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So sexy, slow, and sultry did my Carter slide and squiggle over the bed, straddling my hips with his very hard and engorged 9” +, dripping penis. His eyes were so lovely, emerald, green more than ever, like electric jade. He leaned over my face and just stared at me with half a smirk and a smile about a foot from my lips. My God, he is even more gorgeous than before, despite his swollen, bruised face. He was returning to normal quickly, as the cold bath and therapies had reduced his swelling and bruising.
He was a changed young man. He was no longer that petrified, terrified boy who crawled across the dark, rough gravel parking lot at the grocery store to slither into my truck of salvation; no, he was more substantial and weighty, cold and severe; he was a soldier now!
It was with deep mixed emotions that I now saw in his soul not just love, but also an understanding of what it meant to fight for one's life and for one's love. He knew now what it was like to have two choices: You either kill this man or person, or they will kill you. Thinking from experience, I will share that no one can ever imagine what it feels like to take the life of another person, especially when, if you did not, they would have likely taken yours or the lives of those you cared for or were trying to protect and love…it is hands down the absolutely worst thing a man can endure. But as soldiers and lovers, it is what we do; the madness continues.
Like I said before, the line borrowed from the Troy Movie; war, military conflict, men battling each other to the death…it is old men talking and young men dying. It changes a man's heart; those who may be reading and are soldiers and veterans — you know precisely what I mean.
It is the worst possible thing to have done and be burdened with. It is he or me…only one will survive. That is why so many of us deep throat our pistols; please stop! As I have opened my heart to love with Carter, so should you, with a love that is waiting or found. Know you are forgiven! Many we killed were evil; the world is a better place with them at peace in the next life or the underworld.
All I know is that we must forgive ourselves. We fight for a cause and for the lives and love of others. Were we right…or wrong…All I know is that there is evil and innocence in this world, and since falling in love with Carter, I have come to realize that Love and Tolerance are the only things that will save humanity. Until we reach 100% truth in that Love, acceptance and tolerance…people killing people will sadly continue. So much awful pain; so unnecessary for us to suffer and endure.
Carter was changed with that now. There is no turning back and undoing when others are dead. A sense of serious guilt and shame pierces and permeates one's heart, mind, body & soul. Carter knew now that killing is never to be done lightly; one never knows the other person's life or the footprints in their journey. It's so easy to say that when suddenly two men are pitted against one another in combat, fighting for their lives, their families, and their lovers, it becomes a matter of survival.
A tear dropped from his eyes onto my face, then another, and another as Prince and Purple Rain speak-singing about the " never meant to hurt you” line repeated. His eyes glistened, sparkling a brilliant electric green as they welled with tears.
“I am so sorry, Carter, my love, my everything. You know if you had not done what you did, it would be me weeping over your lifeless severed body… You know I would end it without you. You saved me, Carter, and I am so in love with you, my life, my everything.” I spoke.
He said in an emotional, shaky voice, “I know you are sorry. I am so sorry I killed those men, but I was certain they were going to kill me or Francois. I tried to injure them, but they would not stop. Ethan, the moronic idiots would just not fucking stop!” More tears and weeping erupted. He was still rock hard and dripping and rubbing my massive erection on his anal hole.
“You saved us, Carter! You saved us! You borrowed from evil men. Love and tolerance were why you did it in the first place. You forgave your parents' mistakes and poor judgments and saved your mom from a life of pain in a bed and chair. We paid them (Irish mob) back with interest and then extra.
The mistake was the stupid actions of the two who chased you in a dangerous terrain over a shortage of $300 fucking dollars…like seriously? So here we are, and now they are… dead… because this all started because you were $300 short on your first weekly loan installment. This is why escalation is the root of all evil. Something like a grain of sand on the beach of life becomes so trivial and important to irrational men; they turn that one sand grain into an ocean floor of conflict.
No wonder we are on the brink of global self-destruction…we are all so irrational and overemotional and not focused on love and tolerance. I hope the world can change, but trust me, my love, you did what you did for love. For our love because you knew neither of us could survive without the other. I am sorry for the pain and the changed man you are now; I am so Glad you are here, over me, alive! Alive! Thank God! I am so in love with you!”
I reached up and we hugged and kissed so passionately and unforgivingly. We squeezed each other so tight! Nova jumped up on the bed and got right close and licked our faces and tears, smirking at our naked loving. It was so adorable!
After part of an hour of holding, hugging, and kissing (Dog Tongue included- cleanest thing, right?), we both got hold of our emotions.
Suddenly, Carter half-smiled and said, “Fuck I can stand that anymore!” He got up and went to the far window of the condo master bedroom, where we were. I was puzzled, as was Nova, as we both screwed up our faces. Carter grabbed a magazine from the table and slapped it against the windowpane.
