Fuck! I knew I would never forget this ever!
After twenty minutes, he said, “Your boy-cum is liquifying on the mirror, we'd best lick up what we can; wash the rest tomorrow. We did just that, slurping the mirror and sharing it in our flying together mouths, back and forth we went for an hour, eating all my dripping boy-cum and sharing the hottest face-suck you can imagine with swirling and twirling tongue!
We hugged and stood there. I broke away and said, “Okay, now tell me about all this group stuff you do and this 'Pig Pen' thing, Jack.
He smiled and answered, “Follow me and don’t let go of my hand, it is pitch dark out and only a few lights, the moon and the stars.” I did so, bouncing with him hand in hand, I was so excited.
As suspected, he led me to the large double steel doors and unlocked the peg-bolt bar, sliding it open with a grinding, rusty whine. He hit a light switch, and down we went, almost a dozen or more concrete double-wide stairs with steel railings on either side like a WW2 bunker.
Another light came on, and we were in a white-painted concrete room with pine benches all the way around; clothing hooks like you would see in a grade school hallway for the kids' clothes and crap.
Against the far wall was a big steel black door with pink letters that said (The Pig Pen). He opened it, and some red sexy lights came on as if a submarine was at general quarters. I gasped and groaned. I was dizzy with excitement. There was a leather chair as I started to sway.
“Cassi Quick here, sit down, breathe, boy, breathe!” He commanded and laughed.
“Holy shit, Jack. A picture says a thousand words, doesn’t it?” You guessed it (no surprise from me, eh!) There were multiple black vented slings, several spanking benches, a few leather-padded crosses, and then two large leather King beds. Hooks and bolts are everywhere on the grey painted concrete walls and ceiling.
Shelves and shelves of massive dildos and butt plugs; a few industrial fuck machines and plastic drawers of all sorts of cock cages and BDSM shit that would go on and deep in one’s dick. I was dizzy with excitement! Fresh air fans started to flow from pipes somewhere outside. A faint smell of cum, piss and sweat, but softer, sweeter, and lighter than a boy's change room. A few laundry tubs.
“Jack, when does the next group play party down here or in the house begin, and how do I join?” I said, anxious and panting.
“I was sure you would. We just finished a party on Friday night and a small one last night. I held back, knowing you were cumming today. There are only five sacred rules and criteria to cum to the party:
1) proof of being over 18 years old; 2) willing and able to take a fist and a massive toy; 3) clean and sober; 4) wear a puppy hood and cuffs, collars, harness, jocks before cumming down, and 5) we never speak of what we do in here outside to public ears.” He revealed.
“I must cum, Jack; Can we get me a hood and all else I agree to, please, Jack, please?”
“That is not the issue, Cassi. Sure, you and I are very proud, you just loosened enough to take my large penis balls deep, but these huge toys take time and weeks or months to take a fist or several.” He stated, sad and resolute, because he wanted me there as well.
“How many fists can you take, Jack?”
He smiled and puffed up, “Three-shoulder armpit deep to my transverse colon, called the ballroom. I have a large rosebud, and some minor prolapse?”
I gasped as he bent over and bloomed! Fuck it was the most incredible sight I had ever seen. I touched and tasted it as he giggled and sucked his 5” wide red petal bloom back inside his hot, muscular hole.
“I wondered, judging how I slid arm and elbow deep in you in the orchard. One thing dad always said was that where there is a will, there is a way,” I stated.
Jack giggled, “Yeah, big bro-Rick says that all the time down….aaahhhhh Fuck!”
“Jack?” I said, now he got very worried and head down. He did not answer.
“Dad cums here to play on the weekends a few months a year as well, doesn’t he, Jack. I think you two have fucked. I think that is super cool! Does my Mom Know?”
He puffed out his cheeks and began. “Yes, your father and I have fucked, sucked and fisted each other and hundreds of other men and Twinks down here. Yes, your mother knows; she did not want to leave him, as Sylvia did me. Your mother loves and accepts that some men sometimes need to be with men. It is how we are made and wired in our mental, emotional and entire sexual physiology. They seem to have a great marriage, but few women can share.”
