All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults, at least 18 years old at all times.
I was scared shitless. (Pun) I was so looking forward to a year off between high school and UNI. Mom (Jolean) and my Dad (Rick) are both PHD’s in Business Admin at the same UNI where I would be going next year; scared shitless because on this mid June day, they just dropped the word that in a few weeks, they were both going to Europe for a year on a Study Sabbatical that just came through from the Professional Development Dept. They decided that although I had just turned 18, I should spend the year at my Uncle Jack’s Organic Apple Farm, some 100 km away from Toronto in the Niagara Escarpment, to hell and gone out in Butt Fuck Nowhere! I had no choice! Fuck!
I mean, I was an adult and could have refused, but I recalled that 11 years ago, when I was 7, I was the ring bearer at Uncle Jack and Aunt Silvia’s wedding, when Jack was 21. He had just returned from 5 years in the military. My most vivid memory of Uncle Jack was when he was three sheets to the wind, extremely drunk on the dance floor of his wedding reception; he stripped down to his underwear and danced on one of the tables as his groomsmen (one of whom was my dad) ran to restore his clothing and save the spectacle as the in-laws looked on in horror and disgust!
Back then, he was a total model in appearance; I recall his tanned skin, blonde mop-top hair with faded, shaved sides, and military fitness, perfect for an underwear or swimsuit model, with his six-foot-six stature, and not an ounce over 180lbs by my thoughts now; incredibly sculpted and defined everywhere. He was so attractive, gorgeous, with a smile that melted any gender. I was shocked when I learned he and Sylvia divorced a few years later, with no kids. I wanted to look like him and be like him when I grew up to be a man. Such an incredible body!
Uncle Jack took an early pension buyout from the Military and decided to buy this organic apple farm in Niagara. We had not seen him in years, or at least I had not, but Dad went alone to visit him on the Farm for overnights several times a year on weekends since he and Sylvia had split.
Dad had been on my case for years now. Even though my marks were good enough to be accepted into UNI in the fall of 2027, in the music program, with the hopes of getting my concert pianist diploma/degree, he was upset that I still had no job or even part-time job or anything; basically not many friends; my favourite thing I liked best to sit around the house surfing the web and doing what 18 year old boys do all day when parents are away! Jerk-off! Fuck I loved jerking off! I was recently starting to play with my asshole in the shower and found my prostate! Fuck man! Now that feels sooooooo goooooooood and those cum ejaculations—off the fucking charts! I have always been a true distance squirted, but holy shit, that prostate was like a canon pump!
Although careers in Business, Mom and Dad were also fitness and health fanatics, as was Uncle Jack. I am an only child and have no siblings; a few cousins on my mom’s side, but it's been years since seeing them. Grandma and Grandpa retired out in Vancouver; they come back to Toronto for Christmas & New Year's.
Me? Well, I am Cassius Combs! Quite the cool name if I do make it big on the entertainment scene; failing that, it works for an actor or hot porn star. I wish I were hot—but I think more shy geek nerd emo not quite fem, but not a macho jock that was for sure. At least that is what I thought! Surprisingly, many in high school disagreed and tried to say I was handsome, hot, adorable… a real dish? We are all tall dudes in my family. I am six feet but a dweeby 150lbs with little sculpting and definition at the hands of almost no body fat—muscles — I wish, but wiry like muscle fibres, yes. Blue eyes and long, messy, dirty, matted hair way past my shoulders, parted on the side--sort of an old-fashioned cut, but not a bad-looking face—clean white skin and rosy boyish complexion. I was sure I was not hot or handsome. They lie!
My dick and balls are okay, but like most 18-year-olds, I wish they were bigger. I am cut and clock out at maybe 7+”, with an acceptable thickness; bigger nuts than some guys in the 18+ showers; still would love two big lime-sized! I rarely used the showers in the guy gym groups, because my dick would get so fucking hard with the other nude 18+ boys. I would go alone to a far corner when most had gone out to hide my raging, dripping wood.
Before I knew it, school was over, and here we are, Mom and Dad driving me to Uncle Jack's at 7 AM on Sunday. Their flight was to depart from Toronto at about 2 PM. As we got close, the beautiful Niagara escarpment exploded in size and greatness, as did my nerves. I had heard it was a big farmhouse, so I was certain to have my own room. I have never had a girlfriend and done zero with boys. After 18, it was a mix of fantasy and porn, but I did find these few months gravitating more to all boy-on-boy sex; no final decisions, but I was leaning toward the future gay lifestyle, with someone, I hope!
