As we held hands, grinning into each other's blue eyes down the hall with our bouncing cocks, we both knew this felt so right now. I was amazed at how incredible and taboo it felt to kiss a boy, especially when we were sharing each other’s creamy white semen and cum juice.
Alan said, “Fuck, your house is awesome, dude! This shower is the size of a Fucking living room, for fuck’s sake. You even have a plastic wicker and cushion sofa in here…why?” He giggled.
I answered, “Well, family and friend guests used to shower off the pool residue after the swim, and others would sit waiting their turn (I digressed a minute). Drink this bottle of water from the fridge; we need hydration. You can see the glass door, the pool, and the colossal lit patio right there. Usually, the swimsuit was kept on depending upon who it was; a few friends and I would strip and shower naked but never made a move other than circle jerks. It’s a lot of fun cumming together with different boys.
Not to list the boys I hung out with, you know them, so pretty much at one point, we have all showered naked down here often after porn circle jerks and skinny dips. It is so much fun to be naked and hard with other boys – but as I said, no matter how horned up we were, no one ever made a pass for anyone – in retrospect, we are all pussies!
When they lived here at this house, my older brothers and I often showered naked and even skinny-dipped together; Mom never cared. She thought it was fine and normal. The is so much bullshit aversion here in North America to nudity.
Mom took us to Hungary for one of her World Bank conferences. We were in our low to mid-teens when we were younger. Everybody on the beach and the pools was often naked. All the men and boys of all ages were in different states of erection, and no one cared or batted an eyelash. It was a lot of fun and so accepted and expected.
After that, nudity was cool in this house. It is a long story, but my brothers live out of town with my dad and attend other colleges. The locks and alarm codes have changed, so relax, Alan. We are here alone. Mom texted that she was in Ottawa; I armed the perimeter, except for the main sliding door to the pool.
He answered, “Wow! Anthony, you are so lucky. Having experienced all that teen boy nudity and jerked off with boy buddies. I always dreamed of that and never got it done.”
I said, “Alan, I would be so happy over these next ten days If we do nothing but act out each others' fantasies like a continuous first-time event over and over until we paint this basement with our boy-cum. I will douche first to relax you, as I sense, like myself, you are nervous with excitement and anxiety.”
He answered, “Well, it is our first time showing our shit to each other, but I like how you worded it in the car…it is a respectful, normal body process we all do. I usually do my morning shit at about 7 AM, so I hope not much in me. Can I sit here on the sofa and watch you clean first while I stroke my hard dick but promise not to cum.”
I stated, “Sure, buddy, do whatever makes you comfortable and feel free to join in with anything I do. I have an extremely open mind, and not much grosses me out. I shit today at about the same time and did not have much food except my sub sandwich about five hours ago.” He grinned and nodded as I watched him stroke his leaking oozing penis. Fuck I was so hard, exactly like him.
I soaped and showered head to toe and scrubbed my hungry hole with lots and lots of honey vanilla body wash. As I suspected, this would happen; with the room fully tiled and open with no glass wall and the shower in the corner, Alan got a serious look on his face. He came over and pressed his erection into mine. We stroked and rubbed our sweet sap-like pre-cum blobs around our penises together; our closing eyes met in a deep wet passionate oral juice-sharing kiss.
I opened my eyes as the water cascaded over our hair, faces, and bodies. He asked, “How were you going to do this?”
I answered, “Well, here, watch the shower head. It easily unscrews, and I think the plastic threaded end feels not too sharp. I was going to lube my fingers with spit, regulate the water pressure and temperature, slowly push in the tip until I feel full, and then blast it out, I guess.”
Alan said, “Wait, let me grab the edible boy-butter.”
I replied, “Good idea, but be careful even though the tiles are all non-slip.” I watched, laughing; he did a cute, tiny, tiptoe-footed scoot to the rec room—his ass is gorgeous and toned. I could hardly wait to part those cheeks and taste a boy’s clean fruity anus and open hole for the first time. In a second, he was back, smiling away.
He said, “You will think I am crazy, but this is so sexually turning me on Anthony. I want to share and watch your shit cleanse, please...can I gently insert the hose after we grease it and your asshole now that you have the water just, right?”
