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I opened my eyes with the rising sun across that Atlantic and the beautiful bay and lake below, with the soft, distant roar of ocean waves and aircraft taking off. My hard morning cock was still in Carter’s Pussy; his penis had a lovely morning raging wood against my belly as it dripped hot white semen continuously as I lightly thrusted and stroked his prostate during our quasi-light sleep. He cocked his head, smiling away and spoke.
“I know why they call this place Happy Valley. Ethan, I am positive we are in heaven. I am deeply in love with you and the incredible pleasure we share so lovingly. I wish that we never had to return to Montreal again; you, me and this space and spot on earth is total beauty beyond belief; heavenly bliss and rapturous joy!”
I giggled in reply, as my penis flopped out of his pussy, “I know, Carter. It is why I chose this spot to build. I have been to nearly every country on the planet, working for over three decades, and hands down, this location wins by far. I have fucked you enough through the night and came several times in you as you slept and dreamt moaning and groaning. Your hard cock looks like the perfect breakfast for champions to start to me.”
He replied, grinning, “Eat away and take every drop!” I slid down the vast, round lounger and grabbed Carter’s raging, dripping 8.5” + penis. I stroked and pumped it a few times, getting all his cooked semen and pre-cum all excited, spewing out the tip. I brought my tongue and slathered up and down all over his lovely, perfect, big red glans. His cum was so sweet and perfectly salted; I could feast on it forever and need nothing more. I massaged his big balls and cock base with my right hand, and with my left, slid into his boy-pussy. He sighed and gasped as my knuckles hit his prostate with my entire hand in his cunt, twisting and turning, driving him wild with moans and groans and pleas for more and more. I opened wide now and swallowed his entire penis down my throat until my lips were chewing on his pubic hair. I felt Carter’s hand lightly stroking and fondling my long blonde hair as I began my bob riding his massive dick with my mouth and throat. That cock of his is just the right size to deep throat for anyone in length and thickness.
I sped up, sucking faster. The feel of his big cock dripping all that cum as it slid perfectly into my mouth and down my throat almost made me cum hands-free. I massaged his balls and knuckled his prostate faster and faster with my left hand. I sucked and bobbed like a car piston cumming into the finish line. His moans and cries intensify as his prostate swells and pumps like a second heartbeat. Finally, in seconds, he pushed my head hard down to his trimmed pubic mound, and I felt the most wonderful champion breakfast a boy can have. My throat was pelted and blasted with multiple boiling torrential ropes of Carter semen…Oh, I moaned and groaned and came all over his legs just tasting all that sweet hot boy cum exploding and gushing down my mouth and throat. He screamed and cried out to God over and over as he bashed my head faster and harder for over five minutes until he was bone dry.
After five more minutes of licking and cleaning his softening cock, I slid my hand out of his boy-cunt and slathered and slurped up the spurts of spilt semen all over his incredible balls and pubic hair. I pulled my lips, tongue, mouth and throat off his cock and came to his mouth, passionately, wildly giving back some of his sweet, lovely boy-cum. We savoured his man cream for so many minutes.
Finally, I said, “Breakfast of Champions, so let's see who is champ today, my young padawan!”
He replied, “Ethan, so far, you have given me the most wonderful blowjobs. That was tops as of this moment. I promise to give back to you the same incredible life and pleasure you are giving me.”
I said back, “Just having you beside me every day for the rest of my life is priceless wealth beyond comprehension.” We kissed, some more of course, and then headed inside for a quick breakfast.
After breakfast, Carter asked, “So what training is planned today? Will I see the armoury and training centre and the bunker communication base floor?”
“Yes, I thought later today we would finish the tour and try some of the other weaponry after you have read and photographed with that incredible brain of yours; but first, in the garage here I have some archery equipment and some spears, so I thought after a nice morning mountain climb or race, we would see how good your other Track and archery skills are,” I said.
Giggling in reply, Carter puffed and stated, “I know you are in much more sculpted lean muscles than I, but it does weigh you down against a much younger relay track champion. Are you sure you are up to the challenge, old man?”
“I did take my spinach and Geritol, so the game is afoot!” I answered.
Carter asked, “Hey, that reminds me, I am sure you have backup segregated power here, but what happens still if the elevators fail and we need to get from one floor up or down the other or anywhere in and out for that matter?”
I answered, “Hidden in the closets on each floor is a circular door; it is the entrance to a fireman's pole down through each level and to the base level. There are Velcro elbow-length gloves, jockstraps, and knee socks available for a few on each floor. The pole is well greased, but with enough pressure, you can stop wherever you need to…I do not advise going down completely naked, as your dick and balls may be quite strangled, stretched or scraped.”
“Oh, Fuck Ouch!” He giggled and continued, “But what if we need to cum up from the basement floor?”
“With the Velcro gloves, there are built-in electromagnets so one can activate them with a twist on the cuff and you shimmy your way up the pole…I do it regularly as it is a great workout; it still requires much strength and endurance; there is a safety mattress at the bottom, so even if you go crashing down with the past soft sides, it is virtually impossible to hurt yourself,” I said.
“Fuck me, Ethan…Your Spectre-like hideaway is more of a Twink sex amusement retreat, with the best sex and love in the world.” Carter said.
I answered, “Perhaps. Come now, Carter, we will see how amused you are in four days.”
“What the Fuck is in four days?” He asked.
