Well, sure as our boy-cunts are clean, the following day, we woke to blaring Caribbean Coast Guard ship horns. We all stayed nude with our Jock harnesses and went down to the beach. Four hot boys of various ranks and ethnicities approached from the motorized rubber dinghy.
The lead hot Seaman said, “We have been searching for you boys for weeks and weeks! How the hell did you end up way the fuck out here on this non-existent random chunk? Please get some towels and clothes on.”
I answered, “No! We are not leaving, and we refuse clothing. We have some if needed. We have Leroy’s remains. We had to cremate him as his body washed up on shore after we were hit with the rogue wave.”
The other officers looked all around at our village and set up. They were getting tented pants and staring at our hard cocks. We quickly told them all that had happened as they completed their report, and we surrendered Leroy’s Jarred remains.
We all emphatically told them somewhat, as we were not sure, and made shit up as we went, “We were shipwrecked and washed up here, discovered this Island in international waters and colonized and claimed it to be ours. It is called Blue Twink Lagoon; You are not invited and trespassing -but can stay for now!”
The Seaman radioed into the primary medium cutter in the distance. The senior boy Seaman, raging hard in his pants, pulled out a satellite phone and said, “Your eight parents are together and, on the phone, here; please speak with them. They thought you were all dead and lost at sea.”
All we could hear was our mothers crying and our Fathers thanking God…In multiple voices, they stated, “Oh, thank God, you're all alive. When will they have you home?”
We answered, “We are not cumming home. You'll need to accept and hear the fact that we four are lovers madly in love with each other and have been having every type of wild boy-on-boy gay sex imaginable. We are all young adult men and can do what we wish. We claim ownership of this island and have renamed it Blue Twink Lagoon. We have utilized all the fishing trawler wreckage, harvested the land and sea resources, and have never been happier or stress-free, mentally, emotionally, physically and especially sexually so fucking happy!
We are glad to hear all is well back home. This communication stresses us out, but Twinks will be Twinks!”
They insisted on cumming down for a visit. We said, “Fine, but we live nude and engage in sex throughout the day; clothing is forbidden on Blue Twink Lagoon, but I guess we can make an exception for the parental visit day.”
My Dad said, “James and boys, in our quest to find you, of course, the authorities and financial institutions all put a trace on your bank and credit cards. We were sure you were all OK yesterday, as the banks contacted all eight of us and said that each of your accounts had funds wired in from an untraceable source. Someone deposited USD 10 million in your four accounts?”
I answered, “Well, do not worry; it is not a drug cartel, but rather an 18+ boy sex cartel. You would not believe us if we told you. Let’s say we bumped into a saviour benefactor. We were expecting the funds as we wish to make our own life on the Island here. We will have jobs and will investigate completing some of our degrees online. We can chat more during your visit, but we want to stay here as much as possible.” Holy Fuck! They went on and on and on! Fucking Catholic Parents!
The hot, cute Seaman insisted on leaving us the satellite phone, and their emergency contact number programmed in with our GPS coordinates and gave us another high-end hand crank charger. That was all we accepted.
We were so far out that depending on currents, it was a 9–12-hour cutter trip from BVI. Their regular helicopters would still take 3 hours, and the fastest speed boat took 4 hours. They toured everything we had done and were blown away by our engineering builds, survival skills, and accomplishments. Finally, in mid-afternoon, they (the Seaman from the Coast Guard cutter) left. They promised to keep our location secret and confidential as we promised them handsome payment and future sex if they wanted. I am sure they jerked off for 9+ hours back to port!
Each of us spent hours on the phone with our parents. It is hard for them to let their 18-year-old boys leave the nest and live like this, find out that we are all gay lovers, a bit of a bomb drops. So much for any sex that day. We all got quite drunk that night and had little food. Contact with civilization was depressing and stressful. We knew, however, as we talked and chatted through possibilities of how we would figure out Kai’s quest- our cum oath.
That night, as we cuddled naked on the beach lounger with a nice fire and were drinking some, we started to brainstorm and hash out our plan.
I said, “Holy Fuck Boys! We have $40 Million from Kai or someone somewhere; what do we want to set up here on Blue Twink Lagoon?”
