All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults and are at least 18 years old at all times.
“I really need to take a major piss, Ethan,” Carter said.
“Me too. How about we head out to the patio, and piss on, in and down each other near the edge? I spoke.
Carter answered, “Sounds like fun!” We both de-shoed, stripped and walked out. I knelt first as Carter had shared his urge first. He forcefully grabbed my long flowing blond hair and opened my mouth with his fingers and hand and then pushed his cock in my mouth and commanded me to swallow. His piss was light, salty, fresh and fruity. All that water and juice makes not only wonderful boy-cum, but lovely twink piss juice nectar. I gazed deep into his incredible big green eyes as he loved watching me eat and gulp his perfect piss. I loved eating his piss almost more than cum and ass. God, I am so in love with him. He pulled out, nearing the finish, and coated my face, hair, chest, and stomach in his excellent 18-year-old boy juice. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, sharing his sweet treat. He said,
“Your turn, Lover…oh wait…I feel the rest of your cum about to escape my pussy.”
I lay down on the patio and responded, “Dump my cum from your pussy all over my face and mouth Carter.”
“Fuck Ethan! That is so hot.” He spoke. He came over me and presented his lovely boy-pussy over my mouth; I grabbed his thigh and pulled him down to squat his dripping boy-cunt over my lips and mouth. With a grunt, he surely plastered my face, mouth and throat with ounces of my hot liquified semen and lube that had been cooking in his lovely body for almost an hour since our garage fuck and quick partial tiny tour.
Suddenly Carter said, “Oh Fuck!” He pulled off my mouth just in time as my tongue was up his pussy moaning at his musky cum taste. He was over my chest when a lovely, solid Carter fecal log shot out of his asshole, thudded to my chest and rolled off to the side.” I chucked and giggled.
He hollered in total embarrassment, “OH MY God, Ethan! I am so sorry! I hope you didn't get any in your mouth. Do you have antibiotics or vodka or something, a safety shot or some…ahhh? I could not feel it in time…My cunt is so loose. I am so sorry, I must go take a shit!”
Carter stood to head to the bathroom, but I grabbed his hand tightly and said, “Stop…it is fine! I only get in the mood a few times a year to do this; we are lovers and will share and embrace each other's bodies and their normal, healthy functions. Shit on my chest and stomach and then rub it all over me and yourself as well. I have an outdoor heated shower with anti-bacterial soap. After, we can have a quick sauna followed by a dip in the salt water chlorinated swim spa and then another quick rinse; trust me, clean as ever after and no lingering odour, or bacteria, and skin like a beauty queen.”
“Are you fucking serious?” He asked.
I said, “Bouncing like a track star!”
As soon as I said it, Carter went from an innocent, adorable 18-year-old boy to a wild, feral, disgusting animal in micro-seconds – a fucking untamed let loose ravenous beast. He got such a serious, sexy look and did a little hip swing dance over my chest with his big hard dripping penis. He squatted, and out came a lovely solid log about 9 inches long and two inches wide. Followed by some grunts, a second one, about 5 inches long and the same width. He backed up, hesitated a second, and grabbed one of each with his hands. He squished and rubbed it all over my chest and stomach, and then applied his feces to his thighs, chest, belly and arms. He continued to rub and massage his feces all over each of us, but well away from our faces and mouths. He looked absolutely stoned, in a newfound confused trance, almost catatonic like.
Carter asked, “Can you piss up my boy-cunt please if that is safe Ethan?” I nodded yes. I slipped my mostly erect cock up his anal ring and rectum and filled his canal, hole and colon with my hot piss. He closed his eyes and was in touch with something he had buried deep in him forever. I pulled out of his ass-pussy; I could see a wave of emotional release starting to build in Carter. This was good! He lay down on top of me now; pasted together with his lovely fresh shit; we kissed passionately, as my piss drained out of his sweet 18-year-old boy-cunt, all over my legs and thighs.
Suddenly, he started to shake and cry. I embraced and held him tight as I could; I knew this was necessary. Some will understand that doing this is a stress release; he has had a very stressful changing at light speed week, and life this last year has been horrific at the start of manhood.”
I brought my hands to his face and said, “Let it all out, my love, let it out. I am here! You are safe! You are loved! I am so in Love with you! Let it out!” He completely broke down and bawled and bawled and fucking bawled for almost fifteen minutes; screaming and crying, tears pouring, fists pounded beside us as he trembled and shook; I held him so tight, rubbing his slender lean gorgeous back and ass cheeks. Our heads pressed tight as he wept on my shoulder.
After another ten minutes, as he composed himself, he started to laugh and giggle. He said,
“Thanks, Ethan! I am sure you understand the psychology behind this, but I sure as fuck don’t. Of all the acts we have done this week, I must laugh that this is the one that brought me to bring up my pain, fear, loss and total terror I have lived this last year after my 18th birthday…it has been so hard. A total fucking nightmare. It was all on me to fix what I could. You saved me…saved me with my very own shit!”
I asked, “When is your birthday anyway?”
Carter answered, “You will laugh, I know.”
I said, “Come on out with it!”
He answered, smiling, “I was born on Dec 6, 2006. Yes, I know it is St. Nicholas’s Day – the celebration of the bringer of gifts! By my count, I am 18 years, 6 months…and…..ahhh…24…days. Last year, that Friday night with Jamie, it was cold, crisp and dry. I was horny to lose my virginity. Boy, once past midnight, was I ever Pearl Harborred!
Now he laughed away uncontrollably, this time with tears of joy, laughing so hard. It felt so beautiful to hold him laughing on top of me and seeing his range of emotion with his body quaking and quivering…almost as good as seeing and feeling his orgasm and ejaculations. I was one with him, and he with me; we stroked and caressed one another – so beautiful this moment. After this, there is nothing ever to hide or not share. It was now safe to reveal our deepest thoughts, desires, joys and fears no matter how wonderful, dark, sinister or fucked up.
He continued, “Out here in the mountain air, my shit does not smell half bad does it…squeezing in my hands was actually quite fun and so stress relieving…ok…tell me Ethan about the psychology behind all this shit…literally, it is just so surreal!”