“Well, today being Wednesday, if we get through all the planned sex and military black ops training to my satisfaction, and I know your savant anal retentive autistic perfection side is dying to re-organize all the sex and military hardware and kitchen and bath just so, then Saturday night is party and celebration; we head down in the Dune Buggy to Fiona’s with you at the wheel, and I will be designated driver on the way home,” I said.
Carter beamed, “Oh, yes, thank you. Rowan will be there. Can we hook up with him that night? I am dying to taste and feel his thick cock and red hair; oh, butt fuck...I am underage here in Newfoundland and Labrador, as the legal drinking age in Quebec is 18. I was good, but here it is 19, so not till December 6…Fuck!”
I responded, smiling, “Well, Fiona is flexible, and up here with the national and international military population, there is no carding; all Larry and the RNC care about is zero alcohol while behind the wheel, hence I will be making the coffee and or sparkling lemon water routine. After you are all Merry and relaxed, we can stop off at the hangar dungeon and have a nice threesome.”
Carter sank and smiled, huffing and puffing, “OH, that is torture…the wait for the sex orgy and then knowing that the F4 Gracie is hidden on the other side.”
I replied, “I know you will try and do your best this week with all the sex and training, so after we fuck our brains out with Rowan and or who know who knows who else might join (These group guys thing just well up you know), we will see them off with Ubers and once they are off the base Sunday morning and we have a quick snack, your prize will be taking the F4 up.”
“AAAAHHHHH FFFFFFUUUCCCKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYEEEEESSS!” Carter screamed just like an orgasm, so excited. He ran to me and jumped into my arms naked, wrapping his lovely twink legs around me, kissing me wildly.
He hollered, “In the next three days, can you show me the aeronautical manual that you and Gracie constructed so I can learn and memorize her systems and operations?”
I answered, “Yes, I was expecting so. Now, let's get dressed in some light khaki pants and shirts from Marks. Perhaps a sexy jock in case we have a quicky in the woods. Yes, I will be bringing a firearm in the off chance that we encounter unfriendly wildlife, and extra ammo.”
Carter stated, “I am looking forward to handling and firing off big guns…not just the one between your legs either, there, soldier.” We laughed and got underway. Dressed, we headed to the garage. He loved the high-end compound bows and arrows I had, as well as the balsa wood spears. He saw that I grabbed the .500 S&W Magnum.
He continued, “Wow…you grabbed the most powerful handgun ever made. I sure hope we do not have to kill wild beasts. These spears are so much lighter than the javelins; I hope they are strong enough not to break?”
I responded, “I will let you fire the gun…hopefully, the recoil will not dislocate your shoulder or blow you down the mountain; as far as the Balsa wood, it is considered the strongest in the world and incredibly the lightest. Used in many aeronautical and maritime applications still today.” Carter nodded with surprise. We went through the walk-out garage man door with the gun, bows and arrows, and spears. I led us about a kilometre away to a small clearing near the base of a steep 500m hill.
“Ok, young man. Do you see that thick 5” pine tree over there, about 150 feet away, with the weird, curved branch that is half dead, about 8 feet high from the base?” I asked.
He replied, “Yes, plain as day.”
I spoke. “Take your spear and aim straight for the branch base in the trunk, there and try to sever the dead branch from the tree with the spear.” Carter breathed, backed up, and sized up the tasks and target. He had excellent form. After a quick pump, he ran and released. Holy shit! A perfect hit, but the branch remained. He jumped up and down in ecstatic winning joy.
“Great hit, but not powerful enough; now watch this!” I backed up and pumped my arm, ran and released. My spear tip hit exactly beside Carter’s, but much, much deeper I was. It seemed I did that deeper stuff to him a lot; I had penetrated nearly through.
He answered, giggling, “Well, LTC old Geezer, you also did not knock off the branch, so there!” In a matter of seconds, all of a sudden, the entire tree fucking split in half and collapsed right at the dead branch, dropping it and the whole tree down.
Carter gasped and exhaled, “Holy Fuck! Ethan! You brought down the entire fucking tree!”
I answered, “It's all about power, depth and penetration, my boy! You need to work on that yourself!”
He smiled and said, “I do love your power and penetration…lover.”
“Ok, now take out your bow and try to hit in the middle of the remaining seven feet of trunk about five feet as if it were the chest of the enemy.” Carter took out an arrow and readied his compound bow. I knew he would hit precisely, but I wanted to test his strength and power again. He had excellent archery form; he drew back, I said, “Further…further…further.” He released with a precise hit. And then gasped.
“Oh, fuck my arm…that fucking hurt!”
I replied, “Fuck I sure did not want to mess up your fisting arm…are you ok?”
He said, “Yes…and I hit the target exactly, but I suppose not deep enough; it seems a recurring issue with me, right. I see I do need to work out my entire muscle groups more. I know I have a lean track body; I do not want to bulk up, though.”
“Well, I am not bulk, but you do need about 15 pounds more muscle, and you will be perfect. It will take a few months, but you will love it in the end. Much more powerful you will be. Now let me stand behind you and we both will draw the bow; your form and aim are excellent by the way.” I put my cheek right against his, and we drew back the next arrow, and we released. It knocked poor Carter’s weakly placed prior clean off the tree trunk…I felt bad, but he was learning that accuracy and aim are only half the battle.
He sighed, “Fucker! Not fair!”
I answered, “Ok, you choose the next challenge then.”
He said, “Race you to the top of this hill, foliage-covered mountainside to that huge Rock at the top, about the size of the Dune Buggy; it has to be 400 meters away, and my record is 69 seconds.”