Scotty said, “We can keep it simple like we have been living. We proceed with the circular mast stairway. However, if we are to invite boys here to explore sex and BDSM, if we ever have a real emergency or need to evacuate someone, we will need a helipad. Not to digress, but I would like some more BDSM things that we can’t build, like those Fabulous Hankey Dildos in the largest sizes and a shit load more leather gear, some various cock cages and sounds and lots of other nasty BDSM shit and furnishings etc.!”
Sam answered, giggling, “Scotty, that is so fucking hot! I agree 1000%!”
Brayden said, “We can build a helipad with our land resources and steel pipes. That flattish look-out area is a few hundred feet from the high pond where we draw our water. When we rarely use a helicopter, we could have that as a top-story sun lounge, look out, or even do sex and play events up there!”
I replied, “Now that is fucking hot! But we do want to stay with the daily roughing and keep it all as we have been with our daily gathering, fishing, cooking, resources and wash routines, douching, etc., and BDSM Sucking, Fucking, Fisting cum eating, cum eating and more cum eating.”
Sam said, “Absolutely! I think apart from a few dozen colossal sex dildos, Strap Ons, sounds, cock cages, restraints and leather items, BDSM crosses, and spanking benches, we will build or order other furniture items and the helipad- nothing else is needed; all we need is additional sleeping and comfy gathering furniture. This depends on how many boys we would train and for how long. The CT (Cave Tunnel) is huge, and even with a few crosses and spanking horse benches, there is still room for other tables and two more king-size loungers, maybe more.”
Scotty said, “We can handle eight boys for two weeks. So, we can manage 12, including ourselves. It would mean us pairing off sometimes for deep and wide anal fisting training and to teach the Assgasm. Fuck, this Cave Tunnel is going to be painted in boy-cum!” We all roared and were anxious and excited about that for sure!!
Brayden said, “Once we have the circular staircase completed up the chute here, it would be hard for anyone to hurt themselves from the Island life itself, save for the brutal sex we would offer. James’s darling, what else are your thoughts?
I responded, “Well, let's cave in on one item (Pun) that has contributed to civilization. I was thinking of a wood-fired Steam Generator. If we are to coordinate advertising and arrival planning for 8 Twinks to visit for a two-week retreat, we will need satellite internet. However, we all agree that we, four, and all visitors will NOT have cell phones or other electronic devices. We will have one hidden safe-locked laptop and the satellite phone when the Twinks come on shore.
We will need a private safety-security and transport company back in the BVI from Terrance B Lettsome airport to get the invites out by boat. I think a helicopter is overkill for that. We will have to create an email address and website with pics for applicants and advertise somewhere, but not to the point where we get hundreds of thousands worldwide.
Maybe a contract with someone if we have a medical or evac emergency. We could get one of those drive-on docks we can pull in and a bit out to and from shore. The invite Twinks should all have the same see-through white Mesh board shorts we provide with zippered pockets for meds and PREP only; strip nude once they are here on shore.”
Sam said, “I agree, those are all awesome ideas. How do we word the ad or website, and we best have a few pics of us naked and the facility? I am still worried that if we advertise on the most famous site, GayDemon, we will get thousands and thousands.”
Scotty answered, “Well, they only need to be 18 on their arrival day, so what if we say you must be turning 18 on day one of the invitation start days? So quite the Twink 18th Birthday present; also, they must claim at least to be virgins – first timers, such a turn-on!”
We all loved that idea; Brayden stated, “It still meets and completes our cum oath to Kai’s quest; after 18 years old and 2 weeks of sex and Assgasm retreat, they go back home and start training other boys in fisting Assgasm groups – fucking beautiful, and we can present a world map showing the graduates and set up chatrooms so they can hook up with other local boys and be trained by the graduates; so it spreads and grows – fuck this is world changing boys!!”
This started a long laughing debate well into the drunken hours of the morning; we settled on the following ad to be posted with the website and chat rooms (TBA) and email links (TBA):
Free, All-Expenses-Paid Caribbean Retreat from Anywhere in the World for Virgin Boys Turning 18 on Day One (only) of a Two-Week Gay Sex Retreat Who Wish to Explore and Expand Their Sexuality. Payment will be required by sharing and passing along what you will learn to other 18+ boys back home; they will continue the same, teaching and growing the pleasure.
