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"Ethan! Are you Fucking crazy! A cop is walking up beside us with his fucking hand on his gun; I am naked here with my dripping caged cock!” Carter pleaded.
I responded, “Do not move or he might blow your fucking head clean off all over the windshield, leave the clothes, and hold my right hand with both your hands and smile.”
The cop approached, a few pounds heavier than he had been the last time I saw him. I rolled down the power driver's window as Carter pasted on a ridiculous, huge fake smile, like a kid coming out of the orthodontist to show Mom and Dad their new braces.
He was dead serious, as I began, “Good morning, officer. Major Larry Summers, how are you, my good sir?”
He answered, “LTC Terra, my question is, how are you, sir?”
I smiled and answered, “Perfect…Perfect, like a Christmas tree!” Officer Summers smiled and removed his hand from his pistol, leaned in, and we had a little hug and handshake.
Larry asked, “Ethan, where on earth did you ever find this half-naked so hot Twink with the most incredible eyes I have ever seen?”
I answered, “He came to work for me, and I will tell you later, or Gracie can update you the next time you pop down for a session with her, but he has…I mean, he had some trouble with the Irish, so we are out here for my summer vacation. Larry, this is Carter; believe it or not…but he is the one! We are madly in love!”
Larry answered, “Fuck me LTC! That is awesome! Carter, it is terrific to meet you. Love the outfit, but come on, Ethan, you switch him into some of the fresh Mark’s attire in the back. You know I love you, but still in public up here we got some stuck-up conservatives, but easing; their numbers are dwindling, especially with the out-of-control Twinks at the airbase!
I asked, “A lot of Gay 18+ Twink boys?”
Larry smiled and answered, “I do not think you can find a total straight one up here…very flexible and in good shape, they are.”
Carter leaned over and said, “It is a great pleasure to meet you, Larry. I am deeply in Love with Ethan; he saved me from peril and death.”
Larry answers, “Carter, you are so gorgeous and sorry to ask you to cover up, but just on Sunday here in the diner and co-op, I am sure you're headed…you know…time and place for everything. Ethan, can you uncage the lad so I can see his big hard cock. Carter, all we have up here is friendly Irish and Celtic; safe here as a lover under the protection of the Master himself, LTC Terra.”
I leaned over with the universal cock cage key as Carter thrust his hips forward and spread his perfect toned Twink legs. I undid the lock cylinder and slowly Carter slid the phallic cage off his penis and withdrew the urethral tube from his prostate and slid off the testicle strangulation black metal ring. Naturally several ounces of his sweet hot steamy white boy cum gushed out into his hand. Carter moaned with some relief and took the hand full of semen to his mouth and face and devoured his cum covered fingers like it was coated in maple syrup.
Larry and I stared and chuckled. Carter asked, “Better, Officer Summers?” He reached over me and shook his cum sticky hands with Larry. Larry licked, sucked and said,
“Perfect! Much Better! Time for me to go jerk off in the Larry Mobile! We'll see you boys around town… try to behave, Ethan! The hospital has only 30 beds, still ok!” He hit the truck door three times with his hands, gasped, and murmured something about so fucking hot, and moseyed on back to his cruiser playing with his package!
I pulled back onto the 500 Trans-Canada Highway. Carter hit my arm a bit pissed off, “You could have told me you two were buddies before he got to the door; what was that Christmas tree bit all about anyway?”
I answered, “Sorry, just a bit of Drama and comic relief. No matter how gorgeous you are and in any state of undress, if I had not said that Larry would have splattered your head all over the passenger window with his Glock 17M without hesitation; perfect as a Christmas tree is our safe word; if I do not mention it, you would be headless.”
Carter said pissed off, “Well Fuck! Thanks for saying that. It is a cool idea though…we should have a safe word with each other too, right?”