“Ok. That's a wonderful number and speed, but I must say... To inspire you, if you win, I will get my entire right foot and leg up your boy-cunt tonight right to my groin as far as it will go.” Carter licked his lips, and his crotch twitched and swelled. I could see the wheels turning. He knew with enough concentration and relaxation, he could take it and blow his hot white twink cum all over the place.
He answered, “Deal. But you promise not to hold back, as it is as much pleasure for you as it is for me.”
“Perfect like a Christmas tree and bouncing like track stars, I swear, no holding back and rig fixing the win,” I said.
“Ok. Let's get side by side for a few meters. Get ready, and I will count down 3, 2, 1, and when I hit go, we both take off...got it.” Carter said.
I answered, “Yes, sir, Pvt O’Conner; bouncing like a track star.” He shook his head, and we got into position. Carter did the countdown, and we both tore off as fast as we could. He was forgetting that running on an unobstructed, smooth, flat surface racetrack was nothing like running on a wet forest floor, a fifty-degree incline with loose debris and obstructions. He was ahead for the first 100 meters, and then the lactic acid hit his thigh and calf muscles, and his cardiovascular system was maxed. About 7 minutes later, I was well out of breath myself, but was at the peak of the rock. Unfortunately, I won, but it was not entirely unexpected in my view.
In another 3 minutes, Carter finally arrived, panting and sweating, and so out of breath he damn near puked up some of breakfast with his hands grabbing his ankles, but was able to calm thankfully! The perfectionist ASS (Autistic Savant Syndrome) had been defeated 3x and left in the dust. When he was done, almost throwing up, and could finally talk, he calmed down and panted for breath. I said this, and it was mean and sarcastic.
“Do you need a Medivac, young man?”
Huffing and puffing, he replied, “Fuck off, Asshole! I thought you were in love with me… Oh God, Ethan, I'm so sorry; please forgive me and forget I ever said that. You have made your point, ok. Fuck…shit!! I so wanted your right foot, leg and thigh up my cunt.”
I answered, “The bet was for my right foot, leg and thigh because I would be facing and seeing your cock and green, emerald eyes and gorgeous face…I said nothing about the left!”
Carter beamed and yelled, “Doggie position! I will accept that as my consolation prize! Now, LTC Terra, show me your big gun!” I dropped my pants and underwear and presented my swelling, puffing, chubby cock to Carter.
“Not That Big Gun!!…Silly!…the Firearm!” He shook his head in laughter. I moved beside him and removed the S&W 500 Magnum and carefully handed it to Carter with the safety on. His arm and shoulder were still sore from the spearing and Archery, but he managed it well.
“Ethan, get behind me and hold my arms steady, please. It is so big and heavy; until I have more lean definition, I need the support.” He stated. I obliged his request. I was still half naked with my pants down to my knees and my erection swelling.
I suggested, “Aim for that half-worn big old black spruce over there at fifty yards.” He did so, and I joined behind him, pressing my erection into the middle butt seam of his loose khakis. He moaned as I helped him steady the gun. I pressed close and jabbed my hard cock into his pants. “Now. You look lined up, so squeeze the trigger slowly.” Carter did precisely that after flipping the safety.
The revolver spun, and the round flew out of the chamber; his arms and body ricocheted back into me even more. The black spruce fucking exploded like the trees on the forest moon of Endor when the Hover speeders blasted away at them in Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. Carter slipped the safety back on and gasped.
“Holy Fuck! Dirty Harry, here I cum. I can’t imagine using this on a person…nothing would be left so that it would be reserved for bad bears, moose, or out-of-control wild animals. I hope I never have to put down one of God's Creatures.” He placed the weapon on the flat horizontal part of the rock. Undid his belt and bent over. I was glad he was doing so well in firearm safety; Now his perfectly toned ass is in my sights.
“Fuck me fast and hard, Ethan…just your spit for lube.” He begged with those intense green eyes. He leaned over with his elbows on the large rock, staring out into the picturesque distance, where the valley, town, lake, and ocean created a picture-postcard snapshot. I knelt and parted Carter’s wonder hot ass cheeks and brought my entire mouth, lips and tongue to eat and suck his hole. I probed as deep as I possibly could with my stubbled face bashed so far up his boy-cunt that my nose barely could draw in breath as my tongue tip was deep in his hole on his prostate and vesicle.
Carter moaned and sighed, “Oh Fuck, Ethan; your tongue is so deep you're going to make me cum; you are so good at eating my cunt. Fuck I love you so much; pound my pussy with your big rock cock, please, lover.” I quickly rose and, in one fell swoop, bashed my 11” raging red cock balls deep into Carter’s pussy. He cried out as I saw several spurts of his hot, white cum splash on the dark, large stone that was like a natural piece of sex furniture. I grabbed his hair as he loved the rough fucking; my other hand alternating to his shoulders; sometimes I took both his hands and held them tight behind him. I have never had any Twink except Carter that can take such a violent and near hip-breaking ass pounding. He often pushed back hard, bringing our slapping bodies from my pubic bones to his ass and cheeks like some manufacturing brutal stamping press.
A few minutes later, as I was fucking him with all my might, my lover cried out.
“Oh Fuck Ethan! I'm going to cum…OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDD AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” The lovely, veined, sandy grey with black streak rock that was our support was splashed and sprayed with Carter’s exploding, white, boiling semen.
A minute later, I proclaimed, “I am going to shoot boy. You want breeding or down your throat?”
Carter pantingly replied, “As always, half and half…the best cream of all!” Of course, I obliged.
“OOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK CCCCCCCUUUUMMMMMM CCCCCCUUUUUMMMMMM YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” I blew three torrent snakes up his wet, dripping boy-cunt and then pinched and pulled out. Carter swung around so fast with that lovely mouth and hair. I blasted another five white hot, creamy, powerful volleys down his parched tongue, and a few covered his mouth, lips, cheeks and face. Once I was done and he salivating licked my cum and juice-covered cock clean, he rose to my lips, and we passionately kissed and swirled my hot, sweet and salty semen back and forth as our tongues danced and we shared his cunt juice and my cum for almost twenty minutes. We hugged and looked at the beauty below.
“This is an incredible spot, Ethan. I mean, the views from our patio, pool, and yard are fantastic, but I think this runup here several times a week should be on the sex and training regimen list,” he said.
“I was hoping so,” I replied. We cuddled, got dressed, and collected our arms and weapons, then headed back down to our home.
The rest of the day, I showed Carter the fireman’s emergency pole, the training floor with combat mazes, and the bunker communications basement. He was very interested in all of it, especially the martial arts weaponry. He was also thrilled that I had paint guns, rubber, and fake weapons, so that we could spar and play combat war games both inside and outside.
He said, “Ethan, with my photographic memory, the best way for me to learn all this is either by doing or watching; by chance, do you have training videos over the decades of your recruit training and combat practice exercises?”
I answered, “Well, yes, of course. I will send you the secure link to all training visuals and reading materials. Along with the best workout routines for the muscles, we need to build on the guides for you and the entire training task group, as well as the F4 Phantom.
He rubbed my back, kissed my lips and stated, “I hope I never have to fight for my life; but more than that, I will be fighting for you because I promise never to leave you, Ethan Terra…Ever, I am so crazy in Love with you!” I am so in Love with Carter; love knows no bounds, and I swear to do my best to live as long as possible to be with him. We continued with training on firearms, edged weapons, and IT AI.
At 6 pm, we finished our regular healthy supper. Carter stated,
“I want us to go back down to the sex dungeon so you can work my cunt and get your right leg in me doggie position as we discussed, but give me a few hours to organize it first, as it is driving me batshit crazy.”
I giggled and replied, “Of course, my love; you have so much work to do here, but be brief as we need to work that pussy of yours wider and deeper.” He moaned, sighed, smiled, and headed off to do as he needed. This time for fun, he headed to the fireman's pole and slid down to the dungeon next level, after putting on an open ass jock. Meanwhile, I read up more on electrical stimulation to the brain and the sex pleasure centres. Carter’s BSR (Brain Stimulation Reward) was likely permanently fired up in a continuous, never-ending nuclear-like chain reaction, as well as much higher dopamine levels. It occurred to me then that he would be susceptible to addiction; I sensed he was told this. He has a real aversion to drugs and uses alcohol very sparingly. Sex, however, that addiction…Well, I can live with that!
A few hours later, he called me down. I slid down the pole as well after throwing on a jock to protect the goods. Wow! I was in awe! It was so much better. Carter took me around to see all the equipment, implements, and instruments. All the dildos, sounds, floggers, canes, crops, handcuffs, and CBT items were organized alphabetically by class, type, size, and colour. I was impressed by his brilliance. Then I saw that he had moved a large mirror so that it was in front of the king-size bondage bed; at the bed foot was an equestrian anal douche condom that farmers and vets use on horse anal and vagina exams, as well as a bucket of water based X -lube; I had just ordered several containers so wanted to try it out. The coconut oil is excellent, but it can get greasy and messy during cleanup.
I said, “Oh, that is brilliant also, the mirror at the headboard of the king-size bondage bed. Glad you found the massive silicone condoms, my feet, toes and nails are in great shape, but have seen more use in my 48 years than your lovelies have.”
Carter answered, “Well, of course. Then, when you get your foot, leg and thigh in my boy cunt tonight, doggie position, we can see each other and share our pleasure and love; I thought for my first time going this big and deep that the massive condom would reduce friction.”
I stated, “Well, we'd best both do some stretching with the bungee swings and dildos of our choice.” Carter grinned from ear to ear. He fetched the 4XL Atlas for himself, and I got the 3XL Sea Horse. We X-lubed up and rode for about half an hour, stopping each time as we edged and just had mini boy cums. He was saving his massive main blow for my foot, leg and thigh.
“Ethan, my boy-cunt is ready and begging, so let's head to the bed, please,” he requested.
“Of Course. Get in the position, and I will lube that huge, pretty-pussy.” I spoke. He did so, and I grabbed the x-anal lube. Carter got into a doggie position and was blooming his sweet rose bud. It now, in a short time, came out and inch and was an incredible 4” wide; oh, so beautiful. I just had to taste and eat that gorgeous, blooming pussy. I pressed my face, lips and mouth deep over his massive hole. As my tongue swirled and my mouth sucked, he went absolutely wild.
“Oh, Fuck Ethan! You must be the world's best Boy-cunt eater ever. More please. More!” Carter pleaded and pressed and rotated his ass and hips as I continued to lick, suck and eat his sweet, tangy inner flesh; he tasted so young and sweet like fresh ripe pears and cantaloupe. He was getting close to cumming just from my cunt slathering and devouring, so I slowed and withdrew.