Anal Virginal Applicants need no experience or confirmed orientation but wish to engage in sexual activity with other boys the same age (All turning 18 on day 1) in a continuing gay or bi-curious exploratory adventure. Eight guests, who do not know one another, will enjoy two weeks with four other co-ordinating experienced host boys on a remote Caribbean Island set away from significant civilizations. It will be camping in the rough. (See website and pics attached)
Once on the island, all must be fully nude for the entire duration, jocks and harnesses provided by the hosts. No clothing or electronic devices are allowed, and no personal items other than confirmed minor medications (PREP & Other) are permitted. All clear STI pre-tests are required 48 hours before departing your location. Virgins promise to be anal celibate until arrival; all lubes, as well as health and beauty items, will be provided. There is no internet or landline communication, only a small wood fire steam generator for emergency host item use. Prepaid safes for wallets, watches, cellphones, other belongings, & travel tickets are available at the Sea Ferrying secure transport company (bonded & trusted) and dedicated to the eight guests.
After landing at the designated destination on the retreat start day and time at Terrance B Lettsome Airport, BVI, guests will be shuttled to a contracted (bonded & trusted) secure transport company's private marina. Each will submit to a Finger-Anal Penetration check and be assisted in securely storing their belongings. Mesh white swim shorts with zippers for medications will be provided.
From there, they will board the premium speed boat for the 4-hour trip wearing only the thin white mesh swim trunks and being allowed to touch and rub each other but not ejaculate. Group anal douching will be the first event after disrobing and securing medicines (IE PREP & other). Purified water, natural juices, two meals daily, and other snacks are provided.
Alcohol-recreational drugs are not permitted; the hosts may serve them under certain circumstances. Certified Medical Staff with AED + are onsite (a host boy is a medic-training doctor); emergency helicopter assistance is available. The host boys are familiar and experienced with all parts of the small island and fluent in Botany, Sea Life, Reptilia, Culinary-food prep from the exotic tropics, building and construction technology, and medical and detailed anatomy for safe boy play.
Applicants will engage with other boys in the following:
Kissing with spit and saliva, Group Masturbation, Oral sex, Anal sex -bareback (no condoms - Prep Proof for the prior two weeks and during stay mandatory), Anal fisting, Anal rimming, massive dildo insertions, Eating and sucking the rectum after cleansing douche, Semen cum eating and sharing; Pissing, douching and defecating together, shower and group hot tubs. BDSM events include urethral sounding, cock caging, flogging, whipping, paddling, canning etc. Formation of anal rosebuds and training. Safe words are Yellow for slow down and Red for a complete stop.
Appearance, ethnicity, and penis size does not matter; however, the following application must be completed for safety and security with government confirmation with a valid photo ID (verified by a third party):
Name, Address, cell #, email address, Emergency contact next of kin, Date of birth, height, weight, medical other or STIs, emotional or mental health issues, medications including recreational drugs, booze, pot and health supplements. Tell us a little bit about why you would like to cum at Blue Twink Lagoon on your 18th BD; how you will be committed to sharing what you learn.
We headed back for the cave and had a quick group suck, fuck and intense ass-eating session to the point where we all ejaculated from open rosebud eating and sucking.
We woke at 10 AM to the sound of another boat approaching; our parents were not expected for another day or so. As a small speed boat approached, a vast private Yacht was far away. This time, a gorgeous, super hot-looking, long brown-haired young man, with a middle-aged woman and a man, and some old guys about fucking 95, I swear! They just had on swim speedos, so they jumped in the water, waist deep, came ashore, and stripped completely naked.
Upon closer approach, the young guy's soft cock was about the same size as Kai’s. The middle-aged, very handsome man about the size of our cocks, along with the older guy. We realized the gorgeous lady also had a massive 10” cock the size of Brayden’s!
The young guy approached us; he said, “Hello, boys, my name is Joshua. I am a good friend and business partner of Kai and his foundation. This lovely man here is Michael and his beautiful trans wife Kristina; they are both international lawyers here to help register and set up all you need to facilitate your Blue Twink Lagoon Private Boy training retreat. The old garden Nome is James; he is an ex-Military (MI-6, NSA, CIA, DHS, Secret Service, black ops) RETIRED badass mother fucker with connections nearby to help your retreat safety and security.