I responded, “Children who are ASD (autism spectrum disorder), many with exceptional savant off-the-charts intellect, have done it regularly and are almost unaware of its stupidly perceived wrongness -that is the absolute wrong, labelling it as wrong. They will react defensively and be confused. Many children with ASD and extreme savants will smear their feces all over rooms, furniture, and themselves. Some parents with these kids would likely shoot me in the head, but based on the research I have read, this is my personal belief and opinion, and not meant to harm or hurt anyone; who knows who is right and wrong about anything these days?
In a psychiatric medical experiment, a few years back at Boston, Seattle and Cleveland, with top ground-breaking ASD research centres, they wirelessly connected EEG and cranial synaptic sensors on ASD Savant children who participated in this repeated study. The proven and recorded results took the medical community by storm, with great controversy and negative pushback still today.
The internet will state otherwise, as so many disputed the results, still insisting it was not appropriate. In active theatres of combat and wars, my kind and I had to get used to fecal matter as some possible form of torture. We started to realize the same thing that the ASD savants were displaying. An agitated ASD child's brain waves and connection that looked like an out-of-control nuclear rage explosion, incredibly calmed down and had 100X better results than the best sedatives and brain equilibrium meds available. My comrades and I found the same thing; we embraced it and found it calming. As it is such a taboo, it became therapeutic, a total surrender to our feral, wild, animalistic nature. The beast of man we are.
The animals have been doing it since the dawn of the planet. Why are we taught that feces are something bad, gross, and disgusting to be flushed away, when it is the most crucial function in the metabolic survival of the human body; the consumption of food converted into nourishment and metabolizing energy sustains the organs and cells and to help make more boy-Cum, piss, and energy to suck, fuck…do everything; especially keep our heart beating, blood flowing, and brain firing.
It is just the result of atoms and energy consumed and processed by all creatures. It is very calming and a phobia to correct. How could it be wrong or ungodly when this is how we were made and survive? The ASD savant kids knew it long before we did…how do you feel, Carter covered together like this in your lovely boy-shit?”
Carter giggled and smiled, “Peaceful, calm, safe, loved, happy…covered in my shit with you, my lover. Your piss up my anal cunt was beautiful, so releasing letting it flow out. It was a total surrender of body and mind. I want us to do this again soon with you or both of us scat and piss play together, ok? Would weekly be satisfactory? Maybe Sunday Scat Day?”
I answered, “Sure. That's great; we can then plan accordingly with diet and timing. Feel free to have an impromptu session as well. I told many 18-year-old trainees that putting piss and shit on their face and body to clean their acne, zits and dermatology issues. It opens the permeability of the dermis.
However, it is vital to wash afterward with anti-bacterial, gentle soaps or dermal cleansers; then the sauna helps sweat out the pores of all that trapped old dirt. Occasionally, we can cover ourselves entirely, leaving only the whites of our eyes visible, being careful not to consume anything orally. Lie out in the sun until it is baked dry. Then shower, disinfect, cleanse, rinse, use a sauna or swim spa pool, and rinse again. In days we will have skin like Norwegian beauty queens. Look at me, defying age – what do you think my secret has been!”
Carter said, “Ok, lover, let's wash each other up, sauna and swim. Maybe we should have a little catch-up sleep before we Bungee Dildo ride.”
I answered, “I think that sounds good. Let’s douche though so I can put my penis up your ass-cunt while we sleep, keep your prostate stimulated.”
He answered, “I would never be able to deep sleep again without your big, beautiful penis in my boy pussy, Ethan!” We smiled, kissed, and headed for the outdoor shower. He was so relaxed as we lathered the soap and washed, and the loofah scrubbed each other head to toe several times. His facial expression was one of a light smile, so relaxed and content, as we peered into one another's eyes with such love and devotion.
As we rinsed each other, Carter asked, “So it sounded like you gave pointers to Tammy about helping her 18-year-old Billy and Mark start anal fisting. It sounded exciting to picture her there, clothed, watching her flesh and blood in a total open sexual release. That is super cool.
Ethan, I am sure over your decades you have had wild Twink orgies. I want that. I know you don’t want to reveal our secret hideaway fortress up here, so where else other than the truck bed and mattress would we ask Twinks and guys to join in orgies.”
I answered, “Well, I was going to leave this as another surprise sometime, but the hangar at the air base that I own, where I keep Gracie, the F4E2 2020 Phantom ZZZ is divided. No one knows that Gracie is on the other side.
The side that has been revealed to many…fuck maybe thousands by now, has a good sized BDSM set up like the dungeon here and the Bungees and some open showers, but most arrived clean and fresh. There are a few waterproof beds, lots of cum and piss over the years. I have entertained up to twelve Twinks and CAF military personnel there, perhaps hundreds or thousands of times. Good thing I am on Prep. We should also renew your local med account here. If you are thinking group sex and Twink orgies with Rowan, Billy, Mark, Kyle, Bryan and anyone else, that is cool and will happen! But we bring no one back here…ever, ok!”
Carter beamed from ear to ear but said, “I thought we agreed no more secrets and surprises, but the thought of that turns me on again. I still want our truck bed ravaged this summer out in the wild with boy cum eating explosion; cunt busting with rosebud blooms. All must be over 18, though!” I nodded affirmatively.
I answered, “Two things. I love that after your fecal mental/rebalancing, you are now referencing our life as our assets. It is my intention and desire, Carter, for us to elope. I wish to share equally in everything I possess, which you and I will similarly own. We will be spouses, lovers, equal partners.” I got down on my knees as the water cascaded over us.
I asked, “Carter O’Connor, will you marry me, to love and cherish till death do us part?”
Now he was bawling again. I stood up and he screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ethan, I am yours for all eternity!’ He jumped into my arms with his legs wrapped around me, and we kissed and held our clean heads with our hands. I carried him to the sauna. We cuddled and grabbed more cool water from the outside cabana, kissing and hugging continuously.