With considerable ease, with his pussy winking and blooming at me, I inserted my left hand and arm and funnelled in about two cups of the x-lube. Carter moaned, groaned and sighed as he ground back his boy-cunt on my hand and arm. He was so open and smooth with that controllable hole. If anyone deserved a lover who had control of involuntary muscles, especially sex and internal organs, it was me!
Carter stated, “Ethan, that arm feels so nice, but I am dying for the other big appendage; please bust my boy-pussy wide open, my love.” Well, you know what I always say…sure can’t resist that now, can I?
I withdrew my hand from his boy-cunt and grabbed the giant condom and slowly and seductively slid it onto my left foot, leg and far up my thigh to about five inches from my pubes. This would be so much fun because once I am deep as possible, both my hands and arms should be able to reach Carter’s cock, balls, shoulder, face and mouth; both of us will relish in his eruption and share in a boy cum feast to end all boy cum feasts.
Seeing his sweet, angelic, youthful face, with those incredible emerald-green eyes and the long, dark, messy hair in the mirror as he watched me prepare and slide up the covering was so much fun. His legs spread so wide, and the begging boy cunt hole winking and rose budding like Morse code with his loving mouth wide open, salivating for my penetration. Once the condom was on, I lubed it copiously with the slick X-Lube. As soon as my left foot entered his begging hole, he let out the sweetest and beautiful gasp, sigh, moan and groan.
“Oh, Fuck Ethan! This feels so different from the fist and dildos; the pressure and sensations are incredible. I am so glad I gave it to you first; now lover plough please, fucking plough me!” He spoke.
With more gasps, moans and groans and his mouth open like Pavarotti at the aria climax, I slowly slid my foot and lower leg deep up his anal cunt; he was able to see in the mirror and feel my knee pop into his rectum. I literally could feel his recto-sigmoid second hole open like a wormhole; it was so unbelievable the pleasure he was able to control and give himself. Amazingly, he is alive at all after such an electrocution, but to cum away with these exceptional abilities and ultra-heightened sex capabilities, I had to wonder what would happen to his brain if he ever got shocked again. The mob and underworld crime factions are infamous for using tasers in kidnappings; We might just consult his neurologist if he agreed someday.
Before I knew it, my knee was at his splenic flexure and my foot deep in his ballroom near his hepatic junction. In another minute, my thigh was as deep as it could go, and my oozing, dripping cock was rubbing together with Carter’s.
He hollered, “Oh Fuck, Ethan! It feels so incredible. Please fuck my cunt with your muscular legs; make me blow huge!” Slowly, I began to thrust in and out as Carter continued to moan and groan louder and more frenzied. He surprisingly started to pound back and eat my leg. The size of his anal ring was at least 9” wide with a circumference of almost 28” as I fucked my lover’s massive cunt with my entire left leg. Faster, I sped up like an incline bike machine as Carter rode back fucking my leg. In a few minutes, I could feel his prostate and huge cock start to have the most incredible orgasm of his life. It was now evident to me that during group play, he would likely be able to take not just three fists, but possibly four. His anus, rectum, sigmoid and colon have an ability unheard of; likely able to achieve new human penetration records.
He cried out, throwing his head back and mouth so open as I felt his prostate and vesicle expand and start to pump like a repeating shotgun.
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK IIIIIIAAAAAAAMMMMM CCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!”
My cupped hands were drenched with pelting, exploding semen splashing all about our thighs and legs. I also ejaculated hands-free, blows, loads all up in the air, landing all over his sweet back, hair and ass cheeks. Carter, after five minutes, must have achieved close to a full cup of cum in my hands and all over our groins. I added in my part cup and together fed us each our wonderful afternoon/evening cum feast. He sucked and swallowed and licked my hands and fingers clean of his precious white cream.
In another twenty minutes, I slowly withdrew my leg. He ejaculated some more as I watched his new rosebud bloom out about 2 inches and a bit over five inches. Naturally, I partook and licked his rosy boy flesh some more. Afterwards, I slithered up beside him; we face-sucked for an hour, passionately, wildly kissing and sharing our cum.
“Holy Shit! That was fantastic, Ethan. If I can do that, I think I can do possibly six fists and arms, but likely no more. My hips would break, or my pubic bones pull apart. It's unfortunate, as we only know Rowan here, while you have a history with Brian and Kyle. Billy and Mark, could we contact them through Tammy? But you know, I am feeling bad for Justin being abandoned in our Montreal Condo. I wish we could have him and Francois here, too. I did like my quick play time with Francois, and we owe him for the T’s Toothpaste revelation, don’t we?”
I responded, “All things in good time, Carter. Now, let's get showered and some food, and back to more training.” He sighed, and we did so.
I was impressed by how quickly he was able to review my training videos and manuals. We conducted more extensive research on the weapons and training level, and he plowed through hundreds of visual, aural and word pieces of information in record time. It was almost as if he had developed an artificial intelligence. He was gifted with extreme hyper-savant syndrome.
The next few days played out the same; he was getting stronger and more ripped and sculpting faster than I had imagined. We only slept for six hours. Each night, I continued to slowly fuck him with my huge cock deep in his lovely hole, milking his prostate all night as he moaned and ejaculated lightly but continuously. He dedicated himself so intensely to our sex and anal penetration orgasms and cum eating; equally, he continued the military training, surprising me with his fast progress. In just three days, he had reached a level that would usually take a soldier three months to achieve. When he slept, and I slow fucked him, he listened to the videos and training manuals, including combat, weapons, explosives, self-defense, anatomy, and of course the complete book about Gracie the F4 Phantom Hybrid; it was all set to read text to speech with his wireless ear buds in as he was sure his brain could memorize even while asleep, dreaming. I decided he had given so much hard work that not only would we party at Fiona’s on Saturday night, but I would also, as a surprise gift to Carter, secretly send flight tickets to Justin and Francois. They were both ecstatic and were expected to land on Saturday in the early evening. I booked them a suite together at the best five-star place close to the Airport and Fiona’s Bar. I was sure they would not mind. I requested that they go to the Bar first, as I had arranged a late check-in and prepaid the suite for a full 2 weeks. So, they would not meet until we were all at Fiona’s. I was anxious to see how connections would all play out.