I answered, “I am James as well; this blonde hottie is Brayden. Our steamy ginger Twink here is Scotty, and last but so gorgeously, not least in the bit, our first Assgasm boy, Sam!” We all shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
I said, “Thanks so much for removing your clothing as a sign of respect and equality!”
Michael replied, “Oh, we are getting used to it representing so many of you Twink Assgasm Groups all over the globe!” We giggled.
Over the next two hours, we gave them the Island tour. They were blown away at all we had established. We gave him our wish list for XXXL Hankey Dildos, BDSM Furniture, Chastity galore, Leather and impact-penetrating toys, and a list of other crap that we could not make or build.
Josh said, “Ok, so as you suggested, if you can clear that area up on the far northeast summit away from your prime water source, then James’s buddies can fly in with their Sikorsky X2 and drop netted supplies or down here on the beach if easier from winches. They are also extreme boys, so if you need help getting the Trawler masts into place to build the staircase, I am sure for a blowjob and your boys bottoming and ass eaten, it won’t be a problem.” We nodded and laughed positively.
The old James said, “Here is the most powerful laptop that endless money can buy, along with a similar satellite internet USB block with a backup hand crank generator until you get the wood-steam one you requested dropped off and running.
My buddies are all ex-Navy Seals, retired down here in the BVI as they, like me, had enough of all the bullshit in the USA. They are in their late 30s and extremely good-looking, and all are about as gay as you can get! The commander is Tommy, who looks like a young Taylor Lautner, and his team is LT. Miles is like ASAP Rocky, then there is Troy, who is amazingly like young Tony Jaa, and then finally, Babyface Billy, like Brenton Thwaites. In case you are wondering, yes, they suck fuck, and fist each other regularly, as they are all in love and will die for each other if needed. Their private security and transport company here is called BAMF Security and Transport. They even went out looking for you boys after you disappeared. No one ever went more than 150 km outside BVI water, and here you all are 300 km way the fuck out here – Jesus Christ, Leroy!”
We laughed, and Scotty asked, “What does BAMF stand for or mean?”
Old James very seriously answered, “Bad Ass Mother Fuckers! (We Giggled – he continued) They are, and I would trust them with my Grandchildren. They have combat skills second to None, and each is a fully certified combat medic. Their bullet and blast shockproof vehicles, boats and helicopters were enabled to be surgical rooms or have a small arsenal capable of invading Venezuela. Give me your SAT phone; I will program the number under the contact’s name, “Help.” All you do is dial that number and let it ring just once, and they are wheels up and here in an hour – it is non-cancelable, so even if you dial by accident, they cum. They will not answer as your number is dedicated. They will come prepared for mass medical incidents, pirate kidnappings, etc. You can also email them from the laptop; here are four waterproof remote fobs you can tie on your bodies or others that will work within the 10KM range. Just open the protective slide and press the red button, and it will auto-dial from the SAT phone just programmed. Here is the preset address. BAMFBOYS at GAYMAIL, once it pops up, you need to say nothing in the subject or body; any email from you will be a call for help. Kai’s has paid them in advance for a lifetime contract; he watches, so no worries.”
“Holy Fuck! You think someone will invade us here and kidnap or kill us?” Scotty said.
Old James answered, “Extremely doubtful, so don't worry. Only Kai, us, my BAMF boys, and the few Coast Guard guys who visited yesterday know these GPS coordinates, and your parents on this private company yacht tomorrow. Those BVI Coast Guard Seaman are all gay as well; good friends with my BAMF boys-there is nothing to worry about; all are sworn to secrecy. Tommy will like your rope pully EZ-dock idea, which will also be flown and dropped. They drop supplies and run, only landing if needed.
Sam asked, “But you said they would be here one hour from our issued alert, but we are 300 km out in Butt-Fuck nowhere?”
Old James answered, “It is the fastest helicopter in the world, sweety pie.” We all giggled.
Lawyer Michael began, “The International Tribunal for Law of Sea (ITLOS) has issued your ownership and claim to the island, which is legally registered with the UN. You boys need to sign some DocuSign, which I will send to this newly created email address: blue-twink-lagoon at gay mail. We will help set up your website and ad on the best global gay site, GayDemon!