I answered, “Yes, we will work it out in the next few days. Now look for some underwear or a thong back there, a pair of jeans, and maybe a long-sleeved black shirt; it is cold up here in the early morning. Dear Lord Carter! All that Cum gushing, fucking and fisting drive up here and look at how big and raging your Twink cock is; better keep that Butt plug up your sweet pussy!”
Carter giggled and said, “Fuck I know eh! Looks for sure well over 8” s! You think I should jerk off and try to get it down; the Butt plus is making it ooze and drip?”
I replied, “Don’t you fucking dare! I would love it if you stayed hard and cock-tented your jeans all morning around town, with that plug massaging your Twink cunt and prostate! I will get your erection down later at home, don’t you worry!”
Carter did as I asked and put on a black ass and cock open H-thong and then slid up some tight jeans with his hard cock down the right pant leg with the tip visible out halfway down his thigh…awesome! A black long-sleeved medium Cotton shirt over his white net vest, left open, was perfect.
He asked, “So, what is Larry’s story and you guys…Gay, Yes? You mentioned sessions with Gracie.”
“Yes, like me, sort of Bi, but he likes the young Military men and 18+ Twinks. He keeps busy with the Military Cadets on the base, just as I did before. I helped him get the job here with the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary (RNC) after he asked for early retirement from JTF2,” said I.
Carter inquired, “Why early retirement…like he appears a little older than you, but I think not nearly as hot…he reminds me of the actor Billy Burke, but seems to have let himself go a bit, you think?”
“Larry Drinks too much…maybe an alcoholic, but never on the job; he is a fair and good Chief and Sheriff in these parts. All love him dearly no matter who he is fucking!”
“So, what happened…I feel a bit like something is about to drop about your career or an operation with him.” Said Carter.
I nodded, “It was about 20 years ago. We were over there in the mid-desert country. A nasty bunch was holding a wealthy oil sheik and his family hostage, asking for hundreds of millions. I was on my way to help try to breach and kill kidnappers and safely save the family. Things escalated before I got there.
Larry rappelled through a window, aimed at the bad guys around the family, and squeezed the trigger of his C7A2 Automatic rifle. Killed the bad guys with excellent precision, but the trigger and firing pin jammed in the auto-open fire position. He lost spatial awareness of his surroundings as he was a bit hungover from a Twink orgy and drinking fest the night before. The weapon sprayed about the room, killing the mother, father, 13-year-old Boy and 10-year-old girl. The gun stopped when the magazine was empty. There was a piece of grit and sand stuck in it. Larry forgot to clean his rifle as the call to assist dragged him out of bed, recovering from the night before. There was an investigation. It was ruled an accident, and Larry agreed to retire and leave the service early.
The first few years saw a few suicide attempts, mainly related to drugs and alcohol. Most of us, his buddies, me, Gracie, and a couple of others, helped him clean up and get mental health care. Then, when I started my build here, I saw the local provincial cops looking for a chief sheriff for the region. I recommended him and he got his shit together and here he is.”
Carter stated seriously, “I imagine he cleans his firearms super duper well now.”
I looked at Carter and answered, “Like brand new. It happens more often than the world is aware of. Firearm accidents have many reasons, but a dirty gun discharge accounts for approximately 25% of the cases. Don’t worry, Carter, you will learn every bit and piece of every firearm intimately, and cleanliness is next to Godliness.” Carter sighed, huffed, puffed and rubbed his erection; a nice wet spot was forming at his glans tip. God, he was such a continuous semen factory.
We were coming into Happy Valley Goose Bay along the Churchill River. The sun was rising over the Lake, the Ocean and the Valley.
“Holy Fuck Ethan…It's beautiful to see the sun break over this postcard-like scene. Lots of twisting turns entering this town, but so lovely; the trees, hills and mountains…is that the Airport and Town way up and down there?” Asked Carter.
“Yes, Carter. Note that we will be revisiting the turn we just passed, called Quarry Rd. We will reach the end and keep going, so be forewarned and not afraid later with my off-roading.” Said I.