Before we knew it, we were here on Saturday, July 5th, at 5 PM. I had promised Carter that he could drive the dune buggy into town. After we had showered and douched, dressed in jeans and shirts, we headed out. We both knew we were hoping to play later tonight at my Hangar Dungeon with Rowan, and possibly Bryan, Kyle, Billy, and Mark. What Carter did not know was the secret surprise invite to Francois and Justin.
Once we were down in the garage, I started to show Carter the buggy. It immediately became apparent that he had memorized the entire guidebook and likely knew it more intimately than even I. Once we were both strapped in and buckled up, the garage door lowered. I spoke.
“Now just go ssssslllllooooooowowowwwwoooow FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK Carter! Slow Down! Jesus Christ!” He turned her on and took off as we came jumping out, hitting small hills and bounding into the air several feet. I was a bit scared, but he was doing an excellent job, even though lots of grass, bush, brush and dirt were flying into the air. He hollered and yelled, "Woo-wee!" He does have a lot of bad-boy testosterone built up that he needs to get out. I wondered how he would handle the F4 Phantom at dawn?
We finally got down to the main Hamilton River Road…alive…and flew into town. Suddenly, Carter stopped and pulled over. I was puzzled as he stared straight ahead.
“Carter, my love, is all, ok?” I asked. He had stopped and was staring back and forth at two advertising signs. One said, Tattoos this way…the other said, Husky Puppies for sale this way. I had to cave, I wanted him to be happy, and I was not ever doing combat in war theatres ever again, so fuck it; Tats and Dogs here we cum!
I continued, “Alright, tomorrow after you have flown Gracie, Tattoos first, and a husky puppy on the way home.”
Carter screamed, “Oh, Ethan, thank you!” I love you so much!” He undid his seat belt and straddled me, kissing me passionately while half the town drove by honking and hollering. Finally, we continued to Fiona’s. We would need to start thinking about names for the home and the dog. I wonder which gender he will want.
We pulled in and parked in front of Fiona’s. As we headed for the door, I asked,
“Are you excited for your first night out on the Town with me?”
Carter answered, “Thrilled beyond belief…But I am still 5 months away from being legal drinking here at 19, as I was legal in Quebec for 7 months now at 18.”
I said, “Relax, Carter, up here in these parts, as long as you are not driving and not getting completely wasted, Fiona will serve as long as Designated drivers are legal and not drinking, so tonight I am Designated Driver for leaving here to go wherever, so enjoy modestly, ok.”
I opened the door, and we walked in. In the far corner nearest the stage, there sat Justin and Francois in a booth, just a few feet from the curved pine bar. I had texted each of them descriptions and said they would be roomies at their Suite in Town. Carter looked ahead and waved and smiled to Rowan at the bar. Then Rowan pointed and looked at the booth. I thought Carter was going to explode even more now with joy!
He ran to them both, yelling, “Justin! Francoise! My God, what are you guys doing here! Holy Shit!!”
Justin answered, “It is a surprise from Ethan for you!”
Carter gave me a huge hug and then ran to the boys, doing the same to them. He asked,
“So how long are you guys here for?”
Francoise replied, “I think at least a few weeks or so...maybe longer; Ethan is paying for all, so up to him.” We all sat down, and Rowan came over from the bar, followed by another gorgeous young man. He was very tall, at 6ft 3, the same height as I, with dark brown, short hair parted in the middle, giving him a resemblance to a young Ethan Hawke. Beautiful.
Rowan said, “Hi, Carter and Ethan! Great to see you all; I hope we can see more of one another later. (We all Giggled) This young man here is Blake, and he is my first cousin, Fiona’s son. Blake will be your server tonight.”
I asked, “Where is that lovely Fiona anyway?”
Blake answered, “Oh, when she heard that Ethan Terra was in Town, she wanted to go get premium seafood and extra healthy dishes. Mom adores you, Mr.Terra.”
I replied, “Informal, First name, please, guys! We are all over 18 years old, with me being old enough to be Daddy to you all!” The table erupted into laughter. Just then, Fiona walked in and ran to me with groceries in tow; she planted a big kiss on my lips.
“Ethan Terra, my God! You look wonderful, and this green-eyed God must be Carter. Rowan has been talking about you so much since he arrived a week ago, or at least it seems that way. We will catch up later, Ethan. We are expecting a big crowd tonight, as word has spread that you are coming here. The international airborne corner is filling up with the young 18+ military cadets and other enlisted or officers, most of whom know you very well. Congrats, Carter, Ethan is the best man I know!” Said Fiona. We all exchanged more pleasantries, and she walked back to the kitchen; Rowan was not far behind. Blake took our drinks order and left to fulfill it.