Once in there, Carter said, “Before we swim, douche and rinse again, I would like to know two things. Firstly, I know that in the coming days, you will show me our other levels for my defence training and the shelter bunker.
However, what powers our place, such as wind, solar, nuclear, propane, or electricity? Second, I will not sleep until I hear the adventure story of Winston, the bear, making friends with you.”
I answered, “I am glad you want to understand how our place works. We will have to name it now. It is what I have been waiting for my entire life, so let's share in naming this facility of ours; that being said, we have months to decide together.
Now, when she was constructed and I needed to secretly divert water from several streams, lakes, and small rivers, I decided to insulate the deep-buried trench pipes. In the winter months, it gets brutally freezing this far north. Those pipes are fed into a small, encased turbine hydro-generators, one for each level; they are backed up to each other as well, so it is free electricity until the lakes, rivers, and streams run dry; even frozen over in winter, the billions of gallons under the ice still stay liquid. The water is redirected further down to its natural path toward the town, lake, and eventually the ocean.
Hundreds go ice fishing in these parts. All our water here is filtered and sanitized using the world's best purification system. You could take untreated sewage water from the sewage treatment plant, put it through our purifier, and drink it out the other end, and taste the best in the world. The electricity heats and cools everything we use and our environment. We can set the swim spa to near boiling or chill it down to a solid block of ice. Now, do you've any other questions about what you've seen so far of our place before I tell you the Winston Bear story?
Carter asked, “How much anal lube do you have? That is going to be more important than water, food and electricity. I am tired, but my boy-cunt is achingly famished. We will still rest a bit, but I am anxious for your slow fucking massive cock in me.” We giggled and kissed as we started to sweat profusely; we drank more water and looked out the sauna window at the postcard-like view.
I quickly said, “Plenty…but I will show you how I make our own. It’s a combo of Coconut oil, clear almond oil, and Crisco. We currently have 100, 20-litre pails at the ready, all whipped and perfect.”
Carter responded, “So in a few weeks we will need more!” I laughed, pulled on his big erection, and kissed and tongue danced some more. Leaned back and finished the water and a big gasp out.
I began, “It was just after I completed our place here ten years ago. Recall from my military career, this place (The Town) was a second home to me after age 18 when I signed up. I lived here on the base for twenty years, trained and worked all over the world and always called Happy Valley Goose Bay my second home. I was born in Montreal, where my parents lived at the time. Hence our business there, our condo, and our meeting.” We kissed and held each other again. Carter started to rub my sweat and massage my body as if it were lotion, playing with my huge hard cock, the same as holding hands. It felt fantastic with his tiny, smooth, lovely soft hands.
I continued, “I had been here a few months. It was early fall, a wonderful, beautiful time, and the bears began to forage and prepare for winter. You need a license permit to trap and hunt the black bears and must use the humane Aldrich Bear Snare.
Anyways, some fucking foreign yahoo’s hunters were about here with these ancient traps that snap and cut into the bear’s leg. It is disgusting and so inhumane, dreadfully painful as they bleed out in agony over days. I came across many dead mothers' sows and cubs, which is 100% illegal trapping and hunting.
I inquired with the local ministry and with RNC Chief Larry; he said they had received similar reports but could never catch the culprits. Even other legal, humane hunters were furious and upset. Most wanted to skin these bastard foreign yahoo hunters alive.
The Black Bears are magnificent creatures and more scared of us than we are of them. Black bears rarely attack humans, and when they do, it's usually due to defensive reasons, such as protecting cubs or food, or because they feel threatened or startled. Predatory attacks, in which a bear actively seeks to hunt a human, are rare. Most encounters involve bears reacting defensively when they are surprised or perceive a threat. They love the salmon and lake trout a hell of a lot more than humans.
Winston’s entire family was slaughtered. Along with dozens of others killed and maimed for sport, and near-zero skins or carcasses harvested…just left to fucking rot. I found Winston in one of the traps still alive with his spouse and cubs dead all around him. I lightly tranquillized him, released him from the illegal snap tooth trap, ran home and got my medical bag, similar to what you saw in our condo bath. I started an IV and had to use a large marinating needle to get into the femoral artery. Next, I disinfected his wound and carefully shaved around it so I could see to stitch him up, which was a real task; their skin is much tougher and thicker than humans. I pulled and reset his fracture and line to the best I imagined. I gave him some pain meds and started a fire to keep him warm. While he was unconscious from my treatment, I released his dead sow/spouse and the cubs, grabbed a shovel and buried them four feet down about 100 feet away in some sandy soil.
Even in my fitness and strength, it took me 9 hours; the sow was over 300 lbs, and the one-year-old cubs weighed about 100 lbs each. When I returned, Winston was emerging from his tranquillizer. He moaned, grunted and screamed. I got him water and fresh salmon, and hand-fed him and bandaged his leg wound once I saw the blood clotting. I carved some splints to protect his leg so he could crawl and walk, and fastened them with heavy, thick string that he could chew off when healed. I stayed with him for days until he was strong enough to get up and crawl or walk. Once he was able, the first spot he went to was right over his family's grave. He sat and screamed some more. I sat beside him and hugged and cried with him. I left and scoured the entire area for days. I confiscated over 20 traps and threw them in my truck.
One day, I suddenly heard gunshots and Winston's screams. I grabbed my HK 416 and a few others and headed for the attack like the flash. I found these six assholes had surrounded Winston; they were terrorizing him taking pot shots around his feet as he could still barely crawl. I startled each of them and, in about four seconds, had shot each of their rifles out of their hands. I told them one wrong move, and the next round would be between their eyes. I told them all to strip completely naked. With their rifles destroyed and fingers and hands bleeding, this took some time as Winston licked his lips, wanting revenge. (Carter Yelled – Fuck yeah! Eat those fuckers alive Winston!) I giggled.
I left all their belongings for Larry to collect. Once naked and no footwear, I triple zip-tied their hands behind their backs and marched them some 4 Kms to my truck, which was parked nearby with all their illegal traps inside. I then chained them together from my hitch and marched those yahoo fuckers into Town. Word spread like wildfire, and in no time, the downtown was crawling with about 8,000 locals – pretty much everybody.