He stated, “Fucking fruit fly in December! What is this world and climate change coming to!” Then he huffed and sighed and walked out of the bedroom. Nova moaned and grunted as we looked at each other, like he was going nuts. We heard a lot of grunting and banging on the shower wall. Then he walked out to the main room and returned with the rest of the cognac and the two plastic goblets. He had switched the music to Dark Country Rock and Blues, suitable for this life chapter.
I sat up some as he straddled my still half-hard cock; his had partially deflated some as well…still both beautifully chubby and swollen, hot and horny, but taking our time and needed to get this out, you know.
I asked, “What was that all about?”
He giggled and replied, “Did you not see and hear that fucking fruit fly flapping its wings all around the window. And that incessant fucking drip from the jacuzzi tub had to be silenced; the low whistle from the corked Cognac was speaking volumes to me to finish it!” Nova and I looked at each other and then back at Carter.
Carter said, “Yeah, okay…Well, out with it…ask away!”
I replied, “Your senses are multiplied and increased exponentially, aren’t they? You can see, hear, smell, taste, feel inside and out, and sense things that none of us can. The double taser shocks to your brain and nervous system like a domino multiplier after your teenage lightning accident …Yes?”
“Yes!” He answered calmly, quietly, and coldly, staring straight at me so lovingly. “Not quite like the Movie Lucy with Scarlett Johansson, but partially similar; I can feel, see, hear, taste and smell it all. Fuck Nova, you need a bath.” He (the dog) ruffed and went back down to the floor.
“Ethan, you are so beautiful. Your blood flowing, your heart pounding, your lungs breathing, your electrical signals pulsing and firing…if humanity knew just how incredible our bodies are to see them in their full internal function, past the handsome flesh, hair and outer dermis. I see it all, I hear it all, I taste and smell your musk and scent…it is driving me so wild and horny to feel it all.”
I answered, “And in addition to this, now you have complete control over your voluntary and involuntary muscle fibres, organs and central nervous system. Is there anything else that has changed you? How are your injuries and dislocations?”
Carter huffed and puffed; we sat up, still dripping and erect, poured ourselves each some cognac, took a big swallow, and answered, “Almost fully healed. I can regulate my metabolism and focus my cells on specific tasks, whether it be repair or pleasure. Can we focus on the pleasure, please now, my love, my Ethan?”
I answered by pulling him close to me, my hands on the back of his perfect head. His long dark hair dangling so perfectly, and those big green, emerald eyes piercing my heart and soul. We have kissed so passionately these past six months, but not like this. This was passion and wild wet face sucking like we have never done, eating our mouths and tongues. I felt my penis get so hard. Carter's dick was bigger than I had ever seen before at 9+” and dripping like a tap, not quite off. His semen and cum are searing hot like the sun's plasma. My own dick must have been close to a foot long. I was so turned on with his incredible face, hair, eyes and body before me. He moved forward and up on his knees to rub my cock head on his roasting open anal cunt hole. MY leaking huge dick had more than enough pre-lube for his open, gaping cunt.
After a few seductive, very dark, sexy grinds, while the dark country blues and rock random selections played, Carter plunged balls deep down on my titanium cock. Immediately, he tightened all the flesh, folds, curves, and valves of his tunnel. He has mounted me hundreds of times like this, but never did he milk my cock with such tight control of his pleasure tunnel.
Not only was it nearly like I was jerking off with four tight, closed fists, but the extreme pleasure that he was giving himself was out of this world. After several minutes of kissing and nearly sucking my dick off with his tight, gripping, steaming, soaking anal hole, he proceeded to get up on his feet as he grabbed the top edge of the mounted leather headboard.
Now he really went to town with his huge dick, slapping and banging against my upper chest and belly, like a Phil Collins drum solo. Carter was moaning and groaning so intensely as he pounded down on my cock and hips, milking and grasping so tight every millimetre, having the entire King Bed bouncing and shaking; Nova looked on with his dog smirk smile…think he is jealous and needs a good dog ass fucking. We will see if we can find another pooch with a big cock to fuck his dog ass!
I was getting so close to cumming one of the most oversized loads in Carter I had in months. He screamed and hollered,
“Oh, Ethan Fuck! Your cock is so fucking big tonight! I am going to cum huge lover…ahh…fuck! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSS!”
I answered, “I am breeding you again, boy, OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK AAAAAHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS”
It was so perfect and incredible; his massive semen snake streams that exploded from Carter’s huge 9”+ dick splashed in lines from my upper chest to all over my face, lips and mouth; several volleys of his sweet creamy white cum down my throat was the best after these last few days to eat and taste his again.