I answered, “I was hoping for the same thing as you. So, let's not embarrass each other; relax and enjoy it.” We smiled and nodded. Alan opened the boy's butter; it smelled like vanilla and pineapple. He knelt beside me as I had my ass toward the considerable drain. My titanium penis blew several drops of thick whitish pre-cum, watching him dip his finger in the lube; I made eye contact as he inserted his finger up my anus and rectum. Alan was panting and so excited as he fingered me, watching my penis drip heavier white semen as I moaned and groaned as we gawked at each other, eyes and mouths as big as car tires. He inserted another finger as I lurched forward with a bigger cum squirt, moaning and grunting. The only thing up my ass in my life so far had been four fingers.
He said, smiling, “You have a solid mass in there, so I can’t go deeper. Fuck Anthony! I am so turned on about to share your solid shit blow. I will lube and insert the hose; relax and push it out when you want.” Alan was so gentle when inserting; It slipped in relatively quickly after his fingering. I felt my anus and rectum fill with the nice warm water. This was a new experience and highly pleasurable. In about 20 seconds, I said pull out. I pushed and outshot the log with a little thump to the floor. It was a solid medium. He re-inserted the hose again; in the same filling, dripping penis moans, I shot out primarily clear water. I could not believe the pleasure and sensations of having my ass inside stretched like that. The eroticism of this act with another boy is a life event to experience. Alan was utterly transfixed, watching my ass squirt the water over and over till crystal clear. He picked up my log and dropped it in the toilet. He returned and washed in the shower vigorously with the anti-bacterial soap rinsing my outer ass and cheeks and the shower floor with more soap as it drained.
We faced each other and kissed deeply. He brought his inserted washed fingers to my nose and said, “Smell all clean?” He giggled. They were all clean, and all I could smell was vanilla pineapple soap and coconut boy butter. I looked into his deep blues eyes, grabbed his hand and thrust his fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking them as I peered like a sexy slut into his soul, going down on his hand. Alan spontaneously, hands-free, mini-ejaculated all over my belly and cock. We chuckled some more.
I said, grinning from ear to ear, “You like the taboo and dirty play, don’t you, Alan?”
He answered, “I have often fantasized about things like this; yes, doing it for real obviously turns me on incredibly. The smell and feel of your feces were nice and manly musky-not unpleasant at all.”
I stated, “We are so like-minded; I enjoy it too. Now bend over and let me clean my lover's cunt that is about to get eaten, bred all night long, and ass busted with a massive dildo!”
We were both continuously beaming like soul mates found – so fucking happy. I knelt and placed the shower hose in my left hand as I dipped my right fingers in the lube. Gently I inserted one finger at a time into his anus and a bit deeper into his rectum. All I felt were small, solid balls. I inserted another finger and massaged what felt like Alan’s prostate. He moaned incredibly as I rubbed and stroked it. I backed off some; I wanted to save his building ejaculation for later during our Fucking, Breeding and dildo busting. I grabbed and slowly inserted the lubed shower hose. He turned and looked me straight in the eyes as he felt the same that I had experienced. He did not even have to tell me when I knew he was packed from the look on his adorable face and a little nod. I pulled out, and he splashed out a few small nuggets. The smell and erotic act were so feral and animalistic; sharing this in private with another boy was so relaxing and oxygenating. It was a dream cum true to find a boy with a wild side just like me. I repeated until he was crystal clear as we giggled away like grade schoolboys playing spitball and blue flames. I lifted his nice little fecal balls and dropped them in the toilet and power washed and cleansed the tile floors. I came back and washed vigorously as he had done. Alan re-attached the shower head and adjusted the temp warmer and higher pressure. We lathered each other head to toe.
I said, “It has been several minutes, so let us both squat and bear down and ensure no water is left in us. We grabbed each other hands and did so, squatted as if to give anal birth with grunts and groans. There was nothing in us; all clean and clear; our cocks were like battleship gun turrets.
We kissed and stroked our cocks, and we lathered soap all over our bodies playing with our holes, poles, crevices and pits. So much fun just being nude and showering together face to face and playing with our entire soapy bodies – fuck, so much boy fun rubbing our skins and surfaces!
We turned off the water. I said, “How about we finger a little of the coconut pineapple-flavoured lube up our boy-cunts so that it has time to soak in and freshen our holes all pretty and fruity-like?”