Also, DocuSign will authorize them to seal and lock down all your social media accounts but not delete them if you change your mind in the future; it is all there. I understand you boys all have your bank and credit cards, so they are reactivated; you can use them for purchases anywhere in the world to be delivered to Tommy and the boys in the BVI; here are their address and direct # cards.
Boys, you are all set and can expect your wish list deliveries to be up top randomly over the next few days and weeks; your parents will be on the same yacht tomorrow with Tommy and the boys. Questions?”
I asked, “So if we are in the middle of building the helipad, will they please drop the supplies on the beach close to the cave tunnel entrance?”
Old James replied, “Yeah, that will be fine.”
I continued, “I know we will get out of the way of the helicopter, but like, we will be naked, and you think we should just wave and smile or if we are in the middle of sex…like….?”
Kristina giggled and said, “Oh, Tommy will wave back if he sees hot Twink sex. They might even land and come plow, you very hot boys!” We all giggled and hugged, thanked them, and waved them off.
After they left, Scotty said, “We are so getting Navy Seal Fucked and Fisted boys! I have always wanted an older Daddy experience, and Fuck, one of them is black! I’ve always wanted to try Big Black Cock!”
I answered, “Me too!”
Brayden replied, “Me, Three!”
Sam responded, “Me Four!”
It was settled! Once the helipad was done, we were going to have a panic drill; get our cunts on the slings, benches, and crosses, then wait for our saviours to cum; anally rescue semen deprivation!!
We were so horny that night! All the cumming together, so happy the Island was ours, and we had safety and security and were soon about to start hosting Twink birthday boys for virginal deflowering. We sucked, rimmed, fucked and fisted each other wildly till the wee hours.
Again, we woke to Yacht horns and speed boats approaching.
Brayden said in the Poltergeist kid voice, “They’re heeeerrrrrrrreeeee!” We all giggled.
They acknowledged our no-clothing rule, as they all had Speedos and bikinis stripped once on shore. Our eight parents are young—all in their late 30s to early 40s. All were in good shape and attractive, so our hot twink boy's looks were based on their genes. We won’t detail most of the conversations, as it was interesting to see them all naked with us. The first several minutes were tears of joy and hugs and kisses, so that was weird all naked, feeling their bodies on our dripping cocks…and theirs.
My Mom started to giggle and say, “Wow! You Boys are all so gorgeous, and your penises certainly rival your daddies.” We all roared—our fathers…not so much! As we toured around, they were in awe and jaw-dropped at all we had built. We noticed that our dads were getting quite erect, mostly checking us and each other out, so this would be interesting for the rest of their trip.
Sam's Father said, “So we heard from your emails to Josh, James, and the Lawyers you boys are in the throws of setting up a gay sex retreat for boys on their 18th birthday. Fine, we have no say as it is your adult life. However, what about your careers and degrees? Whoever coerced you into this with the USD 10 million deposit to each of your accounts has you thinking about the here and now. $ 10 million will not last these days with inflation and costs until death, so what are life-long plans?
Sam replied, “Dad, we plan to do as many online courses as possible. We have learned that we can complete practical exams here with proctors at the local BVI universities. If we can’t, then yes, a few of us may periodically have to venture back home and do it there, but we will figure it out.
Brayden’s dad asked while drooling over the sex slings, “So what types of sex acts are you guys doing and plan to do with these 18-year-old boys?” We showed them our website ad.
Brayden said, “Well, as we said, we are all in Love with each other. We have been and will be doing deep wet kissing, oral sex, anal sex, anal rimming, anal fisting, using massive dildos and strap Ons, flogging, cock cages, urethral sounding, pissing, douching, paddling all BDSM imaginable, the best part is eating each other's ounces and ounces of hot white boy cum.
Brayden’s Mom replies, “So pretty much what your parents are doing!” We all roared to the point of tears.
My Mom said, “Well, we will tell you boys that on the way here, we knew the most important thing was that you are all alive and well. We love you boys all so much! Josh, James, with the blood-sucking lawyers and the BAMF boys back on the Yacht, have assured us of the plan to keep you safe and secure. We would love to visit again or meet in the BVI, but failing that, the lawyer has told us that they have frozen and locked down all your emails, phone numbers and social media accounts, so can we at least set up Zoom or team chats online periodically so we can see and get caught up?
