All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults and are at least 18 years old at all times.
Now that Justin was in our condo with the toys and machines, for his nightly joyous cunt expansion, this Saturday night my mind turned to things I would need Carter to wear. Not just for sex but for under all types of different clothing for training and flying. At the last second before heading out of Baie-Comeau, I directed him to a local sex shop called R X. fuck! They were minutes from closing.
We ran in from the truck, and the young adult male sales clerk did a double-take at our hot looks; he was about to lock the door and smiled, allowing Carter and me to sneak in. He locked the door and placed the "closed" sign on it.
He stated, “I am sorry, gentlemen, but we are pretty much closed. Is there anything I can quickly assist you both with…anything at all quickly?”
I replied, “We just need to purchase sexy thongs and harnesses for my lover, Carter here.” The clerk bugged out his eyes, imagining the age difference and picturing our hot fucking, rimming and sucking.
Carter smiled and looked at the clerk’s name tag and said, “Francois, darling… Ethan is not my biological Daddy, so chill. My cock has been caged various times for over two days, and i have a massive butt plug fantastically stuffy up my boy-cunt. I will need somewhere between size small and medium in thongs as well as any sexy leather boy pants you have…any hot male cowboy boots, hats and jewels would be cool too.”
In a moderate, soft Québécois accent, François very femininely pointed and walked us to a carousel of boys pants, beside it, the same in jocks, thongs, and harnesses. Carter quickly thumbed through it.
He announced, “Ethan, they are all so lovely, I can’t decide; colours, sizes. Poor Francois needs to close up shop.”
Francois replied, “Aaaahhhh, I could be persuaded to stay for a bit of overtime, I will make up something plausible to the owner-manager.”
I said, “Well, you have cameras in here, so not much to do as a picture says a thousand words.”
Francois answered, “I will give you 20% off everything you buy on two conditions.”
Carter said, “Done!”
“Well, you do not want even to hear my demands?” Francois asked with a furrowed brow.
Carter replied, “I was planning on getting nude and asking if you would like to eat my cunt before I put on a soft breathable tight thong and black leather pants; those hooker like cowboy boots there. Daddy Ethan will even pound my cunt for you to watch and jerk off, but we are in a hurry; Ethan just blew cups of his hot man cum up my pussy, so there might be some left to suck out.”
My eyes were popping out of my head as I heard Carter talk like this… What on earth have I created here? I thought.
I said, “Look, we will take every article in Twinks' and men’s small to medium size for jocks, thongs, harnesses, pants, socks, stockings boots, and hats; maybe few choice jewels; but i do not have fucking time to for you to run each God Damned Fucking pieced through the register; just pull a figure out of your sweet Twink ass considering your 20% discount offer and I will pay; I will cart it all out in a few loads, while you and Carter do with each other as you please for ten minutes.”
Both Carter and Francois turned their heads, doing a C3PO from Star Wars head twitch. I continued, “Carter, quick throw off your shoes and cum soaked pants and I will carry them out. I am wanting to get underway and not in the mood for a quick fuck with Francois. Still, you strip down kiss or get your cunt sucked…no time for fucking or cock sucking so that is the final offer Francois.” I said it very adamantly, in a bit of a British, femboy, eyelash-batting accent. Carter was chuckling away and started to drop his cum soaked pants, socks and shoes.
Francois said, “Twelve thousand even taxes and discount all in!”
I answered, “Done!” I handed over the gold visa and entered my PIN, and, of course, it was approved. I grabbed the receipt. I quickly began hauling the attire and goods into the truck's back seat, steps from the front door. I looked back; carter was completely naked behind the desk, leaning over the front countertop; all I could barely see was Francois kneeling behind him eating his sweet ass with Carter smiling and twirling his huge green eyes around shaking his head in laughter at me.
In about 10 minutes, I was done. I went back in to find Francois still kneeling and Carter pissing all over his face and half clothed body from his caged cock spout. It looked like both were on cloud nine, the butt plug on the counter and cum dripping from Carter’s caged cock spout.
“Carter, quick, get the clothes and adornments on that you set aside and come out to the truck, get your ass stuffed again too please; I want you to be kept loose and wide. You are driving…remember…please do not get any piss on you. You can exchange your new cell phone number with Francois.” I went out to the truck and got into the passenger side. Yes, I was getting impatient. I could barely see the fumbling about. Finally, Carter came to the front door after 15 minutes.
Oh, My Fucking God!