He answered, “AH, that sounds nice.” We did just that and threw the litre container on the bed.
We walked out the sliders from the shower and bathroom. The toilet was in a private vented room. We would still have sun for a few hours. Alan loved the backyard, looking and smiling all around.
He said, “Fuck! After all that water, I must take a mean piss.” I walked us over to the grass and knelt, holding his hand.
Alan continued, “What are you doing?” He giggled.
I responded, “I always wanted to try hot boy-piss, so come on, Alan, splash it in my mouth and face. I will spit it out…maybe?”
He said, “Fuck Anthony! You are so wild – I love it. Ok, here goes.” He had to push his ass back a bit to open up his pipe. His cock was still mostly hard but just softened enough so he could piss. He started slowly with a dribble. Once it hit my mouth and face, I was sold!
This is incredibly fun and erotic. When he saw and heard my moans and grunts, he opened right up and flooded my mouth and face with his hot boy piss. It was nice and not rank after all that water. Some went down my throat, and the rest covered my face, hair, chest-stomach.
I stood up, and Alan said, “Fuck, that is so hot; come kiss me. I want to taste it!” We sucked face sharing his sweet and salty boy nectar. We walked down the steps hand in hand to the shallow end. Once in about four feet, we dunked under washing off; then we embraced; our penises hit and played underwater cock fights; we giggled, nibbled, rubbed and caressed our ass cheeks and bodies more. It was so exciting to feel a boy's hard, shredded body against mine as we explored our virginal tryouts.
Alan said, “I know we had talked about doing spin the strip bottle or truth or dare, but now that we are at this point, we should save that for another time; maybe we can find other boys to join?”
I replied, “Sure, that makes sense. Once we are up tomorrow, let's go to the Bloor St. Clinic and get on the Prep and other shots. I think we pop back into the Love Shop and buy some proper douche nozzles and hook-up stuff. Did you know that Archer’s mom is a doctor at the clinic; he lives just the next block over?”
Alan said, “Like super hot blonde little Archer from the School Choir-Orchestra-band?”
I answered, “Yeah, little Archer, he is petite for his age, isn’t he?”
Alan replied, “Yeah, but his face and darker eyebrows are gorgeous. We never saw him in the gym, showers, or sports. Come to think of it, would you not just love to see him nude?”
I said, “Even if his cock is tiny, that face and lean twink body are so fucking sexy hot-it is too bad he is so shy and uptight-not too many friends!”
He replied, “Speaking of sexy, come here you.” We kissed and slobbered all over each other again, mouth twirling his shared nectar as our penises continued their horny underwater dual. “Let's get out and get started downstairs, ok? I must do a horse piss now also.”
Alan answered, “My mouth and throat are your hot boy piss urinal – Anthony, I am so horny and turned on with you. I will do anything with our bodies and fluids you want -anything for your pleasure!” I thought to myself, wow, so committed to me. Too bad the girls can’t learn this.
I answered, “I know we can’t cry over spilled milk and opportunities lost; I am sorry we did not connect earlier in school and do sleepovers. Think we better go get caught up, right?”
Alan beamed from ear to ear and said, “Totally, Dude!” We got out of the pool. He knelt on the grass with his mouth open as wide as the Grand Canyon. I let loose my piss, and Alan moaned and savoured my sweet, salty clear nectar. He swallowed about the same as I had.
Hands together, we walked to the basement shower and did a quick walk-through to wash off the pool. We practically ran for the pullout sofa. I opened the minifridge and pulled out a part 26er of Vodka.
“Let’s have a drink to celebrate our cumming out.” Said I.
Alan asked, “Does your mom know you have booze down here?”
I replied, “No, but I do not think she would care. I found an empty Vodka bottle when my brothers moved out. Over the last few years, I stole a few ounces of each new bottle Mom buys and replaced them with a bit of water, so these 18 ounces are from weekly purchases over the last three or four months. I have a little now and then a couple of times a week.”
He said, “Fuck, you are so smart!” He grabbed and took a swig, and then I did. “This is your house, Anthony, so you decided you want to bottom or top first?”