I answered, “Yes, we will send you just one email from the website with meeting links, as we have satellite internet, which is better than back home! But we do not wish to hear about other world or negative family and friend events and do not expect us back for sickness and death. We have all been so much happier and relaxed without all the bullshit news and social media brainwashing and stress. We do everything together, so we request that you eight coordinate and all get together so that you see and visit all of us at once, maybe bi-weekly, as we will have about six hours between departing boys and new arrival boys.” They all nodded. It sounded good, and they would work it out. We hugged and kissed, and they left with tears…. ah! Thank God that was done!
Later that day, Tommy and the boys started dropping supplies back and forth hourly. One load was premixed concrete up top for the helipad, as we agreed to take that as a time and work-saving amenity. I am not sure who here reading has ever done concrete road work and construction, but if you think you are in good shape, you are not until you do this. Holy Fuck! We ached for days; it was all we could do to build and set up everything else.
Soon, however, we had the dildos, with the BDSM furnishings, the loungers and all our BDSM impact and bondage items. It was challenging; we still managed randomly do lots of boy-on-boy sex, setting up and unpackaging - building the BDSM stuff got us so fucking horny and turned on!
Many times, we were in sex acts when Tommy and the boys dropped our goods. They often hover extra long from a distance and watch us with their zoom cameras. They were all so hot and gorgeous that we waved back, showing them our huge ejaculation and cum eating – it was such a turn-on to show these older daddies our sex.
Our other random ordering on websites worked perfectly. We tagged them as planned to our company name and had them delivered to Tommy and the BAMF boys in the BVI. They would fly them out with other stuff automatically the next day.
Everything was ready after two weeks of gruelling labour, even the ship mast staircase. We were all amazed at how filling the other 5X5X5 mass tubs with water, watching it slide down the mud stream bed and pull the masts up to the summit was like figuring out how the Egyptians built the pyramids, but with a lot more slave labour for sure! The same worked in reverse to lower the masts down the chute hole by removing the water once in place; all comes down to balance. Finally, again, all was complete with the extra two king-size loungers to each sleep four of the eight Twink guests; all were ready to receive Twinks on their 18th birthday starting Saturday, Aug 30, 2025. We were PREPed also for two weeks as the meds were in our delivered drops.
Brayden said, “Before we start with the Twinks next weekend, can we test the panic button? It has been two days, and Tommy, Miles, Troy, and Billy have not delivered anything; we have all sex goods and furniture set up; all IT digital media up and running on the best porn site in the world, GayDemon! I know we have dozens of applicants for Aug 30 to weed through, but I want my first-time older man Daddy Fuck!”
Scotty answered, “Me too! I want to see Miles Big Black Cock sliding in my white boy-cunt and down my throat!”
Sam said, “Ok, but let’s each get on or in a piece of furniture and wait for them to storm the room, seeing our cunts wide open looking to fill our semen deprivations.”
I answered, “Ok. We will have one hour after I press the fob button. Ready all, here we go!” I pressed the button and got one silent red flashback indicating the received signal. We arranged our buckets of coconut lube all around. I got in one sling and Brayden in the other. Scotty took the spanking bench, and Sam the St. Andrews cross.
We were so nervous; we chatted all about our daily varied itinerary and sex once we started to host and train the Twinks. Wow, an hour had passed, and we did not even hear the helicopter. We all nearly shit our pants, and suddenly, Tommy came rappel-flying down the Sea-side vent chimney, damn near landing in the boiling water vat-almost took out the fucking still and purification set up.
Miles silently appeared on the circular staircase out of nowhere; Troy ran in from the far mud side of the lagoon and Billy from the corner of our main winding ramp from the beach and hot tubs.
Tommy said, “James, Brayden, Scotty, Sam—you boys all green and clear?” We all giggled.
I said, “Yes, fine – we just had an emergency, Daddy- cum- deprivation. We were hoping you hot guys could fill our holes and throats with your hot man cum!” They all roared. Slowly they stripped off the load of arms and weapons and shit. We had no idea what it was for, but each of them ended naked with a pile the size of three oil barrels worth of gear – holy shit! All their cocks were a firm 10”.