“So do Mom and Dad know I am gay, and do they likely know what I likely will and have been doing here—with you?” I asked.
“Yes. Your Dad and Mom monitor the web traffic and saw that 98% of your surfing was gay porn, especially on that GayDemon site we all love and adore! He giggled.
“I was scared and could not cum out to them. It is a great relief knowing that they know you will be training, fucking and fisting me here with the other young men—just what ages and numbers are there in your Pig Pen Play Parties?” I inquired.
He giggled, “Funny—that is exactly what we call it--well, maybe 10 guys between 18 and 25; another 10 between 25 and 40, and finally maybe 15-20 between 40 and 75.” He confirmed.
I said, “Holy fuck, that is incredible, so many my age and lots older too. I hope that all mix and play equally, regardless of age or appearance.”
“Even with the Puppy and animal hoods, we all know who each other is. We start outside with water, coffee, and a light snack, then move on to showers and douching. Many of the young guys love the age difference, pleasing the older men and vice versa,” he said.
“Look at my cock, Jack!” I demanded. “I am so turned on about it. I have a will, so help me find the way right now, Uncle Jack!”
He sighed, “Ok, it's all about time, stretching, hydration and blood-flow to the tissues that are being stretched and expanded to loosen. I will have to put you or both of us in a cock cage chastity to keep you from getting a constant erection, as your ass needs the blood, not your beautiful, perfect, gorgeous Twink cock.
Secondly, you must have 24/7 stretching so that we can start with a large butt plug tonight; each morning, graduate to the next size. You would have to keep the cage on all day, and the butt-plug tight in your hole while we work the apple orchards. You will be cumming continuously from the prostate and vesicle pressure. Perhaps we tie a cup around the cock cage spout that you and I can share throughout the day.
At night, I will be fucking you and working your hole with the dildos, along with my huge cock and trying to get more fingers in you while you are still caged; we will switch out your cage once daily, where you will be allowed to erect and ejaculate just like you did all over my nice mirrors. It will be constant pressure and some very stretching and expansive pain and discomfort during the Orchard care.”
“I insist, Jack! I like these white cuffs, collars and harnesses here. Can you find me a heavy metal white cock cage and help me get it on and then plug me for the night?” I requested. He did exactly so.
In minutes, I was dressed up in all the white attire for safety and visibility with a white Metal cock cage and a four-inch tube into my penis that squished my glans to a little 2” rosy flesh stub in a short dragon-shaped cage just two inches long. My penis was running like a stuck pig until the spout was corked; he said we would head to the hot tub; you can't have water flow back up the urethral tube into the bladder—not good to do that! My outfit so turned me on. My white metal Penis spout was rubber sealed with a tiny black cork. Jack got me into a sling and brought one of the butt plugs. I damn near died! It was fucking huge to start.
“Jack! Fuck! Do we have to start this big?” I asked. Seeing the current plug was about 2.5” wide and almost 10” long, shaped like an eggplant or butternut squash with the tapered end and then an anal ring secure stopper.
He answered, “Those are the next four sizes over there!” Oh, Fuck I am going to die! They grew larger, each one, with the biggest about 18” long and at least 6” wide. Fuck!
After twenty minutes, he finally got it in my hole. I wanted to cum so bad that I felt semen backing up into my urethra and bladder. We headed to the non-chlorinated, sanitized tech hot tub after removing my white leather playthings. We cuddled, and we kissed for an hour. It felt so relaxing. The plug was much better in my hole. We showered, white-leathered me all back up, and went to bed. I passed out in Uncle Jack's loving arms. He removed my cock cage spout plug and often, through the night, sucked the spout out and came up and shared it with me. I could hardly wait for day 2 out in the orchard. Surely, I could be fucked, and a massive dildo filled out there—maybe a fist soon too! If this is not heaven, I sure do not fucking know what is!