My incredible green-eyed dish had on the perfect rhinestone clustered dark-brown sculpted cowboy boots; tight black and white accented leather pants revealing every millimeter of his vast, caged cock, a mostly unbuttoned white fishnet ¾ boy vest, black cowboy hat with more rhinestone queer emblems embedded, and a green feather to match his eyes. The icing on the cake was a green, emerald natural pendant necklace and matching bracelet. The tiny rhinestone and green emerald clip-on stud earrings had the I’s dotted and the t's crossed. I gasped at the sight of him walking just 15 feet to the truck. Holy fuck! He wasn't ridiculously hot when we walked in… Now I am recalling the images of Kit Butler, Cameron Dallas, Kyler Moss, young Nick Hoult, and especially the young, shaggy-haired Cillian Murphy from his time in Peaky Blinders. Carter had them all rolled into him. Oh, my Fucking God! Perfect! Perfect!
He got in the driver's seat and said, “Good to go, Ltc Terra?”
I answered, “Yes, Pvt. Carter. You look smashing. One quick stop at Canadian Tire/Mark's Work Warehouse for outdoor wear and casuals; we are all set till breakfast and food buy in Happy Valley, Goose Bay.”
Carter sighed and answered, “Lead the way, sir Ethan.” he started the truck and peeled rubber out, fishtailing the back tires as I laughed.
I asked, “Did you leave Francois in a good state?”
Carter answered, “I think so; he was sucking all my piss off his clothes; he loved it spraying out of my cock cage tube all over his face. He cleaned my pussy out very well and shared your last ounces of cum from my boy-cunt with a great face suck kiss. Helped me get the huge butt plug back up my cunt. He is a nice guy, 20, he said. Looks a lot like twink porn star Scotty Clarke, right?
He might look us up sometime in Montreal in the fall; we will see. He is on commission, so even after the discount, he and his boss should be skipping to the bank. Thanks, Ethan, my love; I am eager to take my time wearing it all. You think me gussied up like a twink hooker walking into Canadian Tire & Marks with you will be, ok?”
I replied. “Well, we are still in Quebec, so much different from Labrador, Newfoundland. Some heads will turn, but we only need a few dozen pieces of regular lounge, relax and outdoor-camo attire for you, no dealing here!”
Carter nodded. In a minute, we were in the Canadian Tire/Marks department store. They sell everything, not just tires and automotive stuff. It was busy on Saturday night. I had to start to eat my words as we walked in; I could see women, men, 18+ Girls, 18+ Boys of all ages and races drop open their mouths and drool with sex fantasies bouncing all around. Over the public address/entertainment system, Tom Jones sings, “She’s a Lady!” Carter starts swinging his hips as we walk around. Not quite embarrassing as he is so fucking hot. All the staff, girls and boys seemed to make excuses to come near us to do some bullshit job; his abs were looking good, but I knew what sculping-chiselling I would reveal in the following weeks and months.
Thirty minutes later, we had a great assortment of multi-seasonal, casual, and camouflage indoor and outdoor wear, including regular socks, underwear, T-shirts, sweatshirts, jeans, khakis, belts, running shoes, and military-style combat boots. Everything else he needed, I had, so all set.
The young female cashier, approximately 18 years old with braces, named Rachelle, smiled and asked for Carter’s phone number. Again, I damn near pissed my pants at his answer. “Sorry Rachelle, I only like huge boy cock! Especially Ethan’s 12-inch man cock!” Next, he turned and grabbed my crotch and kissed me passionately in front of the entire store, moaning and groaning.
I paid another four thousand and replied, “Sorry, all! Kids these days, eh!” We skipped out to the truck in laughter and loaded up. We quickly stopped at Tim Hortons' drive-through for food and the best coffee in Canada; finally, we're off as Carter drove perfectly out of town on Highway 389/Trans-Canada, heading from Quebec to Labrador. After several hours of more chatter about my F-4 aircraft, firearms, and combat skills and stories, I leafed through the manuals and kept my eyes peeled for wildlife; we had this conversation.
He asked, “Ethan, for all those decades in the military, I noticed you have no tattoos. Why is that? Don’t get me wrong, I love your smooth, perfect, beautiful tan skin, still like that of a twenty-year-old, but your military life usually has tattoos all over, telling your stories and tours, doesn’t it?”