These yahoo’s were pelted, spit on and produce thrown at them and all sort of degrading remark about their little, tiny cocks and what cowards they were. (Carter laughing in near tears of hysteria.) I stopped in front of the police station, and Larry came out, arrested them, and took each of them inside. They were so stupid that when they went before the judge, they screamed and yelled profanity and spat all around. Their lawyers quit and these assholes were so belligerent that the judge decided to take the letter of the law to the max. They found over 50 bears and cubs illegally trapped and slaughtered by these six assholes. The maximum sentence for each is 6 months per offence and a fine of $300,000 per offence, so all six of them received sentences of 25 years and a fine of $15 million each. The story became a headline, and it remains appealing nearly 10 years later. Miraculously, even the Supreme Court said it was too backlogged to hear the appeal.
Carter said, “Oh my God, Ethan! That is so awesome! I know you may have regrets about some of your past, but I am so in love with you. Promise me you will let it go and forgive yourself, so you can overcome any guilt you feel about your career and ops. The Winston story proves to me that you are a good and righteous person, so whatever wrongs you may have done, forgive yourself and let's move forward with our lives together. I see now why the Town loves you so much. You could almost get away with murder.
You are the Protector and Saviour of many people; an 18-year-old and 6 months 24 days Twink that is so in Love with you, and one old, tortured Daddy Bear named Winston! How much longer will he live?”
I answered, “Well, I think he was about 15 when the incident happened, so he is likely about 25 years old now; most do not make it past 30. Come on, let's get out of here. We have cleansed our pores enough. Quick dip in the swim spa, more cold water, and then let's go in and douche and shower and hit the comfy big king bed.” We kissed and ran out, doing just that.
I was delighted to see Carter using the douche so perfectly; had no reservation or embarrassment about emptying the remaining bits of feces across from me. He smiled as I cleansed myself the same. We washed everything down with antibacterial, organic, safe soap, and the same on our anal rings. It was hilarious to watch him walk out of the open shower area and look on the bath counter to find flavoured lube. He grabbed the pinacolato flavour again and thrust a handful up his sweet boy-cunt with his right foot up on the counter. I got out and grabbed the lube pump, lifted him and carried him to our king bed as we kissed and nibbled.
Carter announced, “Lie down, Ethan. I want to mount your big cock facing you again.”
I asked, “Is that your favourite bottom position?”
He replied smiling, “Any position with your big anaconda cock in me is my favourite position!” He lubed up my dripping penis and got on the bed over top of me. Effortlessly slid down my shaft balls deep again with such a gasping smile, sigh, and relief that I knew I would never get tired of…ever. His gorgeous face, lips, teeth, hair, and eyes —those incredible green eyes locked with mine — were absolute bliss and rapture.
He leaned to my lips, and we kissed some more, he said, “This 36 hour+ with no sleep is hitting me; so quick mutual cum and maybe we try to get up at 8 pm?”
I answered, “Sure or whenever. We have a lifetime of sex ahead of us.” Carter smiled. We locked our fingers, and he began his ride. His big hard near 8” cock slapped wonderfully on my pubs, belly and lower chest. I loved how roasting hot his pre-cum and semen were; again, the volume output was so incredible. In a minute, it felt like I was covered in ounces of hot, gushing boy-cum. He quickened his ride as the entire bed was bouncing now. His gasps, moans and groans intensifying by the second. Watching him with our eyes locked was the most beautiful thing in the world. His mouth opened, and he sighed; moaning, groaning, and grunting grew louder and louder as he pounded down on my massive erection faster and faster. Again, the slapping noise of his lean ass cheeks on my pubic mound was music to my ears. I felt my orgasm building, and my prostate started to pump.
I stated, “Carter, I am close!”
He answered, “Breed my cunt Ethan, Breed me as deep as you can!” I thrust my hips and cock wildly causing him to bounce on me like a rag doll track star. In a second, I cried out, as his moaning was so loud, I knew he was close as well, feeling his prostate quivering and starting to pump, sliding against my lower shaft.
Beautifully together, we climaxed. “OOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK YYYYYYEEEESSSSSSSS GGGGGGOOOODDDDD FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS AAAAAAHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!”
His penis squirted six torrents like rope streams all over my upper chest, face, mouth and hair. My anaconda cock just erupted the same. It was surreal as I felt each of my ejaculation releases appeared to almost cum out of Carter’s cock at the same time. Every rope like snake stream I felt blow deep up his clean sigmoid, very perfectly he shot out his loads in unison as I filled his boiling deep cunt. We were a precision climactic orgasm. He leaned forward and licked my chest, face, hair and cheeks of his hot, sweet boy-cum. Our lips and faces locked as we swirled his semen all about our lips, mouth and throat.
Carter said, looking very sleepy and droopy, “I am so in Love with you, Ethan Terra.” He leaned forward and put his head next to mine, a bit to the side of the pillow.
I answered, “I am so in Love with you, Carter O’Connor.” There was silence and stillness as he breathed. I then laughed as I heard a big snore. My lover, my spouse, was sound asleep, exhausted, and worn out.
I fell asleep as well with my cock up his sweet pussy; his feet and legs in a curled up squat position on top of me. I woke at 8 PM as I had to take a piss. God bless him, Carter was still in the same spot, having barely moved. The pillow beside and under our heads saturated with his drool and cum covered face. My semi-hard erection could feel and hear his adorable little moans and groans of his sex dreams as his penis and prostate twitched and contracted repeatedly in and out of erection just like mine.
Slowly, I rolled him off to the side with a few more sound asleep sighs, so cute he is. I went and took my piss. I returned to him on the other pillow with one leg up and the other straight. His ass cheeks open showing his gaping lonely hole, releasing ounces of my liquefied semen from hours ago all over his ass, balls, and cock pressed into the mattress. I pumped my cock and after a minute of stroking was hard enough to enter his anus and rectum from a side spooning position. He sighed and moaned as my penis slowly penetrated him balls deep. Carter reaches back with his left hand and arm and pulled my ass and hips closer to a tight X spooning sex position.