Carter continued as we came into Town, “Wow…It looks like the entire thing expanded outward from the Airport and Military base over the years and decades.”
I replied, “Centuries, Carter…since 1729. This is one of the largest and most important Air bases in all North America, so lots of CAF and International Military personnel; all know me very well, so be ready for lots of waves, hello’s and quick intro’s but I am fucking starving; let’s hit one of the local Diners here.” Carter laughed. His Cock was still rock and rigid pointing down his jeans and thigh…18-year-olds, God love them, the dark wet spot the size of a large lemon now!
As I expected, we started to get waves and toots from the Town folk who knew me and my truck. Smiles and windows down with waves and hollers, seeing hot Twink Carter in the passenger seat. We pulled into the Diner, got out, and Carter tried to press his massive erection down more as he straightened himself and his hot attire. The circle jerk cum from the miners looked like regular travel dirt so I was not wasting time today to get the truck washed.
Carter kept pressing his erect tip and wet spot more; I said, “Just leave it…you are 18. All will understand that these things happen with 18-year-old boys, especially with me.” We laughed and headed in. My Favourite server was working. Charlie, we all called him; his native Korean name was just too complex. He is about 70 now and very gay. He took one look at Carter and his eyes popped out as he also noticed the severe straining penis down his right thigh, and wetness boy-cum wetness seeping through approaching grapefruit wet spot size.
Charlie says in his elderly Korean accent, “Is that a gun in your pocket, young man, or are you just happy to see me…yes, drip, drip!” He giggles, comically squinting his Asian features.
Carter smiled as I nodded, he is in safe company and says, “I am very Happy to be here in Happy Valley, Goose Bay. But my Penis is exploding waiting for Ethan here to pound my pussy till we blast more boy-cum out of me for days!”
Charlie giggled, “Well, that will happen, I guarantee. The entire Town know Ethan has biggest penis in this half of country--so you very fortunate boy! Ha ha ha!” We roared and were seated. Again, more waves and hollers from folks inside. Many whisperings and deer-in-the-headlights stares over the gorgeousness of Carter. He was loving the attention.
We mainly ordered plant-based options, but also included eggs, fruit, coffee, juice, and lots of water, especially for Carter. Getting anally fisted and producing so much semen is very dehydrating so he knew he needed lots of water to make more of his lovely, sweet boy-cum. We finished, paid, and shook Charlie’s hand. He insisted on a welcoming hug with Carter. I knew he just wanted to feel his wet Twink hard cock press into his belly as Charlie is only about five feet tall. We smiled and left with more waves from all around; we got in the truck and drove.
Headed down the road to the Co-op store. Carter went on and on about how he was surprised at all the food chain restaurants, taverns and bars, gas stations, dollar stores, and financial institutions —pretty much everything that we had in Montreal, just with fewer locations.
We got out and headed into the Co-op grocery store. Once inside, two 18+ Twink cashiers that I fucked a few times named Kyle and Bryan came running over all smiling away.
Kyle began, “Ethan! It's so wonderful to see you again. Dear Lord! Who is this Greek Green-Eyed God!?!
I answered, “Bryan, Kyle, this is Carter. We are in Love.”
Bryan answered, “Beautiful. Kyle and I are getting married this year on Thanksgiving weekend; we would love for you both to attend.”
Carter answered, “Of Course and congrats, boys; we will see you around, but need to get shopped and home.”
Kyle answered, “Wow! Ethan is taking you to his secret hideaway that none of us ever got to…he is in love with you Carter- Fuck you are Gorgeous…wish we had those eyes of yours!”
Carter answered, “Thanks, Guys…oh, you better scoot along, folks are loading up on your checkout lines.” The four of us hugged as I giggled with each of them rubbing Carter’s tented, wet erection down his right thigh of his perfectly tight jeans, as they moaned and gasped. They got back to work and kept looking and smiling as we zigzagged through the store, loading up on fresh, plant-based, and incredible local seafood - the ocean, lakes, and river at our doorstep.