Carter said to the three of us, “Blake is fucking hot! Looks so much like that young Ethan Hawk. Boy, the cum I have split about him.” We all giggled. I noticed that Francoise was intensely looking at Justin the entire time. Some weird squirming and tension were forming between the two. I last fucked Fiona more than 20 years ago, and Blake was not mine. Fiona was not sure who the father of Blake was, as she was a promiscuous teenager and into her twenties.
I asked, “So Justin, after I gave you the link to the security system and you have been staying at our place these past weeks, how are you doing with the Dildos and Fuck-machines?”
Justin answered, “Well, Great and my hole is very huge and happy. I am anxious for fists and arms and huge ejaculations with other guys, but on a sour note, I am jobless. The Condo Management company fired me on July 2nd, because they found out I have been staying at your place, and well, I sort of …of…have moved my few personal belongings into the spare room because without a job, my boarding place tossed me out.”
Carter was so pissed, “Well, that is not right…Did the condo board vote you out?”
Justin replied, “No, the condo board and owners love me and have no issue with me living with you guys, but it is that cunt Mary at the condo management company who is not comfortable with it. They emailed Ethan to confirm my allowance to reside there, and Ethan said yes, it was granted indefinitely, but that bitch still canned my ass…even tried to have me ejected from the building.”
I interjected, “I would not worry about it, your new job awaits upon your return.”
Justin asked, “New Job? What new Job?”
I answered, “I bought the condo management company. The deal closed last night. You are now the new building complex manager, and Mary is under you…or can her ass…I couldn't care less. I always thought she was a total cunt bitch anyway!” Justin began to weep and bawl. Carter whispered in my ear.
“You are such a good man…God, I am so in Love with you … Thank you!”
I continued, “And you, Francoise, have you thought about my offer?” Carter was so right, he did look a lot like Scotty Clarke, Helix porn star.
Carter reached under the table, smiled and squeezed my cock and balls.
Francoise smiled and answered, “I gave my notice yesterday to the sex shop. It was enjoyable, but not a career path. Selling crime scene and mob hit clean-up packages sounds much more interesting than selling dildos and sex toys.”
Carter said, “That is fantastic, guys. We will all be close in Montreal and can have regular orgies at our place.” We both noticed Francoise could not keep his eyes off Justin. Remember that Justin is not homely, but instead has a unique appearance, similar to Eddie Redmayne, with facial and body scars, as well as some slightly misaligned features.
Justin, in an emo melo drama voice, said to Francoise, “Out with it, Francoise, I know I am not hot like all you other boys here.”
Francoise screwed up his face and replied, “No…noy hot bit not ugly…but my cock is hard and wet and if you do not kiss me right now, I am leaving because I am not sure if I know anything about love at first sight…but…but…Justin…I….I….I.”
Justin leaned over, and the two sucked face so aggressively with wild salivating spit all over each other, sucking tongues and mouths as their hands went under the table. They did not stop until Fiona suddenly appeared on the stage to make an announcement. The place had filled up with several dozen locals and about 60 members of the airborne military crew.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special guest and friend to all of us tonight. LTC Ethan Terra is in the house!” Well, even I was surprised. The entire bar and roadhouse erupted into hoots and hollers and applause, with the military boys all standing, applauding, and saluting - it brought a tear to my eyes. I stood and waved.
Francoise said, “Justin and Carter had told me you were in the military, Ethan, but what exactly did you do?”
Carter answered, “You know the movies John Wick, The Equalizer, Nobody, Jason Bourne, James Bond, etc.?”
Francoise replied, “Yes, of course, I love those action spy black ops flicks.” Carter smiled and pointed at me.
Francoise replied, “Holy Fucking Shit!”
Justin said, “I know it's true. There are a few other retired Military badass types in our building, and it is all they talk about: the trainer of all trainers, the exterminator, the terror, the ET. It is you, that there is no doubt.”
I was about to reply when, for the last hour since we arrived, Fiona had a random music playlist over the sound system. I hear the tap dancing and the soft sound at the beginning of Paula Abdul's 'Straight Up. Carter’s private strip tune. He suddenly raised his head, smiling like the Donling and said,
“I have to get it out and over with Ethan!”
I gasped and said, “Carter, no, please…Wait Carter, no…oh Fuck…” Fiona came over and asked,
“Ethan…What the fuck…Rowan, get back behind the bar right now!”
Rowan replied as he ran to join Carter on the stage, “I work here! I am not letting him go up there alone without management representation.” Justin and Francoise giggled when they were not eating each other’s faces.
I said, “So sorry, Fiona, Carter has a strip fantasy to this tune; I will get the boys down right away.”
Fiona replied powerfully, “Bullshit, you will not…this is my fucking bar, and the entire Airborne and Gay bikers just ordered double rounds…let it play out; they are both so fucking hot…Yes, I know an aunt should not be talking about her nephew like that, but fuck I want to see his hard cock, sweet ass and big balls!”
Just like Fiona said, as the music continued and the boys were naked, the bar went completely wild with excitement. Fiona walked away and called in even more staff as she stared intently at the two hot boys with near 8” raging, dripping erections dancing with the two brass poles at the sides of the stage.
Rowan did awesome following Carter’s lead. When the tune hit the Paula Abdul singing oh oh-oh-oh part, and the two hot 18-year-old Twinks swung around and swung their hot-toned asses, the bar went into pandemonium with euphoric hoots and hollers and more rounds of drinks. I was even pleased at how incredible Carter looked. In just a week, with my guidance, much more muscle and fibrous-toned sculpting was developing. It was clear that Rowan, in all his Red Carrot top Ginger beauty, had also spent some time in the gym. But Carter was off the charts, Justin and Francoise were awestruck as the two hung young men danced naked with such great chemistry and timing.