Uncle Jack was always so macho and masculine with that military rank and brick shithouse body; I was sure that any gayness I shared was going to be shot down like a Turkey shoot before Thanksgiving. I was wondering what chores and work would be done in this early summer, since most apple varieties are harvested later in the fall… wow, here we are! Holy shit. It looks like 50+ acres; the front driveway and lawn are plastered with big old pine and spruce trees. You can barely see the Black and White Georgian-style house from the road; the same goes for seeing the road from the house, I was sure, with the drive so thick. The roadside sign said,
JACK COMBS ORGANIC APPLE FARM and DEEP DRILLING!
OK…. little snicker! Looks like the entire orchard is behind the house with the side building, and in the distance, the beautiful, high, hilly, and rock-cliff-like escarpment. This is fucking sweet!
OMG! Uncle Jack is standing on the front porch with a tight white muscle shirt, very short crotch bulging cut-off denim shorts, and brown work boots. Fuck me! He looked so much like a cross between young models Zane Kyron and Travis Fimmel. This was going to be a hard year being with a God like him 24/7/365.
I felt my dick warm and swell; a wet leak was forming; he has not changed a bit in 11 years at the age of 32 now. Fuck his shirt mop top shaved side blonde with blue eyes like the best porn stars on GayDemon…my best go-to site for a quick hot cum. Great writers on there; a few emo about ratings, though… fuck, they need to grow a pair!
All I brought were three suitcases of 12 months' worth of clothing, my tablet, laptop, cell phone, wallet, watch, chargers, and shoes. I recall mom saying Jack had an old upright piano, but she thought it came with the farm when he bought it from the retiring prior dude; not sure if it was ever tuned or maintained. Mom and Dad said they would transfer $500 a month into my account for incidentals and clothes; I was still likely to grow some. I prayed for my cock, especially! I would need to video chat monthly so they are kept up to date on how I'm managing.
I got out, and Uncle Jack came right for me, gave me a big hug and a head knuckle scratch, “Well, look at you, Cassius; all tall, young man and grown up; but you're all skin and bones; your parents not feeding you these days, a growing strapper like you! No worries, we will whip you into shape around here in no time flat and have you all buffed out like me by Christmas!”
I giggled. “Call me Cassi, please! They feed me! Just high metabolism or raging hormones, I guess; I would really love to get buff; I have no idea how to even with Dad's non-stop ranting about my bean pole dweebs.” They all giggled.
“Just leave your cases there on the porch, and we will see you folks off first, then the tour, and we get right to work—going to be another scorcher today, calling for a high of 38 °C; lots to do!” He spoke firmly. I hugged and kissed mom and dad goodbye, and they did the same. Dad and Jack had a brief side-whisper conversation out of earshot as they kept looking at me funny. As he and Mom entered the car to leave, Dad hollered to Jack,
“You make sure he doesn’t get hurt! I’m trusting you, Jack!”
Uncle Jack responded, “Don’t you worry, Rick, he’ll be plowed and drilled just fine!” Even Mom screwed up her face as they all shook their heads and drove down the lane as we waved!
Once they turned onto the highway, Jack screamed, “They’re gone! Party Time with Uncle Jack!” I turned around and grabbed my suitcases. Uncle Jack slapped my ass so hard I cried out. A second later, I shot a wad of cum in my undies—felt fucking good, I thought. I hope he does that again — soon!
“Come on, Cassi, haul those cases and that skinny Twink ass of yours up the stairs here to your back bedroom beside mine,” he instructed. As I dragged the three cases up the stairs, I was able to clock around the entire open-concept main floor. It was quite nice and modern, red, black, and white leather mix of furnishings, like something you would see on home-reno TV programs. All in one open big room, with the kitchen and dining all open, with a fantastic island looking into a bank of sliding glass doors, all out to the orchard and escarpment beyond. Gorgeous! All modern.
Once upstairs, I was a bit taken aback to find the open-concept layout continued. There were no real walls, and the four, four-poster king beds with black metal frames and lots of weird hooks everywhere were nice enough. Then I saw the bathroom open as well, with no door or anything… an open shower, no curtain or sliding door. Fuck me! Clear view of and from the entire sleeping beds. Was this going to be a nightmare or a dream cum true!