I answered, “Totally Bottom!” We kissed some more. He pushed me onto the sofa bed on my back. Our cocks were so engorged and deep red purplish glans with semen webs all over us. Alan grabbed some of the pillows and hoisted them under my butt cheeks and lower back. I had a few pillows behind my head, so my upper body was curved. Alan lifted my legs to my hands to hold. My hole was so open, hungry, begging for its first live attention from a boy, anything. He lowered his head; suddenly, I whimpered and moaned, feeling his dripping hot slippery tongue slide up and down my anal crack for the first time! It was so blissfully exquisite. I could not believe the fantastic sensations as I gasped, moaned and sighed so free and feral. The pleasure sounds that escaped my mouth seemed to drive Alan even more aggressive as he pressed his entire mouth and face deep between my ass-cheeks. His probing tongue relaxed my anus so beautifully as I felt my external sphincter open; his probing thrusting oral gifts brought me pleasures unbeknownst. Holy Fuck!
Jesus Christ! This is an impossible pleasure. The sensations are totally out of this world. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it deeper, only allowing him to sneak air into his lovely nose every few seconds. The nerve endings in my asshole were like a lightning storm; my grunts, groans, and moans were getting louder and louder as he not only licked and swirled but started to suck my tunnel down into his mouth.
The sensations and feeling deep in my rectum and anal canal – holy shit – why do they not teach this in fucking health and sex ed! Fuck! Oh, My God!! My cock was not just leaking pre-cum, but thick hot white semen running steady as Alan’s tongue tip flicked over and around my prostate, sucking and fucking my hungry hole with his virginal boy tongue. He drove me crazy as I peered into his eyes. The looks of pleasure that he was getting from pleasuring me was the most incredible bonding connection I had ever felt with another human! God, I am so in love with him! After almost 30 minutes of eating my boy-cunt he came up and kissed me wildly as I tasted all the coconut-pineapple lube he had sucked and eaten from my anal boy hole.
I said as he peered into my eyes, “Holy Fuck, Alan! That was incredible. I can hardly wait for me to do you.”
He whispered into my ear, “I know, Anthony, but it is time to take your anal virginity now!” We kissed some more as I felt his dripping semen all over my cock and stomach. Both of us had already released ounces as our semen pooled on my belly.
He rubbed his titanium cock in the boy cum mix and got back to his knees; he pushed my legs up, assisting my hands, pulling under the backs of them. We were smiling and eyes locked as he rubbed his cock tip and glans up and down my hole. He took two fingers and dripped them in the flavoured edible boy butter, pressed them into my begging anal void. I was so horny to be a virgin broken in and fucked, stretched, and plowed; I swear his entire arm could get up my cunt tonight!
Alan returned to rubbing his glans up and down my slit. Slowly he pressed his big cock tip into my hole. I gasped and moaned as he entered. His nearly 8” cock was in my ass about two inches. This was about as wide and deep as I had gone with my fingers days ago. He started to thrust a bit deeper slowly; I winced in some pain and slight burning. He withdrew an inch and pressed back in again, a bit deeper. I cried out with my mouth agape. “Oh Fuck, OH Fuck, Oh Fuck!”
He asked, “Is it ok?”
I answered, “Yes – keep going like that. Just give my ass some time to loosen. Burning hurts some as I never got my fingers this deep and wide. Your Cock is so fucking big, Alan! Keep going, please, lover! Don’t stop!”
Alan said, “Well, our cocks are like clones, so I am chopping at the bit for you to do me!” He continued thrusting in and out, each time deeper and deeper, widening out my starving virgin tunnel. The pain was pressure pleasure and wincing; such big fucking stretches this deep and wide. In a few more seconds, I finally felt his pubic hair on the anal surround. He was leaning forward tight to my chest as he bit my neck and earlobe, licking and teasing all about my face, slowly thrusting his huge penis so perfectly, taking my virgin hole. His hot vodka boy breath on my face and neck – heavenly!
I giggled and said, “Fuck Alan! Have I bottomed out – are you balls deep with that big cock!”
Alan beaming, replied, “I am balls Fucking deep up your hot wet, no longer virgin boy-cunt! Fuck Anthony. It feels so warm and soaking wet; great on my cock. Even better than your fantastic mouth, so tight!”
I said, “Ok—give me a few seconds to relax and breathe, and then start thrusting more and taking my Q—do exactly as I say, please!” Alan nodded, fixed and locked in my soulful eyes. He began thrusting slowly balls deep again. It was like magic. The pain and burning stopped entirely, and all I started to feel was rapturous bliss as his penis brushed repeatedly over my prostate as it swelled and pumped – such an impossible internal joy and pleasure.