After he had milked every drop of my screaming cum out of his 11” cock, he brought his sweet boy cunt above my mouth and face and squatted and released damn near a half cup of my cum load all over my face and mouth to mix in with his near cup worth of cum. Of course, minutes later, we were face sucking and eating it all up together in the most romantic, passionate open-mouth and tongue kiss of our entire lovemaking half year together.
Carter asked with half a giggle, “Soldier, saviour, old man, are you feeling strong enough to double fist my boy-cunt in the sling?”
He replied, “Fuck you, you 19-year-old Twink; yes, the old man is strong enough!” I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder, for the first time realizing how truly ripped and shredded he was. Every major muscle group popped perfectly; he was a complete wired solid form, and his face was still so boyish for a 19-year-old.
(Yes, I did not mention, but earlier in December, we had a huge fuck, fist, and dildo fest orgy on his 19th birthday with Francois and Justin here at our condo. We were exhausted, and the room was littered and bathed with every dildo I had and X-lube slick enough to make the place a skating rink; cum dripped from our mouths and bodies and every surface in here. It was hilarious as just after one of our huge groups cums, Carter’s mom rang to FaceTime with him on his birthday. He introduced us all naked as she giggled away, covering her face. She could not believe her son's body had been transformed into a military fitness physique. Although she was a bit taken aback by my age, she accepted it as Carter emphasized his universal love and his love for me, and I for him. She was cool and doing well in her walking and physio. We agreed to fly and visit her for New Year's Eve 2025 in Switzerland. Carter gave her a soft, gentle, filtered summary of the last six months' life here and stated we would likely resolve it (The Irish Mob issue) once and for all with Patrick in a few days after Christmas on Boxing Day. How perfect is that!) Oh, back to Fisting my 19-year-old Twink.
I threw him in the great-room sling. There was still more cum pouring out of his anal cunt and some on my sticky chest.
“Ethan, no lube, just use your spit and the cum that is still dripping from us; I need a bit of fresh pain; both hands and fists clenched together and push in hard, please, elbow deep and hard, fast punches once I have opened.” He spoke.
My cock went to full erection again just hearing that turned me on so much. His cock as well, like blue steel dripping hard past his tight belly button and treasure trove hair line from his awesome trimmed pubes, he was soon approaching my size by the time he was 21, I was sure his cock would be 11 inches from the fisting and toys. I quickly grabbed the Kthulu grey dildo with a no-balls base.
“Oh, Fuck Yeah! Now you are talking, lover! Jam that fucker huge dildo deep in my cunt and then double punch my entire tunnel with it in me until we are drenched in my Twink cum!”
I nodded affirmatively. This would have his cunt almost 9” wide and over 18” deep and bursting. I noticed that all his bruises were disappearing, and the swelling on his face and body was almost completely gone. He was able to control and somehow speed up his healing quickly, but I am sure the freezing tub helped a lot…. likely why we are so fucking horny too. After that ice cold water and the body warms back up, the blood flow is so much better, popping our cock and horniness more than ever!
With both my hands and his cum dripping cunt, I slid Kthulu entirely inside him, well into his Recto-sigmoid and lower colon. The look and smiles on his face were so adorable. Yes, he is still an adorable Twink, even with his new ripped body and military training. I am so proud of him for all he has overcome and accomplished. Sure, I was patting myself on the back. I gave him the skills to take care of himself. His cunt skills were far surpassed by mine.
I lubed with his dripping cum from his cock and my semen dripping from his massive anal ring spread over 7” wide. He smiled again and nodded. Not slow or fast, but steady, I slid both my hands up either side of Kthulu, twisting and turning it, expanding his cavernous hole wide and deep until both my arms were in him to my elbows. Continued this for several minutes, watching the semen squirt in spurts all over his belly and chest; he sighed, moaned, and groaned in ecstasy, bliss, joy and rapture, often closing his eyes and pinching his nipples. He was getting into such a spiritual headspace. I could tell a massive orgasm was building as his hips ground down on my arms and the disappeared dildo.
Carter cried out, “Now, Ethan! Fuck punch the hell out of my hole. I will tip my cock to my mouth and yours when I start to orgasm and ejaculate, so be ready to catch and swallow streams like you have never seen.” With all the months of toys, fisting, footing, sounding, and the huge cums we shared and ate with one another, this was going to be a new chart topper. I did as he commanded and started to double punch fist his cunt with alternating, like pumping pistons. He was opening up his sphincter and valves. I could feel his prostate and seminal vesicle swelling to the size of oranges. After several minutes, Carter, with his mouth gaping as big as his cunt, suddenly screamed like I have never heard him before.