Uncle Jack said, “That is your bed there, Cassi, and I am over here. The dresser drawers and desk are all empty so that you can unpack your clothes and electronics later, (butt-plug) in anything you need to be charged if it is not lithium to explode and burn down the place.” We giggled. Strange how he put in that pause to make a sexual connotation. Then I noticed sex lube bottles everywhere…WTF!
He suggested, “Before we hit the orchard for late spring thinning out, we need to do three things: get you into lighter clothing, drink water and cut that fucking disaster long straggly mop-head!”
“Uncle Jack! I don’t think my hair looks that bad!” I shouted back, angry.
“Yeah! If you’re a hippie at Woodstock, maybe! Fuck, no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend with a shit heap like that! Sorry, Cassi, but I must for safety. It can’t be longer than mine. I sure do not want to call your folks and tell them your long hair got caught and pulled your pretty head and body into a machine and that you're chopped up cannon fodder all over the orchard!” He chuckled.
“Oh, fine! Got it!” I answered, huffing and puffing.
“Calm down; have faith. I used to cut all the guys in the army, so don’t worry. You must trust me, Cassi; Cassi will trust Jack, and Jack will trust Cassi.” He proclaimed. I started laughing hysterically.
“What the fuck is so funny now?” he asked.
“If we put our names together with you first, it sounds like…like…Jackass!” I giggled. He shook his head.
“Get on the bed and let's get you out of those Jeans!” He commanded like the former military sergeant that he was.
Well, he did mention lighter clothing, but I was again shocked at his power as he pushed me on the bed, tore off my shoes and reached right for my belt buckle and opened my jeans and fly! Fuck I was not stopping him!
Even if this was purely innocent and not meant to be rape-like, I was fucking enjoying every fucking second of it. My cock was rock-hard and growing; my undies were drenched as I stared at his massive bulge behind those so tight denim high shorts. I licked my lips, making eye contact with him at the exact point when he saw my pre-cum line glisten from my CK Undies glans tip to the inside of my jeans as he pulled them off. He stared right at my wet, very hard, erect cock and balls. This is when I wished I were huge, like I am sure he is. I was praying for him to take me right fucking then and there!
He froze, moving his eyes from my crotch to my serious, licking lips and back again.
“Cassi, do you have any white shorts, white shirts, socks and then your white shoes back on?” He asked. I was deflated…Fuck! Back to business; so close, but no score. I decided at that very second that before midnight tonight, I was going to seduce him and ride his cock until he filled me like a cow having not been milked for a month! Virgin ass or not, I did not care how much it hurt or if I bled to death! It would be a great way to go getting fucked by such a hot uncle with what I was praying was a dick that made Hankey dildos look like school erasers!
I answered, “Yeah, sure, Uncle Jack. All that white I will look like a giant sperm or cum shot!”
He chuckled again, “Fuck Cassi. You are so witty and funny. Sure, you should not ditch the piano and do stand-up comedy?”
“Well, Uncle Jack, you decide after I play for you tonight!” I said so seductively and suggestively.
He continued, “Again, I want you all in white for safety. Most things in the fields, buildings, and equipment are not white, so you all in white is all for high visibility! I like your tighty Whittie undies; they are very cute.”
I was very much on the fence at this point, thinking that Uncle Jack might be Gay! I wonder…I had to think now about the nearly three-plus decades of his life as he watched me. I stared into his eyes as I put on my tight white T-shirt, my very tight white cotton shorty shorts, socks, and shoes.
He sized me up and said, “Perfect! You Look Great! One Big White Cum Shot! Just the way I want you!”
I roared in reply, “You’re a lot of fun, Uncle Jack! Dad is never like this. He is always so serious and prudish.” Jack threw up his hands, opened the upstairs fridge and handed me a bottle of water.
“Cum on out to the back covered porch; I will get my clippers, shaver and cape.” I went out and sat on a sort of straight-backed, padded, black kitchen-type chair facing the orchard and escarpment. Soon, Uncle Jack returned, grabbed the rest of my water and dribbled it on my hair and head. It was an incredible scalp massage he gave me, moving to my shoulders and neck. He leaned down with his hot, minty, seductive breath so close to my lips and spoke. I was praying to taste his mouth!