Tommy came to me, Miles to Scotty, Billy to Brayden and Troy to Sam. They knelt and started to eat our assholes so ferociously. The slurping sucking sounds with their clean shaved man faces had our cocks so hard and dripping. They pulled apart our holes and exhaled our rosebuds, gasping at our beautiful flowers. They slithered their hot tongue up and down and all around as we each moaned and groaned. They sucked and ate our boy-cunts. They pumped our dripping, raging cocks – it was heavenly.
After 20 minutes, Tommy got up and grabbed a handful of oil lube and thrust his massive 10” cut cock up my boy-cunt. It felt just like Brayden's huge dick. He grabbed my legs and started pounding my butt cheeks with his pelvic jackhammering. His piercing, huge penis strikes my prostate and vesicle so perfectly with military precision – they better fuck with military precision!
I glanced around; Miles, with his huge uncut black cock was pounding Scotty’s face as he made choking and gagging sounds. Miles often stopped and said thoughtfully, “Scotty, are you ok? I would never want to hurt you, sweetie!”
Scotty answered, “It is perfect black cock, Miles, and if I choke and die, I know you will resuscitate me….it would be a great death!” We all roared to the point of tears; Miles slipped that vast black uncut dick back down Scotty’s suctioning throat with cries of joy and rapture from our Ginger Twink.
Hot Baby Face Billy, the Brenton Thwaites clone, was fucking Brayden beside me so lovely as my lover ground more profoundly against his thrusting cock with agonizing joy and bliss all over him. Sam was getting doggie fucked standing up in the St. Andrews cross. In minutes, the four men were grunting and groaning. It was beautiful as they all came together deep in our boy-cunts, screaming that we were being bred like the adorable little Twink sluts we were!
I yelled, “Breed us! Breed Us, you Bad Ass Motherfuckers! Breed us, Boys!” That was not the word; there was no description of the ultra-joy they brought us, teaching us techniques we were unaware of. These mother-fuckers had fucked a lot, and they knew how to fuck Twink boys!
When they flooded and blasted our cunts with their hot creamy load, they sucked it out of our pussies and came and dropped it down our throats, finishing the cum eating with their cocks deep in our gullets.
Holy Shit! We thought they were done; they were just getting warmed up! They rotated and ran around double penetrating us from top and bottom and side to side and then forced their considerable cocks in our mouths as we ate our group's ass cream and juices.
Each of us boys screamed and yelled, “Don’t Stop Daddies! We are cumming. Holy fuck, we are cumming! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” The four of us shot ounces and ounces everywhere, some down their throats and some down ours. The room and we were drenched in boy and man cum; it was a dream cum true.
Four hours later, we had all been fucked, sucked, rimmed, and eaten so much man cum and had our holes stretched and fisted by their powerful big hands and arms. It was stupendous ejaculations hitting the ceiling and all our bodies. They collapsed on the floor in total bliss and exhaustion!
It was nice to taste and feel and eat different man cock, especially uncut and big black cock and all of them with fantastic thick man-bush trimmed just right! This is what we had to look forward to when trying to recruit our Twinks from around the world to train.
We all got out of our BDSM apparatus and joined them, sitting on our stone floor as we gulped our homemade bottled water.
Billy said, “You boys have built an incredible Twink BDSM training facility here – we love it and love you boys. Although we suck, fuck and fist each other regularly, we can all admit we have not had this much fun and cum this much in a long fucking time!” They all nodded.
Brayden answered, “Your man cocks are all so big and beautiful.”
Tommy responded, “You boys are all just 18, so with the fucking and fisting and Assgasms, your cock will grow; trust us; there is still lots of big boy cock to cum out of you boys between now and age 21.
Troy stated, “You boys are doing important global great work here, and when you call, we will always arrive prepared for anything. However, even though we will still arrive being prepared for anything, if we are cumming for a regular sex visit, I think we can give you boys our number and email.
Miles said, “Tommy, I was thinking exactly about what Troy said. Also, if we ever arrive and there is a hidden issue, all you boys have to do is start calling us Mr. This will be the sign you are under duress.”
I answered, “Fuck, you guys think of everything, don’t you!”