Just then, Blake arrived with our food. He was dear in the headlights, seeing the 18-year-old boys naked dancing, and the bar packed and orders going exponentially. After he dropped our food, he sat down with us. He was speechless watching. I looked as he stared, especially at his cousin Rowan. I saw not just lust but love with a tiny tear in his eye.
I said, “Blake, are you ok?” He shook his head yes as a tear dropped to the table.
I continued, “Does your Mom Know you are in love with Rowan?”
Blake suddenly turned his head and gorgeous face to speak to me, saying, “No…Rowan and I both knew when we were younger, at the dozen or so family events, that we had developed deep feelings for each other. Now at 18, when we saw each other last weekend after our first shift together, he invited me back to his room at a local motel. We were all over each other naked in seconds. We made love all night long. I am so in love with him, Ethan, and Mom does not even know I am gay.”
I answered, “I am here to help Blake, but your mom is not stupid…and she has me as a friend and fuck buddy decades ago, so I know she is cool and wants nothing but happiness for you.” Just then, the tune ended, and Carter and Rowan began to take their bows at the bar; the audience gave a standing ovation, accompanied by cries of "well done" sentiment all around.
As the boys approached the table with their clothes in hand, Fiona came over and said,
“What the fuck do you two Twinks think you are doing. Get your fucking asses back up there until 9 PM. You are now on contract, and every Saturday night from 7:00 to 9:00 PM will be CARS night. Carter and Rowan Strip Night.” The two hotties dropped their clothes and ran back up with encore applause from the entire bar…save for one asshole group.
“You get those fucking Queer Faggots off the stage right now or I am calling the police.” I stood up and turned. The music stopped, but the bar did not go quiet; instead, the entire airborne boys and the gay biker crew stood up. I sensed their support, along with that of dozens of locals I had saved.
As I turned, I said to the large, obese Bible Biker, “I think you and your nine dogs’ best apologize and leave, sir.”
He answered, “Fuck you Faggot!” He swung a closed fist at me. I ducked and grabbed his wrist and compressed his median nerve. He fell to his knees and cried like a pussy in screaming agony. The entire bar gasped, knowing I could kill all 10 of them in about 50 seconds.
I stated, “That is your median nerve at a pain level of 5, if I get to 6, you will piss your pants, seven likely shit, eight perhaps pass out, 9 Cardiac arrest, 10 likely death.” Just then, the main door opened, and in walked Larry with his hand on his pistol.
Larry walked over and said, “Mr. Reverend Biker Sir, I think you'd best apologize to my friends and work buddies and then get your pathetic asses the fuck out of this town before I disappear you all.”
The dumb ass yelled, “Please forgive us, and we are so sorry; we deeply apologize for our rude insults. Leaving now…the boys are stunning; we are just closeted…please let us go in peace.” I released the sad man, and Larry escorted them out. The Bar erupted into further hoots and applause. I nodded and motioned to Carter and Rowan to get back up there and continue. They did so all smiling.
Blake ran to naked Rowan partway there and pulled him to his side. They walked to Fiona. Blake spoke as the two 18-year-old boys held hands.
“Mom, we have something to tell you.”
Fiona replied, “Blake, you are my son; Rowan, you are my nephew. I love you both. I already know, having watched the two of you together this entire week, that you both are in Love with each other. I'm sure you have been fucking your brains out, and I couldn't care less as long as you both are being careful and are happy. But right now, Blake, I need your help at the bar and kitchen. Rowan, get your sweet cock balls and ass back up there with Greek God Carter; you don’t get your ass off that stage till 9 PM, got it!”
More applause erupted. Blake, Rowan and Fiona had a nice kiss as she pressed close to feel her nephew's large erection; she spanked his ass cheeks as they headed back up to the stage. More music played, and the two ridiculously hot 18-year-old Twinks continued to dance naked. It was like a Vegas bar, and everyone loved it.
At 9 PM, the boys returned to eat. Blake brought back their food, which had been exposed to the hot lights, to keep it warm. At 10 PM, a local folk-country rock group arrived, along with extra staff that Fiona had called in.
Blake and Rowan came to the table and said, “Mom-auntie said we can go early as she has called in the backup staff, so what do you guys want to do?”
Carter answered, “Ethan is driving the dune buggy, but we thought the six of us would head to our Hangar Dungeon and have an all-night six-guy orgy all of us sucking, fucking and fisting each other no matter who we were in love with, It is open Twink season; we thought about inviting Brian, Kyle, Billy and Mark, but they all seem to have their orgy plan for tonight anyway, so we heard, so another time with them later, ten guys is a lot?”
Blake said, “Oh Fuck Yeah, please.”
Rowan answered, “Triple, please!”
I answered, “Ok…Blake, you have a truck, so can Justin and Francoise ride with you? Just follow us into the air base. I have security clearance, so no issues with my personal Hangar.” All nodded and understood.
I paid and left a massive tip for Blake. Fuck so hot as well; I was dying to see his cock, as he was the only cock that Carter and I had not yet seen. We were heading to the door, and Fiona came running over. She gave her son and nephew a kiss and said,
“Have safe fun, boys. I love you both, and I give you my blessing. Ethan and Carter will teach and show you all you need to know about Guy-on-guy sex, so y’all six of you go fuck your brains out, and we will see you Monday at 6 AM Open.” We giggled and departed for our Fuck Fest with rock cocks dripping all around!