Again, as we made our way through the store, lots of quick HI’s and catch you later from young men and women and married folks; all knew who I was and what I was; sexually and professionally - fuck some I placed here is safe hiding and set up new lives for them. Carter asked,
“Ethan, are there any Twinks and guys in Town that you have not fucked or fooled around with?”
I answered, “Well, yes, of course…many…like…like….like the parish priest…Oh wait…he did insist on sucking me off one time, does that count?” Carter laughed and hit my arm. We chose a female check-out cashier; thankfully, Kyle and Bryan were full up with customers, as it would have dragged on and on with them.
I knew her also but never fucked her. She also worked in the evenings at Fiona’s Bar. Her name is Tammy, and she is now about thirty-five, looking very good and pretty. She got pregnant at the age of 15; her baby's father, Ricky, took off out of town scared shitless. She came home quietly a few years ago one day to find her 18-year-old son Billy get ass pounded by his best friend Mark. She was shocked as both guys are so macho sports jocks. She is supportive of their sex life, but asked me many times at the bar after many beers to explain in detail procedures for various guy-on-guy sex acts and the sensations and orgasms they produce. All in great detail seemed to really turn her on, especially deep anal fisting.
Her son, 18-year-old Billy, had disclosed that they (he and 18-year-old boyfriend Mark) wanted to get into it (Deep wide Anal Fisting) safely but were scared of injury or worse. Both guys are very nice-looking and work around town. I would update Carter later about the life drama on the drive home.
Tammy said, “Well, hello there, Ethan. Wonderful to see you, big hot stud! My God, who is this off-the-charts gorgeous hunk with you with the huge emerald eyes and adornments – fucking crazy hot you are smokin boy!”
“This is Carter, Tammy. We are in Love and headed home.” I spoke.
Tammy replied, “I sure bet you are! So happy for both of you! Lean in here so I can whisper and update you on Billy and Mark.” I did so, and Carter leaned in as well as he loaded up the checkout belt.
Tammy began with a bit of a Newfie accent, “I took the chat we had about guy and guy anal fisting and did lots of research together with Billy and Mark. Billy is my world and everything I have; I wanted him to be happy with his lover. I was so worried about them injuring each other, I insisted on being there with them as a guide and support.
It was weird at first them both naked with their big hard dripping penises, me clothed sitting beside him holding his hand and watching my 18-year-old son get his asshole busted open. I guided Mark with the lube as you suggested and how to navigate the sigmoid. We were there for over eight hours, and those boys ejaculated and orgasmed like I never imagined even humanly possible, eating and swallowing each other's semen. It was so beautiful; I felt like such a great mother sharing my sons first anal fisting orgasm hitting his bedroom wall and Marks Throat…Holy Fuck Ethan, they even later that night got into double fisting! Carter, I am sure, you know all that I am talking about!”
Carter smiled and said, “Yes, once back at Ethan's place and this food away, it is priority task #1 as you can see my slimy right thigh here!”
Tammy replied, "Don't be embarrassed, it's beautiful and perfectly natural!"
We paid and said our goodbyes to Tammy, Kyle and Bryan; all the Town smiling ear to ear. We packed up and left in the truck. I headed out of Town 8km back towards Dome Mountain and Quarry Road. I turned up the road; after 2 km, at its end, I turned into the bush as Carter expressed concern.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Ethan! This is not a fucking road! What the fuck is it with all this bush, grass and mud?”
I answered, “It is a dirt bike ATV off-roading adventure route; relax and hold on, keep buckled up!” He started to laugh hysterically, holding onto the handrails on the truck's ceiling. I then turned off the adventure trail a few hundred meters, running over a few bushes and high grass. Now we were off the path entirely. After another one km, I stopped at the edge of a rock face ridge outcrop on the edge of the mountain hillside. I stopped, parked, shut off the truck, and got out. Carter exited as well and came to my side, speaking beside me.