I replied, “Exactly, Carter, a tattoo is a picture revealing thousands of words, just like I said to Francois about the security tapes. I warned many trainees to remove from their skin all emblems and tattoos that represented their combat units and operations in which they had participated. Some listened, and those who did not suffered as captors paid retribution and revenge for the intel they had on unit operations, killings and damage.
No one ever really wins a battle or war, Carter; it is young men dying and older men sitting around talking with drink and smoke (borrowed line from the movie Troy). The atrocities we see every day around the world are being committed by both factions of warring nations, including combatants. I am at the point where I am tired; I want someone to grow old with, to love, to be loved.
Carter said, “You saved me, Ethan. I can’t explain it, but when Max led me into your office and you looked up at me…it was all I could do not to faint, black out, breathless. My penis squirted in my undies just at the site of you. I have never had that with anyone…my heart almost stopped and raced at the same time. It was like electricity flowed through me…I knew that very second that, no matter our age difference, I was immediately in love with you and would spend the rest of my life with you.” I leaned over and kissed his open lovely mouth and lips, sucking his tongue, squeezing his soggy leather pants, stroking his incredible hair and neck.
Suddenly, Carter, keeping an eye on the road, yells, “Bear! Fuck!” He slammed on the brakes, and we lurched a bit but came to a safe stop about 10 meters from him. “Oh My God! Its fucking massive!”
I replied, “It is a big old Daddy out looking for food or a quicky sex; they come out at night often to avoid other people or some other bears, looking for sex.”
Carter said, “Dear Lord, I did not ever think of that…will it be safe for us to have sex or group sex outside on the truck bed mattress; but Fuck...that is hot though!?! I would love to watch Bears fucking!”
I answered, “I usually put up four motion sensors about 40 feet around the perimeter and release a few canisters of bear repellent. Usually not an issue. A few are friendly and see me as a familiar friend.”
Carter continued, “Sounds like you have had a lot of Twinks and man sex in the truck bed mattress.”
I giggled as we continued back on our way with the bear passed, “Yes, Carter, hundreds, maybe thousands of Twinks and young men over the decades on that mattress. It is waterproof and covered. I loved none of them…until now!”
Carter smiled, reached over, and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “Ethan, I see something huge moving up here on the left coming out of the bush…much bigger than that Daddy Bear.”
I replied, “Good eyes. Slow down…it is a giant fucking moose.”
Carter stated, “I can see why hitting one of these would be certain death…even if you were in a tractor-trailer; might as well be a redwood forest sequoia!”
I answered, “Exactly. You are an excellent driver, Carter. You will have fun in a few different vehicles I have when I teach you defensive and offensive driving. Oh, look, we are coming into Fire Lake, so halfway to Happy Valley, Goose Bay.” Carter cleared his throat and began to speak.
“Ethan, I need a big fisting cum, and I need to eat some cum, mine or yours; but the butt plug is not cutting it, my cunt is aching and starving for bigger.”
I answered, “I thought you might, you horny Twink 18-year-old boy. The iron ore mine here was resurrected in 2006 by a company after decades of abandonment. It was discovered that the raw ore is of the purest and highest quality anywhere in the world. So, when some new leaders say they need nothing from us…I say…Bullshit!
Now we will pull off into one of the camps. It is primarily young men and 18+ Twinks mining, and on this weekend night, often lots of mixed sex, drugs, and drunkenness are going on everywhere. I have a tub of coconut anal lube here in the back. I do not want to cum or ejaculate as I will now be driving for the remaining six hours until dawn. It will keep me focused!
Once I guide you to park, we will switch spots. Push the passenger seat back as far as it will go, despite the piles of clothes and other items in the back seat. Then lean over facing the back of the reclined seat with one knee on the center console and one on the passenger seat. I will then ass play and fist you until you squirt cum out the cock cage tube that i will suck into my mouth and share back down your throat in a hot face suck.
This will keep me horny until morning. Once we get food shopped and breakfast, I am going to fuck you like you have not seen yet and then we will sleep till nearly the following Monday morning and randomly begin our sex and survival training.” In a few minutes, we were parked and scooted over each other. We were between other pickup trucks. On one side some guys were sucking each others cock’s and on the other, one twink was getting enjoyably fucked judging by the looks and moans by a big older fat daddy with a big thick cock.
Carter had taken off his boots and leather pants but kept on the fishnet vest and cowboy hat. I turned on the cab interior light so the other guys could all watch from their trucks our Daddy-and-Son show. I stayed clothed.