“I am so sorry, Cassi. I know it took a long time to grow; I can’t take the chance of even tying it up. Trust me, please!” He patted my chest and shoulders; I interlocked my fingers over his strong but so soft big hands as tears dropped from my eyes. He knew I needed a minute. I released a few moments later, covered in wet tears, soaking through to my still half-hard dick. I knew then that he was a good man and would never hurt me! I had little emo-shudders as he started with the clippers. Under the cape, my penis was getting so hard beyond my control. Feeling his strong yet soft hands on my head and hair, I started to imagine them feeling and caressing every inch of my body, cock and hole. I wanted him so bad! My asshole spasmed, aching for virgin-busting fulfillment.
I tried to distract and look at the wonderful peace about me. Still, my erection grew even harder and bigger at his touch of just my head and hair, taking something that I worked so hard to be mine. He sensed, and now has great respect for, my submission to his will and obedience; I am sure he felt bad about his earlier negative description.
It seemed like an eternity as the Sun approached late morning. There were no farm animals, but apart from squirrels, birds, and rabbits, I saw a few dogs running around, chasing the cats and wildlife and keeping them out of the orchard. They were not paying customers, so get them the fuck out of here.
I struck up a conversation with Uncle Jack, “Uncle Jack?”
He answered, “Cassi, I think calling me Uncle is just too formal; Just Jack feels better and more familiar…Okay, I mean, I am only a decade and a half older, and it was not that long ago that I was your age and size when I started the military, so just Jack, ok buddy?” I nodded, turned my head and smiled.
“Jack? How many acres and how big is it all, square meters or square feet; the trees and apples per tree, and like, how much do you profit on this gig?” I inquired.
He chuckled, “Well, the back orchard here is just over 50 acres. Pretty square, so like 450 metres by 450 metres, or 1500 feet by 1500 feet. Each row of trees is about 15 feet apart, so we have about 100 trees by 100 trees, or ten thousand trees. Each tree makes about 400 apples, I hope this year. Each organic, inspected, certified apple fetches about $1, so 400 times 10,000 is $4 million. After I pay the mortgage, equipment leases, labour, water, organic fertilizer and pest control…I end up with about 5% or maybe $200K after taxes in a good year, but it varies.”
I was shocked, “Holy Fuck! That is not that much less than what mom and dad make as PhD’s at UNI. That is awesome, Jack!”
“I love it here, Cassi! It is so peaceful here, and on the Friday and Saturday nights when the….ahhh…aahhh ….well yeah, I love it here!” he was quiet and hid something…oh well.
After a few more minutes, he said, “OK. Well, I think that has it. I can change or do more if you want to twink something. Let's go into the main floor bath and check you out and see what you think!”
Immediately, I felt lighter; my head seemed so much stronger without pounds of hair. There was just a near floor-to-ceiling salon door on the main floor bath, again with mirrors all around, a few sinks, laundry tubs, a double washer, and a double dryer, two shitters and an open shower again with two heads at the ends with lots of hoses and valves that I was not sure what they were for. A big trough drain flowed the entire length of the room.
I gasped as I turned and looked in the mirror, “Oh My God! Jack! Wow! I never knew that I could look like this! Holy shit! Fuck man! I look like the famous model William Roepstorff! You are magic! Sure, you should not ditch the Apple gig, and become a stylist barber?”
We both giggled; he replied, “You're a very beautiful boy, Cassi! I am going to enjoy having you here!” I was dizzy with my new handsome and hot looks…like really, I was hidden from myself! They were all right about me. I am a gorgeous, hot fucking Twink!
We both smiled in the mirror as I bashfully said, “Thanks, Jack!” His face was so close, I started to turn as he watched; we both knew I was about to sneak a kiss to suck face with that mint mouth and perfect white teeth. He smiled and hollered,
“Come on, boy! There is work to do. Got to whip your skinny Twink ass into shape!” Again, as I had hoped, he slapped my ass cheeks so hard with his big, strong, muscular hands; a second later, my hard cock squirted twice, making my fresh white undies excitingly even more soaked for the sweaty day ahead.
I did not worry about my dick going in and out of an erection, as by this point, I think we could all agree I was in safe company. I got the express tour of the massive equipment sheds, storage coolers, resin composite box pallets, supplies and treatments. I had noted a few weird things.