I said, “Oh Fuck Alan! You won’t believe how good this feels. No more pain, just cosmic pleasure – the sensations are fucking incredible with your thrust balls deep – I have totally opened for you. Now Alan, pound and breed my cunt – make me your bitch – Fuck, I want it super brutal and rough like a jackhammer out of control – Fuck me, Alan! Breed me! Give me all your hot boy cream, fucking now!” Well, what do you think you would do if you were Alan?
Alan grabbed my legs. I hauled my knees back to my upper chest and ears, making every child-birthing woman look like a complete wuss. He showed me that high school football and basketball athleticism with those washboard abs! He gave me no quarter! He pounded so fast the reverberations of his pubic bone, pelvis, penis and awesome balls on my boy-cunt and ass cheeks and bones produced the most fantastic lightning-fast slapping sounds. His cock ravaged my hole.
I hollered, “Harder, Alan, faster! Bitch Breed me, Boy! Fuck It feels so great…Oh Fuck Alan…..Ooh Ah…..Yes, Yes, I am going cum- Fuck Hard and powerful as you can! Oh, Fuck Yes! I am shooting!”
Alan yelled, “Anthony, I am cumming Fuck, It’s Fucking huge, cum! Holy Fuck Yes! Yes! Yes! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!”
I screamed back in reply feeling my prostate pump and bash like a stone crusher, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD AAAAAAAHHHHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” My hand-free bobbing penis exploded five rope streams of hot extended semen coating my chest, face, mouth and a few pelting on the leather sofa bed back behind my head and feet. Alan had arched his abs and upper body and pressed his exploding ejaculation into my hole with such power that I thought he might crush my thighs! It was the most beautiful thing imaginable to feel his ejaculation squirting up my insides and some to the left deep in me in exact precision with my external cum blow. It was sensational beyond what I ever imagined possible!
Alan finally released my thighs and pulled out; he pumped his cock three times and shot directly into my face and mouth another two cum streams. Sweat drops ram from my head and body, as he dripped from his forehead onto the river of mixed boy-cum all over my chest and body. He took his hands, lifted my ass and cunt and sucked a bit of his white creamy roasting deposits out of me. He slathered up and down my cock and balls like a washing dog and then made his way to suck a pool of mixed boy cum from my belly up to my panting mouth.
We locked lips -so out of control with boy lust and passion. Our swirling-sucking-swallowing tongues share our joint sweet white, warm semen ejaculate. He pulled off my mouth and collapsed his perfect weight on top of me as we squeezed each other so tight, his head right against mine as I wrapped my legs and arms around my lover. I was overcome with emotion and started to cry and weep.
Alan raised his head, worried, and urgently asked, “Are you hurt? Why are you crying?”
I answered, “Tears of Joy, Alan! I never thought an orgasm like that was even possible. It was out of this universe. I feel so sorry for the millions and billions of boys who have never experienced this – this is the sex and male orgasm our boy bodies were built for, period- full fucking stop!”
Alan said, “Wait till you feel your cock inside a boy-ass-cunt; it is just so wet, warm, beautiful and pleasant -unreal sensations. I agree – fuck girls to make babies and grow the population, but if you are looking for the best way a boy can orgasm, then it must be with another boy – this gay sex for boys--they need to teach in high school; all of us should experience it regularly with no questions of anything about stupid orientation or Gender – Just pure love and pleasure! That was an unbelievable cum for me as well.” He wiped my tears and rolled off me as I cuddled into his arm and chest, playing with our body of syrupy semen drawing on his nipples and sternum.
We just held each other in post-coital bliss as our breathing calmed. He turned his head as we peered and gawked into each other's eyes. We caressed each other’s faces and touched our lips, brows, noses, cheeks – we were crazy beyond in love – we were one. I almost felt I could read his thoughts as I started to stroke his cock. It was beginning to swell again, even though we had both just blown about 20 minutes ago. My cock was nearly fully erect as I began to fondle him.