He hollered, “Now, Ethan! Now, as hard, deep and fast as you can! This is the greatest cum of my entire life, beating all before! God! Fuck! Oh MY God! Holy Fuck! Yes! Yes! Ethan Oh, Yes! Faster! Deeper, OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK EEEEEEEETTTTTTHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOODDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
Oh My God! His eruption was like a volcano as he pointed his 9” cock to his face. I saw stream and blast after blast after blast of roasting semen medium thick and lots of hot wet juice drenching his head and down his mouth and throat; many bits flying about like a volcanic eruption with bits flying over ten feet to mirrors, walls and ceilings. I was dripping with sweat and streaming tremendous hot white cum hands-free ejaculations; breathless, my cock like marble and so purple, so excited at Carter’s most incredible orgasm and the most fantastic orgasm I have ever seen on any guy ever! It went on as tears exploded from his eyes.
He pointed his over 9” penis to my face; the milky, long, thick, steaming hot white semen snakes fired right into my mouth and throat as I assaulted his cunt so deep, leaning down until both my arms were shoulder and armpit deep as I pushed Kthulu and both hands deep into his ballroom. I swear I was just waiting for Carter to ask me to try to push my head inside, too. He was so hungry for more and more as his semen squirting just seemed to continue bigger and further than ever imaginable. If I had others with me, they could have easily slipped up his massive cunt like a knife through butter.
He continued to scream repeatedly, a variation of the above total heavenly rapture. Finally, after almost one full hour, both our faces, mouths and bodies were dripping with his sweat, succulent orgasms. This was more brutal than any workout we had ever done. I collapsed on top of him in the sling as I withdrew the dildo; it fell and bounced across the room as we giggled.
We kissed and face sucked his ounces and ounces of sweet creamy milky semen explosions while we panted and sweated. I crawled up beside him as we cuddled and cum kissed in the sling. I think I came hands-free almost as much as he did from the sheer excitement of his hour-long cosmic orgasm pleasure. It was the most incredible, unbelievable pleasure I had ever given to any Twink lover, period!
Post coital bliss, we chatted about his abilities and plans for the future as we shared the ridiculously expensive cognac. We decided that Justin and Francois could easily handle the Cleaning Co.
Carter said thoughtfully, “You may think I am more insane than you, but I relished in the excitement of the fight for our lives and this adventure. I'm not saying I want to kill bad guys every day, but why not offer our protective services with the Honda Jet and the Phantom F4, also known as Gracie? We could alternate spots and Gracie when not doing BDSM with Twinks and young men could ride shotgun in either craft or Max, Larry or even one of the other Twinks we know from Happy Valley.”
I answered, “Carter, I think that sounds awesome. I trust in your brilliant brain to create a formula based on the risk of the individual(s), the distance we must escort them, and the challenges of going to and from logistics, etc.” He was affirmative and excited.
“Ethan, you saved my life today and then gave me the greatest pleasure of my entire life. What can I do for you, my love, tonight…You want Fisting, Fucking toys, rimming?” He asked.
I responded, “I am exhausted and super pleased with our climaxes, but if you would eat my cunt for a few hours and then slow fuck me for once, I would just love it till morning.”
Carter was silent and slid from the sling. I was smiling as he reached over me, with incredible strength, flung me over his broad, ripped chest and shoulders. I giggled as he carried me back to the king-size bed. In seconds, his entire mouth was on my begging anal hole as he sucked, swirled, and slathered deep into my rectum and prostate vesicle. He only let up when he sensed my ejaculations pulled his mouth off my anus and took my exploding 11” cock damn near balls deep as he swallowed every drop.
Hours later, I rolled over, and Carter slowly fucked me into sleep as I felt his ejaculations form inside me and my cim blows until morning. He often cupped my penis tips to catch my orgasm, taking my white cream back to his mouth like a marshmallow dessert with the cognac.
By Morning, we both just lay there in a total cummed out exhausted pleasure trance. In a few days, it would be Christmas Day. We decided to spend it alone and just fuck, suck and fist our brains out repeatedly until we thought we would die…best Fucking Christmas ever!
Late on Christmas Day, I got a text from Patrick. It said… Ethan, would you and Carter please grace us with your presence at the top floor of the building, corner Frontenac and Notre Dame, tomorrow, Boxing Day, at 2 pm. I replied with a thumbs up. I knew this building was a five-story condo overlooking the river, close to the docks. I texted Max, Gracie and Larry to be in position and bring the phantom. This would be a fun meeting to resolve this once and for all!