Barely awake, he murmured, “Just a little long, … love…Please … just need …a few….” Off he was again. I realized we needed to regulate downtime. At 18, nearing 19, he was still growing and filling out some and needed a healthy sleep, especially considering not just the wild sex we had planned, but my training for him. Eight hours will be mandated as a golden rule for a healthy lifestyle.
Around 2 AM Carter slipped off my penis and headed to the bathroom. I heard one of the most powerful 18-year-old pisses I had ever heard as I giggled with my eyes closed; the entire mountain must be shaking. Of course, I could listen to every single step as he re-entered. I smiled with my eyes closed.
Unexpectedly, from behind, he suddenly pushed my body quite forcefully, tummy down; I turned my head to the side, not sure what he was planning, but of course, I played along inside, anxious and loving it with quiet giggles. My face to the side, he strangely slapped the back of my head – I laughed some more. Next, he grabbed both my hands and arms with his tiny hands, locking them behind my back in a domination/submission move with me being the bottom sub.
As he slapped me harder, he yelled in my ear, “Take this big cock Justin, you little faggot anal slut. I know you want me to pound the fuck out your loose cunt! I am going to push that little, tiny pathetic cock into the bed and you are going to have dry fuck the mattress you little shit. I want to see that boy-cum squirt out your pointed down tiny little cock as I pound your cunt your little anal slut”
Next thing I feel is Carter spit on my asshole and his very hard cock bashing against my ass cheeks. I had to think in all my decades of Twink and young man sex, I do not believe that I ever got fucked like this. This excited me in this position. I have fucked many a Twink in young man like this, but never did I bottom belly and face down with my cock strained again the mattress pointed to my feet.
Carter jammed, and I mean Jammed his cock in my asshole incredibly hard, very fast and total balls deep immediately. Strangely and unexpectedly, I had some slight pain and unexpected pressure. This excited me even more; it took me back to my first losing my virginity on the base with an older officer in doggie position, but not so rough like this. Carter pushed my arms and pulled them further up with one hand, and grabbed my long, blond hair with the other, severely pulling my head back. I shocked myself by loving this role reversal as so many times myself with the giant penis was the dominant master. His big hard near 8” cock ground deep and ravaged my hole so fast I have no idea where he got the energy even after 10 or 11 hours sleep.
He pulled my hair even tighter and pushed my arms further up to my neck. Of course, in reality, this was not hurting me at all. The entire bed shook as he was incredibly powerful and so hard and fast plowing by cunt and pounding my ass cheeks to super hard and fast bunny fucks.
He screamed and hollered, “Come on Justin, you little slut cock fag! Tell me how you like my big hard cock in your asshole making you cum aren’t I – tell me how you like it bitch!”
I answered in a voice like Justin had, “Yes Carter, I love your big hard cock pounding my Justin cunt hole like this yes I like it, yes more.”
Carter answered, “Mr. O’Connor to you, you little cock 19-year-old pathetic anal slut Twink – tell me you like it and want more harder and faster sir, you little Twink anal cunt slut!”
I was now wondering if this was a role-play reversal sex skit, or was it possible that Carter was asleep…was he a sleepwalker and had no idea what his body and mind were doing? I, was not being hurt at all, quite horny and turned on so I decided to continue the sex skit.
“Yes Sir Mr. O’Connor I love your big hard man cock deep in my 19-year-old virgin boy-pussy, it hurts so much, but I want more MR. O’Connor, more, please fuck me harder, faster Mr. O’Connor breed my virgin pussy!” I said, quietly giggling beneath him in this face down, arms restrained, hair pulled, and cock pointed painfully to my feet beneath me.
Ok…Wow! I did not think Carter had this physical strength in him yet, but now I was starting to wonder if our six-foot reinforced concrete titanium silo walls would survive this ravaging pounding. The King Bed headboard is bolted to the painted concrete wall, and he was jack hammering my cunt so hard and fast not only was the bed shaking, but loose painted concrete bits were starting to fall off the wall and ceiling above. The headboard itself is becoming loose and cracked.
After another few minutes, my orgasm began. Just when I thought we had pretty much done the best sex together ever, his repeated striking on my prostate and deep to my sigmoid door felt wonderful in this position. It was a new angle that I had never experienced in all these years.
In seconds, I screamed, “Yes, Mr. O’Connor I am ejaculating Yes, yes, I am cumming Mr.O’Connor I love you fucking my virgin asshole, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK AAAAAHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS FFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK !” I continued to grunt and groan as I felt five massive cum streams erupt from my pointed down cock on the bed hitting my thigh and calves. It was a wonderfully enjoyable orgasm; what followed next was even better.
Carter screamed, “I am going to cum up your cunt you little faggot slut, Take my cum you bred little pussy fuck tiny cock Twink! OOOOOHYHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEESSSS OOOOHHHHHHH YYYYEEESSSSS OOOOOOOOHHHHH YYYYYYEEEESSSSS OOOOOOOOO YYYYYYYEEESSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYEEESSSS!” With each “Oh Yes”, six in total, I felt boiling semen explode out of Carter’s Penis deep in my rectum and sigmoid entrance like a wonderful searing hot internal volcanic eruption. He pulled out and pumped his cock over my ass and squirted another two roasting loads all over my back and ass. I was quiet, panting and sweating. He released my hair and arms and became very still sitting on the backs of my thighs rubbing his cum all over my ass and anal ring.
Next, I felt his mouth and tongue sucking my asshole clean and dry of his semen so powerful his suction it almost felt like my anal canal and rectum and rosebud would flow out and into his mouth and throat. If I were to push and bear down, that is precisely what I know my body would do.
Once I was cleaned out of his hot boy-cum and licked dry, Carter (Mr. O’Connor) sat up more and started to spank my ass cheeks powerfully. He yelled.
“You’re a dirty little cunt slut faggot anal whore, pathetic tiny cock Twink!” He slapped my ass very hard 10 times; got up and went to the bathroom and powerfully pissed again. Upon his return, Carter lay back down calmly beside me in the spooning position. He sighed and groaned.