“Ok…sooo, ahhhh, it is beautiful and nice rock like quarry face thing…why are we stopping, Ethan?”
I answered, staring at the rock face, “What do you think?”
Carter said, “Think about what…yes, the scenery and view from here of the river, airport Town, lake and ocean is the most beautiful site I have ever seen, but my cunt is horny for you cock so can we get back in and go please, I really need to release my dick here before it breaks or tares these jeans?”
I came up behind Carter and pointed his head to the rock face, covered his beautiful eyes with my hands, and said the following.
“Breath deep and relax, and slowly open your eyes and concentrate, but relax and take it in before you.” He did so, and I removed my hands.
All of the sudden there was huge draw of breath in from Carter, and he stated, “Holy Fuck! There is a structure there. It's not all rock; it's like camouflaged and blending in with the surrounding brush and trees, and the rock face. You can’t even see it at all until you relax and look. It reminds me of the Predator movie with the camouflaged suit… wow! Is this the main door, Ethan?”
“Yes,” I said. “Now watch this.” I pulled out my phone and entered the app code. One of the two large, solid-cast Titanium camouflaged garage doors opened sliding down into the mountain side below, revealing the concrete reinforced round silo like garage structure. Inside were two dirt bikes, my Callum Skye Dune Buggy, a green, military-like Hummer, and room for my truck, which we were in.
Carter jumped up and threw his hands up in the air and said, “More fast, brutal boy toys! Fuck you are so cool Ethan, I love you! I love them! Is this the main threshold, and is there a walk-through hidden door?”
“Yes, just to the side there. That is where we exit to go out into the wild and the mountains. The door airlock door is the same as they have on ships and subs, invisible from the outside as you can see,” I said.
“I see an oversized black leather couch at the air lock door around these concrete, steel and maple inlay walls…beautiful. You get the truck in, and I’m getting naked on the couch waiting for you. My ass cheeks better be bruised from this welcome threshold fuck!”
My cock had been half hard for the last 12 hours. I now went to pant-taring max erection with that command. I hopped in the truck and drove in. Carter was completely naked, lying on the couch with his legs up in the air waiting for mouth and cock. His penis was so red and engorged leaking copious boy-cum! I grabbed the anal lube from the back seat and thew it on the sofa. It was warmer now, so I chose to leave the door open, so we had a view for the first time fuck here. I undressed completely. I was about to kneel and eat out Carter’s cunt, but he sat up and threw his upper body over the end of the leather arm rest and threw his head back.
I said, “Are you sure you want to try? I am a few inches longer and thicker than Gracie.”
He answered, “I know; go slow and watch for my hand signals. Please don’t stop until your big nuts are being tickled with my eyelashes. Hold my hands. I will let you know when, or if, I need you to stop with the squeezes. If I pull on your arms, please pull out of my throat. I do not want to die with a 12-inch cock chocking me to death even if it is you and a great death it would be, but I am only 18.” We giggled. In this position, I had a perfect view of the Town and airport below, as well as the lake and ocean in the distance. Quite romantic to get deep-throated by Carter like this.
His penis was so hard and engorged at near 9”. I was going to eat his cock right down to the base later today as well, and chew on his lovely trimmed pubic hair. Carter’s eyes were connected with mine as I brought my dripping cock to his open mouth. Slowly I greased my pre-cum all over his face and lips getting him even hornier. Gracie was the only other person able to deep throat me, but she never got to the nut sack, just about a few centimetres short. I proceeded into his mouth and throat.
I reminded him, “Relax the gag reflex and concentrate on your breathing through the trachea windpipe to the front of your throat. I will slowly venture down your esophagus a half inch every few minutes, ready, Carter?”