Carter was in perfect position with his 18-year-old boy-cunt cheeks spread well apart revealing the huge butt plug. As I withdrew the plug, he ejaculated with a fantastic moan and groan as the four-inch widest birth passed over his Tink prostate and seminal vesicle.
He stated, “Fuck Ethan, this is so much fucking fun; I like us being safely watched like this, now punch the fuck out of my pussy until I cover the leather seats in my white boy-cum.” Well, not going to argue with that now, am I? I ate his hole and gaping cunt slipping my tongue deep into his ass. God, he tasted so sweet, musky, young, fresh, and clean. We both moaned and groaned.
I grabbed the tub of anal lube from the back seat, opened and copiously slathered my lover’s luscious gaping open begging hole; also did my left hand and arm, and some of my right hand and forearm. Carter moaned and groaned as my left fist pressed against his open hole. He was so loose from the butt plug; in seconds my clenched fist popped into his boy-pussy and slid effortlessly up his anal canal and rectum to his wide straight sigmoid. I saw three huge, thick, powerful boy-cum squirts accompanied by tremendous pleasure moans, groans and trembling sighs as I hit and assaulted his prostate and pleasure vesicle nerve endings.
In about five minutes, as I continued my thrusting, Carter began to push back and fuck-ride my arm. Our shadows from the interior light, accompanied by Carter’s hollers and screams, drew a miner’s twinkling young men crowd. As I looked about outside the truck a few young men all over 18 ( as was required to work in mining and forestry) began an outdoor orgy combined of oral, anal with DP, rimming, and fist fucking. It was a fantastic experience as Carter looked around the windows and became even more incredibly excited and turned on.
He yelled as loud as he could so the outside fuckers could hear, “Ballroom time Ethan, armpit and shoulder deep lover right fucking now; squeeze in your right to blast my prostate you hot Daddy fuck!” Well, many of the young men and Daddies outside our truck started to orgasm and ejaculate from hearing that alone. I recalled a 24-hour drive-through car wash in Happy Valley, Goose Bay, so that might be stop #1 in town soon. I went full boar on Carter’s anal boy-pussy and gave it all my strength lifting his knees and body right off the passenger seat as he grabbed on to the head rest like a brutal roller coaster amusement ride, his screams and calls intensified as I plowed punched and squelched in and out from my clenched fists until my armpit hairs were tickling his caged squirting and dripping caged cock and swollen nuts.
Carter let loose and screamed as I could feel on my bicep his prostate start-up like some giant second pumping heart. The passenger seat was shaking, as was the entire truck; he pushed back fucking wildly riding my arms with his massive orgasm approaching. He yelled as loudly as he could so all the guys could hear. I pressed and squeezed in with my right hand and knuckle, assaulting his prostate, widening him out to at least six inches in diameter. He pleaded so loudly.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDD OOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHH YYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS EEEEEETTTTTTTHGHHHHAAAAAANNNNNN FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOODDDD FFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!”
His cock cage spout rattled and swung like an out-of-control firehose. Over ten massive torrents of hot, creamy boy-cum fired out of his faucet opening, coating the entire back and bottom of the passenger seat. It went on for over eight minutes as the whole crowd about orgasmed as well in a boy-cum circle all about my truck. I was amazed at how much semen my young lover was able to replenish in short order. He is the most incredible Twink I have ever had. I continued double punch fucking Carter until he was cum dry. My hands, fists and arms flopped out. I loved so much anal fisting him so big deep and wide to orgasm incredible!
Carter stated, “Oh my fucking God Ethan! Watching the fisting on GayDemon, I never imagined I would ever be able to do this; the sensations and orgasm I never even dreamed close to what I can do. Is my 18-year-old boy cunt looking ok. Can I bud safely and bloom for you and the Miner Twink strangers?”
I answered, “Barely any pink at all in the lube, my love; you are relaxing and expanding by leaps and bounds beautifully. Push and bloom away for the young men and Twinks so they can finish bathing the truck exterior in boy and man cum.” Carter moved his ass to the passenger window. He grunted, ejaculating several hot streams of boy-cum all over the center console. I saw an incredible five-inch-wide bloom, about 1.5 inches outcropping, with gorgeous, deep-red and purple flower folds, so much like mine, wet and dripping. I licked it and ate his anal juice...so sweet and manly his musk with the coconut oil.