He turned and whispered so gently, “Please, Ethan, just a few more hours. Please put your penis in me till morning lover.” I rose off the bed and pressed my half hard dripping just cummed cock into his Boy-cunt as he sighed, moaned and groaned. Again, he gently reached back and shuffled his ass closer and my ass and thing up tight to him. A great relaxing sigh; in a second, I heard a light, Twink's adorable snoring. I was no longer tired, so I stroked his hair and caressed his back until morning.
I was sure he would remember nothing, but within hours, we would have it solved. I was a bit worried, as I had forgotten to mention the security cameras everywhere in our place to him. However, he shouldn't be shocked, seeing as he can see them all in the condo back in Montreal. I sent a segregated app link to Justin yesterday before we came to bed, so that he wouldn't have to keep asking me for access to the condo and his nocturnal dildo fuck machine breeding cum explotion.
About three hours later, it was Monday morning, June 30, 2025, at 8:00 AM. Carter sighed and moaned and rolled over. I was staring and still stroking his beautiful hair.
He smiled and snickered, “Sorry, I overslept, but I feel terrific and happy. Boy this bed is soaking with cum. My boy pussy feels so great. Your cock is so magnificent lullaby me to sleep it does.”
I asked Carter, “So you had a great sleep? I am so happy. Did you dream by chance over that deep 16-hour catch-up sleep?”
Carter answered laughing away, “Oh Fuck It was crazy! You know I am so in love with you, but I dreamt that I damn near raped poor little Justin back at the Montreal Condo. It was like I was a college or university professor, and he was a 19-year-old freshman, a newbie student getting virgin-busted and plowed. Fuck I remember even the headboard falling off as I pounded him crazy with his body and face buried face down on the bed. I insulted and swelted him repeatedly and made fun of his smaller penis…lord it was terrible, but I dreamt a great cum – it must have been from your cock in my anal-cunt all night!” Carter finished giggling.
I smiled and stared at his fantastic green eyes. He stared back at me, smiling as I was silent.
He asked, “What…I can tell you're deep in thought about something.”
I replied, “Are you sure it was a dream?” He sat up like a Guard Dog hearing a prowler and turned his head. His eyes glossed over and welled up. He spoke in broken speech, totally horrified and mortified!
“Why…why…why are you and I and the bed covered in this grit and dirt…why is the head… board…broke….Oh God! Oh God No! No! Oh, Ethan, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you injured? Oh God, please forgive me! I love you, Ethan. Please!! Please!!” He was hugging and bawling again. I grabbed his face with my hands and said,
“Me hurt…like really Carter…I am fine, my love. Perfect like a Christmas Tree and Bouncing like a Track star…It was one of the best fucks I have bottomed for, and you touched angles and spots that were knew to me…it was incredible. I loved it; I wished you had been awake. I was impressed by your power and stamina, so now you have a benchmark to maintain or break. I forgot to mention this, as it just slipped my mind, but we have sole access to security video inside and outside the entire facility 24/7/365, just like the condo. I can show the movie…I loved it; role reversal is a shit ton of fun.”
Carter held his hands to his face, turned and sat on the bed; I leaned on my arm and pillow and he spoke facing me, “I was sure I was done with it…the pediatrician said it was just a puberty adolescent growing, coping with family, school stress thing or more like after the stress is relieved like a party in my asleep brain.”
I asked, “When did you last have a somnambulism or parasomnia episode? What do you think caused it, and what did you do?” Carter roared and laughed to tears. He grabbed both my hands with his and said,
“Oh Fuck! It was grade 9. Just before my birthday, the Christmas holidays are approaching. I had just finished my first high-school semester exams. Mom and Dad, especially Dad, put a lot of pressure on me to get straight A's in everything.
At the same time, Grandpa O’Connor, my paternal grandfather, was in the hospital after having a heart attack. I had just finished my first track and field region high school meet and got a few accolades; I had signed up and started archery also; it was fucking fun. I have achieved many podium placements in various events, as I mentioned earlier.
Anyway, all in one day, I had stress release after release after release. Grandpa went home and was fine. All my final semester 1 grades were A+, and I also did well in my sports events. I was on euphoric cloud nine.
That night, at 3 AM, I was suddenly awakened by the smoke detector blaring away; my mom and dad rushed down the townhouse stairs to the family room. There I was, standing with the 60” LCD TV on the wall on fire. I had three arrows in her, two huge rocks from the fish tank, and two axes that Dad had in the garage. They were perfect hits- all of them! Fuck it was crazy; when Grandpa O’Connor heard, he paid for a new TV.
He had suffered from it also until his twenties, so it ran in the family.” Carter and I roared and roared so hard that the rest of the headboard fell behind us. I think the bed was more saturated with our laughing tears than drying cum and lube.
After ten minutes of me practically rolling off the bed in hysterics, and Carter hugging me, we settled down. I spoke seriously.
“We always watch for it in recruits and cadets, especially in high-stress Special Forces. The last thing we needed was a basic training recruit taking a rifle, thinking he was in active combat, and shooting up the barracks and tents. It has happened before, luckily no major injuries in any armies I worked in, but it is fucking scary.”
Carter teared up again and said, “I am so sorry. Are you sure you're ok, Ethan?”
I answered, “Come, let's hit the red leather couch in the great room, and I will access the security recording. Coffee sounds good?”
He answered, “Yes…, milk only with a double cognac, please!” We giggled again. We went out naked; Carter sat, looking at the view as the sun rose and another beautiful summer day began. The airport in the distance was busy with numerous flights arriving and departing. Tomorrow, Tuesday, July 1st, is Canada Day; we will have fireworks at 10 PM from the Town. We would start planning our days and weeks together in the next few hours.
I had the coffee made and thought the cognac sounded fine; it’s always noon somewhere. I grabbed the command-and-control tablet and accessed the two-bedroom cameras. We each had a few sips as I rolled to 2 AM when Carter got up to piss.
I asked, “Ready?” He answered, “Can I sit between your legs, and you hold me?” I replied, “Of Course.” We did just that. I hit play. We watched as the bathroom camera cut in from the motion tracker.