Jack asked, “Any questions, Cassi?”
“Yeah, ah, what is that big, slightly sloped concrete pad beside the equipment shed with all those waterspouts and hoses, and then those two large steel doors that go down the sloped concrete foundation walls to like something underground, hidden bunker or…?” I asked.
“Oh well, in 8 hours, after we have done a few rows of thinning out by 7 PM, we will be so sweaty and muddy, there is no way we are going in the house to shower. We and the workers all shower out here. The steel doors and sloped concrete foundation led to a concrete staircase that goes down into the storm chamber and the PPPIIII….Well, I will show you later or tomorrow, ok.” He answered, giggling.
I nodded affirmatively. I became even more sexually excited thinking about showering outside as I was resolved to finally bare it all, hard, dripping cock and skinny ass Twink body. I surmised, and Jack explained that the shower was supplied by a water well, then pumped through black, powder-coated copper pipes heated by the blazing sun, and that all the farm's water, even the crop irrigation system, was purified and sanitized. Wind turbines generate all the electricity, so it seemed like a very green, organic establishment independent of fossil fuels that I think we now acknowledge we need to ditch… once and for all!
He instructed after setting the tractor up with the empty resin cart,
“Cassi, today only you and I are here, so that we will thin out 8 entire rows, but they will be alternating as we skip every other one. The tractor wheel is locked and on remote control with backup safety, and I have the kill pendant here on my neck chain. It will proceed down the rows at 1 meter every 0.42 seconds, so by day's end, we will have slow-walked 12 KM. It does not sound hard, but we try to pick up some of the fallen green apples and also quickly pull off the poor, mangled, and compromised inferior ones from the trees. You do the right side, and I will do the left. We don’t need to get all the fallen or all the bad ones on the trees, just enough to reduce the stress and load on the trees… try your best and ask as we go, no real mistakes or stress, just relieving the crop load, Okay?”
“Got it, Jack! I wish I could surely release a load too!” I answered with a sexy grin.
He giggled, “All things in good time!” Fuck me! If my cock was any more strained over eight hours, it was going to tear these cotton undies and shorts. He continually clocked my crotch as I returned the favour. His bulge is so fucking big with a hard penis now protruding out of his revealed white underwear down his right shorts leg; I started to see a wet spot bleed through his denim and underwear. His cock tip was a fair bit bigger than mine. I was dying to see, touch and taste it all.
It was very brisk, hard work; with the humidity and heat, we were dripping buckets within the hour. We drank almost a full litre of water per hour. After the first two rows, at about 1 PM, we took a short break.
“Cassi, you are doing great for your first time. I think we'd best oil up and put on white baseball caps, so we don’t burn. Best to remove our shirts and shorts with this heat; pretty sure we’d be fine in our undies and boots?” He spoke.
“Sure, Jack—oil up, like what do you have?” I asked.
“Well, I got this almond oil coconut mix as I do not trust all the chemical products they sell these days, so you will find that my lifestyle and everything here is all natural, healthy, and organic and brings nothing but pure, safe pleasure.” He answered.
I had no fear anymore of my nudity or smaller penis; I mean, it is still average or maybe even a bit above. We both stared at each other as we took off our shirts deep in the orchard, tearing off our boots and then simultaneously our shorts. There we were in just our white underwear. I was in my CK’s, but Jack had on a white open-assless Jock-male thong. Fuck me! He is a total Greek God!
His penis was not quite 100% erect, but damn fucking massive. It was fucking like a huge, thick, long kielbasa sausage. Once our boots were back on, he came over with the oil mix and started to rub my back and shoulders. He giggled as he said I had hair clippings stuck to my lower back. He began to massage the oil all over my skin; my back, my arms and chest; my legs and thighs. My penis was poking my underwear out entirely so that you could easily see my brown bush and balls. He was behind me now with that hot, sweaty panting breath. I had to cum out to him and break the unreal sexual tension. My heart was pounding, and my breath was gasping with such tense anxiety!
“Jack, (Panting) I like you a lot—(now I got emo) like I mean I really, really like you, so much! (I thought I was going to black out) And…and…and…ahhh… I have to tell you I…III…IIII aaammm GGGG….aaahhhh,” I stammered and stuttered when he finished for me…
“Cassi, relax! I am as Gay as this sun is fucking hot! I know you are, too, my boy! We are going to have so much fun together this year!” He exhaled, relieving his tension! Both of us are sweating and breathless.