He answered with a uh hu as my cock was already five inches in his mouth and start of his throat. God, it felt so good and so beautiful watching his eyes peer into me with such love as I slowly thrusted deeper and deeper into his throat. He was doing fantastically. As I held his hands, we stroked each other, a signal that all was okay with each other. His penis had a line of thick white semen oozing and pooling a few inches above his belly button. Like I said his cock was so pushed out from the fisting opening up his entire pelvic floor. Right where his semen was pooling on his stomach would be the exact spot that the tip of my penis would erupt into his stomach if and when I got balls deep down his throat. We continued; I was amazed, he was doing so well, regulating his breathing and opening his esophagus. In another 15 minutes, I was over eight inches deep.
I announced, “Your tongue on the top of my shaft is like magic, my love. Just three inches to go. I feel my orgasm building, Carter.” He moaned and groaned and stroked our hands some more. He was so relaxed. I started to thrust faster and deeper as my ejaculation was approaching. He continued to stroke my hand, assuring me he was fine. I another five minutes I was 10 inches deep and could see my penis thrusting into his stomach as his outer skin revealed my thrusting position. Carter’s dripping semen was growing and running off his belly and over the couch side.
I said, “Carter I am going to cum…just an inch to go.” I could not see his face anymore as my testicles were banging his nose and eyes. He moaned and groaned. My penis was making his outer belly with my slow thrusting watching stomach protrude, so beautiful. As I started to ejaculate, I could see the vibrations of my eruption from outside his body as his semen squirts intensified. I could feel his nose rubbing my testicles, perineum and taint.
I hollered, “Oh My God, Carter, I am balls deep; your lower lip is hitting my pubic bone…fuck I am going to cum…..OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK UUUUHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYEEESSSSSS!”
I had to do a double-take as he whimpers and sighed and started to shake, but still gently stroking his and each other's hands. I was shocked as suddenly his huge raging penis quivers and shot some of the hottest most powerful boy-cum all over my chest dripping down covering his chin and neck. His squirts continued as I slowly withdrew over a minute as more cum squirted from my cock. Finally, I was out; he took a huge breath and my cock glans back in his mouth. He opened for my last ejaculation as I bathed his cheek and lips in my boiling cum, with a few ounces down his mouth and throat. At the same time, Carter’s semen was dripping from my chest and stomach all over his beautiful face and mouth. Five more minutes passed as he caught his composure and continued to nibble on my cock. Smiling and moaning away like it was a feast for the famished.
I said, “Carter, that was the greatest deep throat blow job and ejaculation from that that I have ever had. No one has ever been able to suck and eat my cock like that.”
He sat up and started to weep. I cuddled beside him as he said, “I love you so much, Ethan. I will do anything you ever ask of me, even if it means pain, harm and danger to me. I am so happy to have made you happy. Now, cum fuck the shit of out my 18-year-old boy-cunt as we both are still hard as this fortress. I can taste your cum backwashing up my throat; it felt incredible feeling you blast you pelting squirt in my stomach…it made me cum hands free, with just the plug stimulating my hole. I was so excited to deep throat all 11 inches of your awesome cock and have you breed my guts; now time for my pussy!” Well, that was music to my ears.
I grabbed Carter and put his head back against the armrest of the leather couch. Slowly and seductively, I pulled out the butt plug and threw it to the laminate tile clean floor. Many sighs, grunts and whimpers escaped my adorable lover's lips; more semen squirts all about us.
I grabbed the coconut anal lube and slathered Carter’s gaping 2” hole and my raging dripping 11” cock. I took both the backs of his ankles and bent them up to his ears. In one fluid entry, I went balls deep into Carter’s steamy 18-year-old boy-cunt with a sigh and smile as if a junkie’s fix just hit his blood stream and brain.
Carter proclaimed, “Fuck Ethan! I wish we could make BDSM love 24/7/365 for the next 100 years nonstop. I am so fucking in love with you! Harder, Faster Please! Break My fucking ass-bones and get your huge, beautiful balls up my boy-cunt too!” In all my 1000’s of Fucks, I have never had an off the charts wild horny gorgeous 18-year-old boy like Carter! I truly am the luckiest man on earth!