I said, “I want to eat your cock and taste that wonderful organ that just brought me the best cum ever!” I leaned over and slowly sucked Alan’s swelling cock into my mouth. It tasted so lovely, still slathered in our cums and my ass cream lube. Alan started to finger my asshole. I got up over on top of him in a sixty-nine position. My cock was fully erect now and dripping. I knew in the next 20-30 minutes I would be able to have a blasting exploding cum up his virgin-busting boy-cunt. He started to nibble and suck my dick again, and I swallowed his hard penis right down to his wonderful pubic mound and then slithered up and off for another big breath. Fuck-no girl on the planet can do it as a boy can to another boy.
Alan started to tease my hole with his incredible tongue. I grabbed his legs and thighs and curled them up as I planted my gaping, dripping boy-hole right on his mouth. I hyper-twisted my back, leaned down, and started to slather up and down his crack, just like he had done for me. I fingered and pried him open, buried my lips and tongue, shaking my head and sucking his boy-cunt hole until I felt that magnificent God-given walnut gland on my tongue tip. Fuck If I could get my entire head up his boy-cunt to eat and pleasure that prostate, I sure fucking would. Alan started to sigh and moan as we had before. I understood now hearing his pleasure escape his pretty boy lips made me double and triple my efforts. I was making oral-anal love to him, and he to me; it was so incredible and fun.
I wanted him to cum with me breeding him. I pulled off his ass and moved my body to a kneeling position.
Quite serious and aggressive, I said, “Alan, doggie position right fucking now. Place your hands on the leather top of the sofa bed.” He did precisely as I commanded in a flash with panting excitement and anxiousness. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and sucked and swallowed his boy-cunt so more as he gyrated his hips into my face as I devoured his incredible anal love tunnel. His pleasure, sounds, and cries drove me wild.
I grabbed the Boy-Butter and dipped in four fingers. Quite forcefully, I penetrated him with two fingers with an aggressive rotation and thrust as he cried out and whimpered. I leaned forward, kissed his back, licked and sucked his face and mouth. He turned his head more; our eyes met as we kissed passionately. After a minute, I broke and asked, “Good to go?”
Alan replied, “There is some pain and like you felt a new real burn stretch, but please, Anthony, please, I beg you, breed and break my cunt wide open like I did for you, please, I must experience it the same-you know I am wild and dirt boy; rough please-hard and fast as you possibly can-bust my virgin boy-cunt wide open-please!”
I saw the tears in his eyes. Such love – imagine! I released my face from his; leaned back, introducing fingers 3 and 4 deep up his asshole. As I twisted and rotated, he moaned, sighed, and whimpered like a stuck pig. I continued to play with his ass, almost getting my knuckles in him, but I wanted to cum soon deep inside him.
I pulled my hand away from his excellent hole. The gaping wink quivered as I saw his marble penis so hard and erect touching his abs and lower chest. A solid thick string of white cum hung from his glans slit down to the sheets with more drops running down like spring tree sap-fuck so beautiful! I slathered my raging boner with our boy butter and teased up and down his begging virgin hole. Slowly I pressed my large penis head into his broken first sphincter anal ring.
Alan gasped and moaned, lurching forward as my penis entered him. I knew he was feeling the stretch pain as he turned and cried out. I continued slowly deeper, inch by fucking inch. Watching my cock slide in and out was stupendous. Alan was so right. His ass-boy-cunt felt so warm, wet and exquisite with bends, folds, turns, and tunnels like heavenly soaking velvet satin fingers masturbating a pre-pubescent tween boy’s penis for the first time-glory and rapture my shaft skin felt as veins popped and swelled. In a few more minutes, I was balls deep with my pubes seeping against his perfect tailbone. I felt a drop of sweat from my head, the land of his gorgeous back running down its spinal arch to join the sweat beads already there.
Alan hollered, “It feels incredible, Anthony – the pain is all pleasure now – Breed and break my cunt. Please give me your creamy boiling boy seed lover!” I grabbed his hips and started an increasingly rapid thrust, slowly speeding up, striking his ass cheeks a little more intense and faster every time.