I swung around with tears of joy, huffing and smiling, “Oh Fuck Yes! Thank-God! Jack, I have wanted you since…oh God, look at you, so gorgeous!” Our lips and mouths flew together like released magnets; he pulled me so close that our half-trapped penises struck and fought for release like Brontosaurus battling. This was the first human I have ever open-mouth kissed. Fuck, it was the first person I had ever kissed! I swear I ejaculated hands-free as our soaking, spit-laden tongues swirled and twirled and ate each other's oral caverns so minty clean and fresh. It was so beautiful out here, neatly naked with no one else around for miles. Our sex pheromones, I am sure, are being smelled by the wild nature for thousands of miles around.
“No, Cassi, look at you! You are not a nerd, or dweeby, or a geek. You are absolutely the most beautiful 18-year-old boy I have seen. Hotter than that model you like, William Roepstorff. Now we have work to do, but I know if we both don’t cum, that it presents a health and safety distraction risk issue.
Please, let's take each other's load in our mouths and throats and then back to work, ok---you first, I can see you're ready to put out a 5-alarm fire?” He said as he dropped to his knees, pulled down my underwear and took my sweaty Twink cock deep in his mouth and throat, chewing and biting my deep shaft and pubic hair. Our breathing was like hyperventilating.
In mere seconds, I screamed. “Oh, Fuck Jack! I'm going to cum! OH Fuck! Yes! Holy shit! Fuck!” (Suddenly I felt his oil-coated two or three large soft fingers slide deep into my anal cavern, and begging hungry hole—fuck he hit my prostate exactly but exponentially better than I had ever had) I fucking threw my head back and screamed more, “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDD YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!” I grabbed his head and pulled it tight, forcing my entire 7” cock down his throat. I came torrent after torrent after torrent so much he had to pull off my dick from drowning. As my 7” raging boner popped out of his mouth and throat I continued to coat his entire face, mouth, chest and belly with my off-the-charts (Like never before) exploding ejaculation.
He loved it all, smiling, drenched, and came back up to my face as we passionately kissed like wild feral animals devouring and slurping, cleaning all my massive twink boy-cum. Our lips and mouth finally broke.
“OK, Cassi! Holy Fuck Boy! I have never seen a guy blow with that much power and volume! You always do that?” He beamed so hotly still with Cassi's cum bits drying on his face.
I replied, “Oh, I have always been a big and powerful ejaculator, but I have been dripping and building since I saw your hotness on the front porch. Jack, please, I know your cock is so much bigger. I will try my best; I am a virgin and have never done anything sexually with anyone until this very moment, which I am loving so much to the point of tears. I am so happy to experience it with another young man, finally.”
“Cassi, how on earth with your beauty can you be a virgin?” he asked.
Tearily, I answered, “I have just always been so shy and dad…well, he never has much positive to say about me and my body or anything about me. The only daddy praise and confidence support I ever got from him was over my fucking piano talent!”
“Ok, we will chat about that another time. You ready to taste my cock?” He asked.
“Only if I can stick my finger up your sweet-toned, muscular hole, too?” I giggled back.
He smiled, “You'd best coat your entire hand with the oil and see just what I can do!”
I gasped in words I cannot even describe here. My excitement and horny sex were exploding to the point where I thought my entire body might spontaneously combust! I dropped to my knees and pulled down his soaked white thong. His cock sprang out! Holy Jesus Christ! Who in the fuck made this and how! I looked up at him and had to laugh, shaking my head in total shock and disbelief.
“Holy Fuck! Jack! You're like a foot-long, thick Kielbasa! I spoke.
“Not quite, Sunshine sweetie pie, just a bit under 10,” and no, it's not as thick as a fucking kielbasa! Don’t waste the time here trying to take me deep, lick, pump and suck as few inches in with one hand and play with my hole with your other.” He giggled as his precum was running all over my lips, my mouth dripping from my chin. I did exactly as he asked.