“Do you remember getting up to take the first piss?” I asked.
“No…I can tell by the stoned look on my face there in the bathroom I am Fucking asleep. Holy Fuck! Talking about pissing like a racehorse. That must have set off seismic alarms to start,” he said.
We watched the entire thing as Carter held his hands to his mouth, face, and cheeks. He grabbed my hands many times and kissed them. I kissed his neck and lips for the backside position. Calmly, he often said that he could not believe he had done that. I kept assuring him that I was very turned on and excited by the storyline of being the younger submissive 19-year-old boy and how it took me back to my first time in the officers' quarters.
I saw that Carter’s penis was oozing and erect watching himself fuck me hard. He moaned when he saw my ejaculation on the recording fire from my bent down and underneath strained cock.
“Wow! At least I gave you a really good cum,” he said.
I answered, “It was my first time bottoming in this position. I loved the rough almost rape like skit scenario as it is a total role reversal from our usual; the angles and sensation were fantastic especially when you went full boar and banged me so hard you can see the headboard damage and concrete bits and grit falling.
You are hard and dripping; would you like to do that to Justin in real life, Carter?”
He turned his head sharply and said, “If he or you asked me to…Yes. Especially if it were you, Ethan. I would do anything to make you happy and bring you the greatest sexual pleasure and fulfilled fantasy. Please tell me what you want from me, my love?”
I said, “You are often the one bottoming for me; I loved this and had a wonderful cum ejaculation; I want you to do it to me again later next month ok…but awake is best.”
Carter smiled, turned and said, “Of course…anything for you, Ethan. Thank-you. I am sure it will not happen again for a long time. It may have been the outstanding scat play and mental and emotional release yesterday…so we're through that; what's next?”
“What is next, is breakfast and a quick training exercise; once you are done that, we are bungee dildo riding; all leathered up like we did at Gracie’s, but this time for as long as you can take and we can keep trying every single one. I have every Hankey Dildo ever made in the two largest sizes,” he turned, grinned, and we kissed so open and passionate sucking each other face and tongue right off. We stroked each other’s raging erections and worked our pre-cum up and down our shafts.
Carter sat at the kitchen island as I made a high-fibre, plant-based breakfast with fruit, yogurt, juice, and lots of water, along with more coffee, definitely more coffee! Looking all around the high-end design and perfection, he, out of the blue, blurted.
“Later this week, I want to be kidnapped, blindfolded, flogged, whipped, caned, double fisted while tied up on the spanking bench; cum, piss and cock forced down my throat till I almost puke; my cunt wrecked with cock and dildos and my rosebud pulled out more, but not to the point that it will be a medical problem or sudden shit surprise; except yesterday. I want to be slapped around lightly, like I did you asleep. (He giggled.)
I placed the food before us and said, “What am I going to do if you fall in Love with Justin when we are back home or any of these other Twinks around here and there, but Justin especially if we get his facial features and burns to a point of perfection, beauty and normal dermis; even though beauty is only skin deep, and he is gorgeous on the inside?”
Carter looked me square in the face and said,
“You're curious about my episode, why I chose Justin to dominate, well--so am I? I still can’t believe I did that last night. When we just watched it, and you might give me credit for not going all emo and bawling again, breakdown, I did more soul searching and analysis. They claim that dreams are a place where we can do what we can’t or are forbidden to do in real life. Well, watching myself be so dominant, I recalled my biggest fears before I met you.
After my 18th birthday, and the car crash with mom and dad, all that porn and jerking off I did at night for stress relief from the GayDemon website inadvertently got me more anxious.
All the beautiful Twink cocks are so big, many of them 8.5” to 10.5”, but almost none as big and thick as your wonderful anaconda (All mine now!). I would measure and jerk and Jelqed repeatedly every night, just about ripping my cock out from it’s base insides trying to stretch It bigger and bigger, even broke some blood vessels sometimes.
In high school, they went and made the showers much more private. Of course, we still ended up seeing each other soft naked penises, but the erection is the total equalizer as I learned watching on GayDemon, as an 18 year old adult young man. I became fearful that I was below average at the time, just a hair over 7 inches, maybe 7.5 inches if I stretched it and damn near tore It off!
That first night with Jamie, I was so hard and turned on and excited to see his penis fully erect was six inches. It turned me on realizing that I had the bigger penis. But at the same time, I got supper excited at his smaller cock. It was very nice and pretty. That was not meant to be, though, so it was gone.
Anyway, a few days ago, when I met Justin, he was nearly the same height, weight, and build as I. I was very excited to see his erection, also at six inches and a bit. No matter what the internet and websites say about average penis size, I was still depressed comparing mine to all the hot porn stars on all those sights with their vast, gorgeous cocks.
After last night I realize that when I am the dominant top, I fantasize and become very excited when the bottom has a smaller penis or much smaller penis. I recall now the few times I came across small cock videos, I blew some of the most oversized loads if I fantasized me fucking them, with what I now realize is a slightly above average penis that I do possess.
I do want an even bigger cock Ethan, but not as big as yours. I get so excited with me having the smaller penis when I am bottom sub for your huge cock. Yes I am attracted to Justin and other Twinks; yes I want to Fuck Justin…not rape him…I am not sure but I think if there are Twinks that are going to Fuck me with smaller penises, that I better be inverted cock caged so I feel as the bottom like I have the smaller penis to coincide with the submissive role…sort of tiny damsel snow white beauty and the beast type shit…you get what I mean….I am in Love with you and you alone till death; but I pray for an eternity with your big cock and my little cock.” He giggles.
I said, “I love your gorgeous cock, Carter. It is not small at all and is slightly above average. I understand all you are saying, it is why it excited me so much last night to pretend I was the submissive with the smaller penis, it was super hot for me, and I wish you could remember or have been awake. It was delightful, and I haven't had that much fun in a long time, apart from these last four days.
After you complete this morning's training task, I will give you a brief demonstration of the dungeon and show you all the available implements and equipment. We have strap on harnesses that either gender can wear, and you may like to adorn the massive traditional shaped penis dildos the size of fire hydrants that make my erect raging cock look like a fucking gherkin baby pickle….what is so funny Carter?”