With all my strength and power, I bred his ass, like there was no tomorrow. My pounding pubic bone and abs against his ass cheeks and backs of thighs sounded like a BDSM spanking contest at an annual regional munch. In seconds, Carter was grunting, moaning and groaning, and so connected with my eyes; we were one massive orgasm love machine.
After five minutes, we both started to cry out as the couch was moving across the floor toward the back wall with my stamping, pressing, machine like ass pounding of his soaking volcanic boy-cunt. I have never felt anything quite so wet and hot. Carters Penis was starting to ejaculate but it was just clearing its throat getting ready for the fat lady to sing.
Together, our mutual massive orgasm was building. I could feel his prostate starting up again. All that juice and water at Breakfast was paying off for my lover, aka (Boy-cum Factory Central!)
We both yelled, “OOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD OOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYREEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGOOOOODDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK OOOOOAAAAHHHHHHAA!”
Holy shit! Carter grabbed his huge cock just over 8” now and pointed it toward my face and mouth. In minutes, I was drenched with very liquid, searing boy-cum; like hot, sweet pineapple Gatorade mixed with ice cream. After we each blew five mega powerful rope and snake cum torrents, I pulled out of his bred boy-cunt and blasted five more loads all over his face, mouth and down his parched throat; he swallowed loving every drop. I leaned forward and we so powerfully passionately kissed, and tongue sucked and sharing our mixed ounces and ounces of sweet, hot 18-year-old boy and 48-year-old man semen. We collapsed panting with our faces and mouths soaked in cum staring at each other's loving eyes.
All of a sudden, I saw a look of horror on Carter’s face as he gazed toward the open garage door. He tapped me and in a quasi-calm yet petrified voice.
“Fuck Ethan—Black Bear!” I turned around and got up and was face to face with Winston!
I said calmly, “Well, hello Winston! It is great to see you, my old friend!” Naked and reeking of sex, I walked over, and the greyish-haired old black bear began to lick my thighs, stomach and chest of our mixed semen.
Carter said lying very still and naked on the cum soaked black leather couch, “I fucking can’t believe you have made friends with a big old grand-daddy black bear – this I have to hear!!”
I answered, “Yes, but let me get some of the thawing fish out of the back of the truck and get Winston underway; we need to get the groceries up to the living quarters and into the Fridge and Freezer. I grabbed a big, near-thawed piece of smoked Salmon, unpackaged it, threw it down the ravine and gave Winston a pat on the back of the head as he left. I pressed the garage door closer; up came the titanium doors. The Generator kicked in, and the facility went to full power and lights.
Carter said, “OK, tell me later…so funny you have the Bear named after your apartment AI security system, or vice versa.
Wow! You have a glass and steel elevator in here I see to take us up or down somewhere…like how many levels does this place have; how on earth did you build it way in the Fuck out here?”
“Well, the open expanse was originally a sinkhole of Peridotite rock from the upper mantle. It is extremely high in Iron and Magnesium; quite strong. Dome Mountain, like much of the Gros Morne National Park area, contains a complete ophiolite sequence, which includes peridotite, gabbro, sheeted dikes, and pillow basalt. This sequence represents a slice of ancient oceanic lithosphere that was thrust onto the continental crust. In essence, Dome Mountain provides a glimpse into the Earth's interior, showcasing the types of rocks that comprise the oceanic crust and mantle.
My CAF Engineer buddies came in and built a nearly round silo with inserted Iron beams and girders, a tone of titanium mess and 1” titanium rust proof Rebar. The iron beams that support each concrete floor are entirely joined with the continuous silo structure. We diverted one of the nearby streams for water and trucked in premixed dry cement mix using one of those giant stand mixers. They poured the six-foot-thick walls surrounding the 25-foot-deep base footings and bomb shelter in a few days, extending up to the top edge and past the original surface opening up the side of the rock face at the mountain edge. As a result, the top floor is positioned twelve feet outside, but all is camouflaged.