Finally seeing and tasting a man’s penis was incredible. My eyes and brain were almost catatonic, stoned. I had the fleeting thought that I had no idea how I would finish the other 6 rows. I licked, savoured and lapped his incredible huge cock up and down using my tongue and lips. He was sweaty and salty. It turned me on even more, feeling his veins and flesh of his huge shaft and glans. As he suggested, I used my tongue and sucked just a few inches of his beast into my mouth and throat until I choked and gagged. I was so horny I would swallow his piss and shit if he asked me to, right fucking now!
My left hand was dripping with the oil as he took his hand and pulled my head closer to his lovely, darker pubic bush and mound, forcing my mouth and throat a little deeper on his incredible penis. Looking up, seeing his toned mound and those sexy hip flexors, those 32-year-old washboard popping abs, big, tight pecs, and nipples like calf utters that I was dying to suck on all night; taking all this in, I felt him reach around and guide my left hand and arm to his hole.
I found exactly what I suspected. I entered with my four long, soft piano fingers and slipped easily through his anal ring. He is so wet and hot inside. His sphincters are well loosened; this was so overwhelming for me, having been thrust into man sex from nothing to this…combustion here I cum! As I continued to suck his oozing pre-cum drenched fantastic mushroom glans, giving me a continuing man cum feed, he forced my fingers deeper and deeper. I was so sexually, mentally, and emotionally overwhelmed, I had to release his cock from my mouth and throat; I continued to lick and bite his massive phallus, tasting every inch of his musky meat and bush. I shocked myself at how exciting I found it to suck his darker pubic and pull off his big, sweaty balls with my Twink mouth and throat.
I suddenly gasped out like a deer in headlights, totally stoned as my entire left hand slid into his anus and rectum, feeling his anal rings close around my wrist. I pushed deeper into his flesh and heat with the curves, folds, bends so velvet and silky had my cock like iron and my dick ready to put out another 5 alarm fire as my balls and prostate were ready to blast off Twink loads again.
I was totally shocked by what he said next, yet felt, for the first time in my life, like I was home. This is the place where I would become a famous Pianist and grow my mind and body to nothing but sensory Twink Pleasure with an audience that was in my hands and grasp like puddy
“Cassi, with your beautiful, talented hands, deep inside my ass and on my cock, play me Vivaldi - Winter / The Four Seasons!-short version.”
Holy Fuck! I smiled and locked my eyes with Jack. I was suddenly focused and got adrenaline from fuck if I know where. I was a virgin and never had sex with anything other than myself. Here I was worried about my dick size; now I realized that Uncle Jack had brought my Twink gayness together with my piano skills to please men like they can’t possibly imagine. I used every ounce of energy and focus as if it were opening night at Massey Hall in Toronto. I pounded and flowed up and down his huge cock with my right and with my left deep in his ass, past parts and valves, as I felt my elbow nearly in his hole.
When I was nearly at the end of the 5-minute reduced quicky version of the Winter work, Jack threw his head back and screamed. I was sure the other farmers, no matter how far away they were, would send the entire EMS fleet!
He hollered, staring at the clear, blue, blazing sunny sky, “Oh, Cassi! Holy Fuck! You're a fucking master! Oh, My God! Fuck! Yes! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDD YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!”
I had just finished the last notes; I opened my mouth and lips, looking at his contorted face to the sky in the throws of climax ejaculation and orgasm as he off loaded squirting gush and man cum spray after gobs of massive man cum like ropes flew out of his huge cock and down my throat, coating my entire head, face in streams like an exploding string can and pop explosion.
I then giggled, my face, chin, and mouth drenched and dripping in christened man cum, as I saw a big plane flying overhead. I recalled, based on what time I thought it was and the direction it was heading, that it absolutely had to be Mom and Dad's flight. My huge wish was that it was low enough for them to see us from their seat. I whispered to the plane, “Fuck you!” I was a man now! I never felt so happy, proud and confident!
Smiling into his eyes, Jack gasped; my hand slid out of his hole with a pop and went oil squirt—very clean and zero odour, bringing me to my feet,
“Holy Shit! Cassi! The boys are going to love you! That was one of the best fisting cocks sucking cums of my entire life!”
“Jack! This is the best fucking day of my entire life! I will do anything you ask of me to please you. I want it all! Teach me; train me! I must be the greatest top and bottom-fisting slut in the entire world!” We both roared with the dramatic, corny-cheesy line. He stood me up; just as he did with mine, we kissed passionately, sharing his colossal gobs of creamy white cum dripping from my plastered, happy as a pig in shit mouth, chin and face! We finished cleaning his cum after 10 minutes.