He backed up from the kitchen island and said, “I just squirted a load at the thought of that. Do you have paper towel, there is cum dripping from the underside of the island counter here.”
I threw him the towels and said, “OK, wipe or eat it. I have a surprise and a challenge for you. Stand and look out the windows at the town while I place some items on the kitchen island here. Please do not turn around until I tell you, and do not worry about the noises you hear. Once you complete the task, we will play in the dungeon, so that is your incentive for today. Now go and wait till I call you.”
Carter smiled, shook his head and did as I requested. I opened my lower kitchen drawers and pulled out several gun cases. All unloaded and empty clips only. It began to disassemble and mix them all up: Uzi, L2A3 Sterling, HK USP Tactical, HK MK23, Beretta Model 92FS, FAMAS F1, and Diemaco C8A1, all in 9mm Makarov. I thought if we do eight each day, in a few months, he will have assembled every firearm ever manufactured on the planet, as I had at least one of each. I left him the shooter's bible and guns encyclopedia. I put the cases back in the drawer out of sight.
I hollered, “Ok, my love, come to the island.” I thought he would have looked depressed or pissed off-shocked; but he stayed calm and curious. Of course, if he struggled after an hour I would sit and help him as I was getting drippy and horny myself. So, training, yes, but not to the point of anger. I mean it took me 30 years to learn all these, so.
I stated, “Okay, all the components are scattered and mixed up, you can use the reference books that are here, same as we read in the truck on the way when we were not doing sex or something else. I will give you one hour, and then I'll be happy to help you. Questions?”
Carter half smirked and said, “No.”
This was devilish…I was a bit taken aback.
I continued, “Okay, I will go warm up the dungeon and get a few things ready to save time. He stared and waited till I left the room. Once in the elevator, I started to hear movement and assembly, which made me happy.
My surprise for him was that today I was going to cock cage up in the inverted negative cock cage chastity and bury my huge penis deep in my groin and belly and strangulate my balls as even though we will ride the Dildos together I wanted him to try to play Dom and me sub, I was still horny after last nights experience.
About 20 minutes later, I was all caged up and leather-bound; dozens of massive dildos and a 20 L pail of lube at the ready; the douche showers all set, so this would encourage his concentration and double his efforts. I would be so pleased and proud if he had at least one firearm fully assembled and working. Perhaps able to tell me anything about it.
I headed up the elevator with hope and positivity. As I approached, I got a sinking, disappointing feeling. I saw my naked lover standing, looking out the window at the airport traffic and flights.
I said a bit upset, “Carter, my love, I did not expect you just to give…….give…..ahhhh…..ahhh up?” Holy Fuck me sideways! I glanced at the island. He had assembled and completed every single Firearm weapon. He turned his head and started to howl.
I said with a gasp and sigh….’ Ahhh, how… how Carter, you have never touched a gun or firearm. He walked over, grinning ear to ear.
He said, “I don’t know, I just remembered all the appearances and assemblies after I read the book the first time.”
I answered, “Oh my God! You have photographic memory.”
He screwed up his face and asked, “What is that?”
I said, “You only need to see, read, or be shown anything once and forever, it or the process and procedure is seared into your memory and brain like a cyber cloud hard drive. Why did you not get better marks in your last year of high school, and don’t use the crash, Dad's death and Mom’s paraplegia as an excuse.” I gasped in; as soon as I said that I had that retract word feeling as Carter cocked his head to the side. That wasn't very good of me.
“Oh, my Love, please forgive me, that was wrong and uncalled for,” I said.
He replied, “Well, not entirely. I did use it as an excuse, and all the academics accepted it. I hated the first few years in high school. Once I realized how easily I could achieve top grades, I began to dislike the attention, the awards, and the pressure to work faster, harder, and skip grades. It was not fun. Yes, I consistently achieved straight A+ grades in all grades from Grade 9 through 11, which corresponds to the 95th percentile and above.
In grade 12, after the accident, I didn't want the bullshit awards and assemblies, nor the convocation attention. So, after last December, for every exam and quiz, I knew all the correct answers, but I would purposely get every third question wrong to keep my grades down at a B or C level. It was so much more fun, and I had to spend a lot of time on the GoFundMe for Mom, and then the… the… I…I…”
I said, “Ok, I understand. Quite brilliant and incredibly mature to purposely do something wrong to do the more important thing right. Come, tell me about these firearms.
He said, “Your negative inverted cock caged. Am I to get one also today again?”
I answered, “I was hoping to give your urethra a rest and play me as the sub. Tell me quickly about these things here, and then we will run to the dungeon and start the rules and the games till sunset.”
His cock was fully erect and dripping seeing me caged and leathered up. He ran to the Island and began grabbing each one; sliding and pretending to cock or load, saying:
“Uzi, Israel,1950, 10-round box magazine or 20-25-32 round, 9mm, 200m range, speed 400m/s; HK USP Tactical, Germany 1993, 15-round mag max, 100m max range; Makarov…….Blah blah blah. ….
My head started to swim; I felt dizzy. Carter handled and knew every single one perfectly and intimately. If he had fingers, they would be fully working perfectly in his tiny hands. He even squeezed the trigger with just the right amount of pressure, pointed at the window away from us; he stood naked in perfect stance and firing form, something that takes months to learn. He finished and said,
“Can we go BDSM Fuck each other and Dildo ride now Lover LTC Ethan Terra, and see if we can flood the Dungeon to the top with our cum, piss and semen?”
I picked up the two manuals, opened the garbage bin and dropped them in and said, “Let’s go douche and get you leathered up for the express dungeon tour. Yellow means slow down, hold on, red means full stop!”
Carter replied, “But maybe I am colour blind and dyslexic?” I slapped his ass and pulled him to the elevator with his massive dripping erection and my hidden running faucet caged cock. And so, we begin the Dungeon Christening! The thought bounced into my head that Carter may be an undiagnosed, extreme, brilliant, high-functioning Autistic Savant; I am so in Love!