Then, they constructed the five levels of floors over a few weeks. The round, mirror-like roof had embedded LEDs that mimicked the foliage around here, so it was nearly invisible from the outside. Inside, you will love the open light, summer beach-like feeling, and bathing sunlight on the top living quarters. The round, expansive garage here is over 65 feet in diameter. This is level 3. Below us is level 2, the armoury and training floor, and below that, level 1, is the emergency safe room, bomb shelter, and the global communication hub.
Above us on level four is the sex dungeon and fitness center, and on the top level is the open living quarter with a massive king-size bed overlooking the Valley, Airport, Town, Lake and Ocean in the distance. A ton of bullet and blast-proof windows with titanium shutters at the ready. A huge open-concept living room and chef's kitchen combo with high-end appliances, all open to the bedroom as well.
The only separate room is the private bath, complete with dual shower heads, a douching area, two toilets, sinks, and a large two-person Jacuzzi tub. It also features a patio door that opens onto a vast patio, same as the sliding doors of the main open living area, complete with a small 20-foot swim spa, a year-round sauna, and several sunbathing loungers offering a private view of everything visible from inside. Above the King bed is a bulletproof, expandable sky and moonlight for romantic bed cuddles and super romantic sex.
Carter said, “Holy shit, it is incredible. We'd better get the food up to the main floor and put it away.”
I answered, “Yes. Throw on some shorts and shoes, and once that is done, we will hit the showers and jacuzzi tub and go from there.” We put on some shorts we had bought and shoes, grabbed the food bags, and hit the two-person elevator.
As we passed the next level being the Dungeon, Carter gasped looking out the open glass view to the massive room and said, “Holy Fuck! You have twice the equipment that you have at the Condo in Montreal. What on earth are those huge hanging bungee cord contraptions with wide band nooses? Love the extra showers and douches down there, and another big jacuzzi soaker tub; love all those mirrors and black and grey walls- perfect!”
I answered, “Those are Bungee sex swings. Two of them, more can be added to the track pulley hooks 12 feet above. You position your legs and thighs slightly lower, and your arms and biceps in an upper position. I like to put the massive dildos in their suction cup base peg holder on the light maple hardwood floor and then bounce for hours and hours balls deep on the most enormous penetration until I spray ginormous cum and orgasm…so much fun and we can do it together face to face, hugging, kissing bouncing the day away like a track star, covering and eating all our cum and semen.”
Carter became Euphoric and said, “Hey, that will be our secret safe phrase. (Bouncing the day away like a track star).”I giggled and answered, “Agreed! Perfect!”
We finished bringing up the groceries and putting them all away. Up and down the elevator, Carter was all smiles, passing the dungeon level. On the top main floor, he was in awe of the view and the massive picture windows that lined the room. Many times, he would go outside and look all around the Valley, Town, and Airport, and beyond to the River, Lake, and Ocean. Then, fumbling to find the sliding glass door to come in, as from outside it looked like brush, bush, and trees. He was looking all around at the sky and moonlight above our King waterproof bed and living room complete with a fisting sling and spankings bench and fuck table and a few fuck machines near by; a handful of my favorite massive dildos naturally. He loved the bleach maple hardwood flooring everywhere, as well as the white, grey, and black-painted concrete walls, bathed in tons of sunlight. Best of all was his reaction to the white and black tiled master bath, complete with tons of mirrors, that was open to the patio swim spa outside and the Sauna.
I asked, “So my love, what would you like to do…have a nice long catch-up recovery sleep together?”
He answered, “Fuck That! Plenty of time to sleep when we are dead. Can we chug some water, eat each others piss and take a quick dip in the jacuzzi tub. Then hit those amazing bungee swings with two 4XL Seahorse Dildos, tête-à-tête? If Justin, back in Montreal, can do it, I know I can now after you and Gracie doing Triple arms and punch fists on me!”
I replied, “Our cocks are half-soft, so yes…we will bounce the day away like track stars!” But that is the next chapter.