The 18-year-old young miners hooted and hollered and squirted and covered the truck and windows in the group semen as Carter and I kissed passionately. I started the car up after cleaning and drying my hands. Carter, God bless him, squeezed down to the floor on his knees and began to eat and slurp up all the semen that was coated on his truck seat; periodically lifting a handful for me to suck and swallow. His semen and cum so perfect and flavorful like the worlds best vanilla ice-cream.
He said, “Ethan do you think me insane that in a few days I have cum to realize that I love cum and semen…any cum and semen; mine, yours, strangers…anyone...I mean I am sure I am addicted to Twink and Man cum and semen?”
I replied, “I think it is beautiful. I love watching you slurp and eat your boy-cum and mine like it is the best drinks in the world…especially when you do it so sultry and sexy like; fuck and I thought that I came a lot, but you are near matching me now. My cock is rock hard and will be for the next hours until we arrive at my place.” Carter licked his lips as I threw the truck into reverse, with the crowd cheering and banging on the sides. Periodically, he rose and dumped a mouthful of his sweet nectar in my mouth as we passionately kissed.
It was all I could do to keep the truck and my eyes on the road. Carter looked right into my eyes with that total boy-slut look and sucked and slurped the rest of his cum down his throat over the next thirty minutes off the seat as I smiled away watching and giggling. God he is so fucking beautiful and incredible. Seeing his face, lips, and mouth dripping in semen…the most heavenly sight ever, I swear!
After nearly 45 minutes, he finally grabbed a clean paper towel and some water; he wiped everything clean, got back in his seat and buckled up, still naked from the waist down and cock caged. Again, he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek and the edge of my lip slipping his cum covered tongue in just a bit. I could taste and smell his sweet, lovely boy-cum. Fucking little shit fuck!! Torture!
He grinned and said, “Soon, LTC. Terra when we are over the threshold and mistle toe of your secret fuck tunnel hideaway, you will blow the biggest cum ever up my pussy and down my throat; now concentrate on getting us there quickly…but safely, my love!” He batted his eye lashed and opened wide those incredible gorgeous big green eyes; squeezed my hard tented cock… (little shit) and grinned and giggled away!
Carter said as I was driving a bit over the limit, “I will take your phone and check in on Justin, as it is the middle of the night and surely he must be asleep.” Carter did so; we both laughed and chuckled as all we could hear and see was moans, groans and semen squirts all over the fuck table as he pounded back balls deep on what looked like 4XL Dragon Dildo. By the time we would be home in the fall, he will be ready for double and triple fisting.
Carter continued to watch him and said, “You know the more I watch Justin, I see less and less homeliness and more a unique hidden beauty. With just a few facial modifications, he would be as attractive as you or I, but even without them, I am getting anxious to be with him. Ethan, I am so in love with you, but I am also attracted to Justin's unique appearance. I feel so bad about his body burns and his horrific youth, but at the same time want to lick and kiss each inch of him...like each one…like to…to ….aahhh well…”
I said, “You want to heal his mind and broken heart compassionately… Carter,... you are a wonderful person, both inside and out. It is why you risked your life to get your mom to walk again… do you miss or worry about her?”
He answered, “No, she is safe in Switzerland. They would call, email or text. I am anxious to introduce you to her in the fall or perhaps for Christmas.”
I said, “Of course…what do you think she will feel or think about the age difference of 30 years?”
Carter answered, “Seeing as I saved her life and mobility, I could walk in the door with the devil himself and know she would be loving and accepting.”
I said, “Wonderful…can’t wait!” for a second, and then I thought to myself, “Maybe I am the devil?”... Nah! Too caring and so in love!
We both laughed some more as Justin just shot a massive orgasm on the fuck machine and dildo…beautiful on my cell phone screen. He does become quite magnetic and attractive, especially in the throes of his 19-year-old boy's orgasm.
“You think when we get to Happy Valley-Goose Bay, we need to go get food first? Like, could we not go to your hideaway for a quicky and then head out for supplies and provisions?” Said Carter.
I answered, “Carter, my love, my dear 18-year-old boy, when you see my place, no matter how tired you are, you will want nothing but sex, sex and more sex for the first days, until our bodies collapse in complete and total exhaustion!” We chatted and browsed through various encyclopedias on weapons, combat, and fighter planes. Finally, we were entering the outskirts of Happy Valley, Goose Bay, close to Dome Mountain. Suddenly, as the sun rose, so did a flashing police cruiser's lights in my rearview mirror...Fuck!! Carter was still naked with his pants down at his ankles and cock caged.
I said, "Don't move. Relax and stay semi-naked as you are. It is ok!"