We kissed in each other's arms, he said, “We need to get back to work, young man; we have an entire year to teach each other and grow.”
I asked, “I just have two questions and am curious to hear the answer you will give.” He presented his hand gesture as we stood there with our still half-hard, glistening cocks outside our soggy underwear around our ankles and bits of drying semen and cum about us.
“Where can I take a piss like a racehorse, and do you have any bug spray?” I chuckled.
“I told you, Cassi; everything here is all natural and organic; I have to piss as well,” he said. I was surprised when Jack dropped to his knees again and said, “It is the best natural insect repellent in the world. Blast away and make sure you get some down my throat!”
Holy Fuck! I almost came again hands-free; my cock twitched and oozed. I sometimes used to jerk off watching Twinks do this on GD and had always been curious. I had only once tasted my own piss; it was exciting and so taboo.
I took my half-hard dick and pointed it at Jack’s face and chest as he knelt there with his mouth open again. Looking at his blonde, God-like beauty had me so mesmerized. I was still in disbelief that this was all happening. I knew, as I had wished, his cock tonight would be drilling my ass balls deep. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I swear right now my anal ring was opening like a guppy searching for floaters in the tank. I was so anxious to experience anal bottoming and breeding.
Before I knew it, I panted and was releasing a powerful, clear stream of my hot boy-piss all over his face, mouth and chest. All that water from our blazing work in the sun makes wonderful, clear hot boy-piss. The look on his face was to die for—like an alcoholic getting that shot of liquor. Smiling from ear to ear, he rubbed it all over his body and swallowed several streams. He finished by sucking me some more as I played with his shaved mop-top, piss-soaked, gorgeous blond hair. He and this place were heaven, I was sure.
He stood up; I dropped, panting away with my mouth open, looking into that off-the-charts face and body, teeth and eyes from God himself. He spoke.
“You don’t have to swallow or take it in your mouth—it’s all good.”
“Please, Jack! I know! Let me decide what I want.” I answered. In seconds, his mammoth half-hard cock splashed so powerfully on my chest that it knocked me back a bit as we both giggled. His piss was so hot. The smell was incredible, manly and musky like his sweaty balls and sweet rectum. I leaned in to take it into my mouth. It flowed out. I swished and gulped. It was like the finest wine. I was sold. I rubbed lots all over my body, but I wanted so badly every drop in my mouth, throat, and tummy. It’s tangy and salty-sweet, which had me damn near ejaculating hands-free again.
He finished, and he pulled me to my feet and said, “I am so proud of you, Cassi. You really do like me; you have longed for love and gay sex, haven’t you…virgin no more very soon. Now give me a piss kiss and back to work!”
“Bah, humbug on you tormenting Santa. You will be patient with my hole tonight, I trust Jack?” Said I.
“I promised no harm and injury, Cassi. Some pain will be suffered, but soon it will disappear and be replaced with the most incredible sensations impossible even to describe. If you thought this cum was great, you ain’t seen nothing yet, there, fire hose boy.” He smiled, and we kissed.
My Guppy-like hunger, starving hole, sent signals to my brain, urging my vocal cords: “Jack, can we speed up the tractor and try to get done a little earlier?” I suggested.
“You are really hole-horny, aren’t you, hungry virgin boy!” He chuckled.
“I swear I could take the CN Tower to the base up my virgin hole right now; I am so anxious to bottom,” I said seriously with a stern hunger. I saw Jack change the pacer to .35 seconds per meter. Accounting for the sex-cum break, we should finish a bit after 6 PM. This was brisk and intense!
Of course, we both found new energy, strength and stamina. I did not care how much my body and guts ached from the bending, picking and pitching. Glancing and smiling at our glistening piss, cum, and sweat-covered bodies was so beautiful. He was right…not a bug or bite anywhere. We continued to stay well hydrated with lots of water, re-applied the oil, and kept our hats on. Pissing was at will, when we could get soft enough to. Otherwise, it was a weird bent one leg up like a dog to open the urine valve through our hard cocks.
I felt so macho and manly even in my thin, wiry Twink form. The pure raw nudity and musk had me wild like a savage beast; having swallowed a man's cum and piss and brought him to climax orgasm was like winning the best global piano concerto competition!