Tommy answered, “Once you are a soldier, you can’t ever turn it off. You are always in defence mode and ready for the unexpected 24/7/365.”
Miles said, “I love the alcohol still, boys – I hope you clean it daily to avoid the Methanol?”
Sam answered, “Yes, the first thing we discussed was ensuring we did not get any methanol formation. We use it to clean and only drink the Caribbean bottled stuff from the shipwreck. We think our booze is safe but never tried it or tested it.”
Troy said, “Probably safer drinking your moonshine here than that local shit! If you guys want, we can import the best booze from Canada. Otherwise, Miles has a PhD in chemical and biological engineering. He is like our MacGyver! He can test your moonshine.”
We all nodded and handed them a few random bottles from our alcohol still. We learned that Tommy has a PhD in Aeronautics (he is a pilot), Billy has a PhD in Information Technology, and Troy has a PhD in weaponry and demolition.
Brayden said, “Fuck I wish you guys could somehow safely take down the few Manchineel trees on our two lagoons here without setting them on fire with Toxic smoke. James warned us about them, and I almost killed myself again on the first day here!”
Tommy said, “Consider it done; you boys will love the features of our gunship!” We hugged and kissed them and walked up the circular stairs to see them off the helipad.
Tommy said, “Brayden, this helipad is flawless and exactly level—incredible construction, boys!” We all smiled, held each other naked, shook our hips in a fem-boy demeanour, and yelled, “See you later, Sailors!”
They smiled and stopped a second before getting on the Sikorsky. Tommy very seriously answered, “We will die for you boys if necessary!” We all nodded, hugging, and teared up, waving.
We stood away until they were airborne, and then we watched them come about as we observed from the helipad. The helicopter body opened and out came these fucking Gatling gun cannons, and they precisely took out the bases of four fucking manchineel trees as we stood cheering on naked with our jumping cocks. The toxic trees rolled perfectly into the ocean and were swept away by the currents!
They gave us a Maverick fly-by wave and were gone. In euphoric excitement, we returned to our CT.
Scotty said, “OK, I am going to check out the applicants, and we need to decide on the first batch for Aug 30th.” Scotty sat at the laptop near our steam wood-fired generator. He looked forward at the screen with some amazement and upset shock and said,
“Guys! We have over 1,000 applicants just for the Aug 30th intake – Holy Fuck, how is that possible!”
Sam answered, “Fuck, I was sure limiting it to their 18th birthday on the intake and that they must be virgins…I was sure it would be a few dozen or hundreds at most, fucking not a thousand!”
We did some research. Over 300,000 people turn 18 years old each day around the world. At 52% of average boys, that is 156,000 boys every day turning 18. If just 5% o them are Gay or bi-curious, then almost 8,000 gay boys turn 18 every fucking day. Over 1,000 applicants, meaning half are virgins, and 25% saw the ad on GayDemon.
Brayden said, “Oh My God! How can we choose and turn away so many who need boy-on-boy sex?
Sam answered, “Like in battlefield Mash and Triage units, we must cut our losses and save the ones most likely to produce the best results. It is good that we asked them to list their Country and continent in the subject line. We choose one from Canada, one from the USA, one from Mexico and Central America, one from South America, one from Europe, one from Asia, one from Australia and one from Africa. Then, sort it by location and first cum, first serve.”
We all agreed that was all we could do. We had to create an automated reply to the other boys who did not make that intake, and we would send them the link to the nearest graduate to seek and train with. We culminated into the following first list for next Saturday, August 30, 2025.
Our first group would be Sebastian from Canada, William from the USA, Diego from El Salvador, Carlos from Colombia, Adrian from Italy, Bao from Vietnam, Charlie from Australia, and Junior from South Africa. After we informed them, they all uploaded their government IDs, obtained blood tests, and received confirmation of their PREP. They had a few days to arrange their flights; they all sounded over the stars excited! They had no major health issues other than minor depression and teen anxiety with mild meds.
This was the best we could do; they all committed to sharing and training at least one boy secretly every two weeks upon graduating, leaving the island, and getting that boy, in turn, to promise to train another for two weeks in perpetuity. If this worked exponentially within a year, every 18+ boy on earth should have had gay sex with another 18+ boy and experienced the Assgasm! God, I Fucking hope this works!