Alan repositioned his fingers and hands on the leather sofa cushion top. He grabbed it like hanging on from the CN Tower for dear life. Surprisingly he started to push back even faster and harder against my cock and pubic pelvis as that boy-on-boy butt fucking smashing press sound erupted into the room again. Alan moaned and groaned louder and louder as he went wild, pushing so powerfully and rapidly back on my monolithic cock, the size of a Fucking fire hydrant! My orgasm was building and building as he screamed and fucked me back, nearly tearing my cock entirely right out of my body with his devouring muscular boy-cunt. As my thrusting penis pounded and pounded his prostate, I could feel it swell and pump-beat like a heart watching his pulse in tandem in his neck. He was grabbing the leather top and pounding back on my cock, so feral and almost out of control the seat cushion tore from the main frame as I thought he was going to break my pubic bone and hips.
I reached forward, grabbed his hands, and pulled them and his arms back behind him as he arched; pounding my cock even deeper, he howled and howled like a wolf in heat – such beautiful, joyful boy sounds telling me I was doing him all he wanted. I went utterly total power fuck now, and with all my might, I thrust as hard and fast as I could as sweat dripped from both of us.
Alan cried out, “Anthony, I'm going to cum – Holy Fuck! It's unreal-Fuck, I am going cum Fuck huge!”
That was all I needed to hear as my load was going to make the world's most enormous volcanic eruption look like a spurt. I yelled, “Alan, I am cumming deep; you are being Bred, you fucking bitch. Take my seed Fuck I am cumming. Oh, Fuck Yes!”
Together again we bother screamed, “OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD YYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I felt my nuts and prostate unleash gushing fountains of cum rope torrents deep in him with a least a half-dozen firings. Then I was brought back to reality out of my orgasm as Alan's eyes and head were to the ceiling in an orgasmic dead silence trance with his mouth open as if before God.
Suddenly, I heard a splashing pelting sound. Holy Fucking shit! His ejaculation is painting the pirate painting on the wall behind the torn sofa cushions, almost like cannon firings, as he puts his boy-cum signature all over the work, adding to its greatness and value increase! Fuck, he arched so far back as I grabbed his head and shoulders like most mothers do when boys and puking. His penis unleashed cascades of boy cum all over the sofa, walls and that painting that now had much more battle smoke and volleys than it did before!
Finally, we were done. I pulled out and slathered my mouth on his cunt and tasted my hot semen. I swung around to him and was about to kiss him when he turned and took my cock in his throat, grabbing my ass cheeks and getting every last drop of semen from my penis, force-pounding my deep throat into him as he gagged and choked but loved it even more. He pulled off and banged his sweat cover back down on the bed.
We were Olympically Marathon breathless as I laid down beside him and shared our cum covered mouths and faces sucking our tongues and catching our breath. I saw tears in his eyes as I had had.
Gasping, Alan stated, “Holy Fuck, Anthony!” I did not think you had it in you, but that just blew me out of the water. I never imagined when you described such feelings and sensations that a boy could experience such an ejaculating orgasm like that-Holy Fuck, man – you were astounding and utterly fantastic! Sorry about the wall and painting!” We both roared to tears and nibbled and kissed some more. Just staring at our faces, so in love and so happy. All we felt was wetness all around us.
We were literally in shock that we had just shared such an incredible pleasure and sensation – Fuck! I am so glad to be Gay!
I grabbed the vodka; we each had a swig. I said, “We better take these cum, lube and sweat-soaked sheets off to wash later. I have dry ones in the closet.” We both got up and placed the massive dildo on the table beside us and removed the sex-drenched linen pile to the stairway corner. We remade the bed and then headed to the shower.
We got in under the hot water and held each other, kissing and nibbling more as the water cascaded over our flawless teen boy bodies. Eventually, we soaped up all over each other and rinsed. Seeing ourselves in the wall of mirrors, we both incredibly became erect again. I was not expecting this feeling, but my rectum was almost painfully empty – like a yearning void for more filling. I threw the towels on the tile floor and looked earnestly at Alan as I made a pile for his head.
I commanded, “Lie on the floor with your head on the towel pile.” Alan grinned as he knew exactly what I wanted. I ran and got the boy butter; we would need more of that, no doubt. I slathered his cock quickly and mounted him cowboy. I asked for his hands as we interlocked our fingers. I rode him like a bucking bronco cumming out of the chute! In minutes, we both ejaculated again as I splashed a few smaller streams on his chest and face; we cried out in unison, sharing our orgasm. I could do this forever and ever!
We cleaned up and hit the sofa bed. Cuddling and staring at the dildo, I said, “Tomorrow we will try to ride him if we can get it up us without injury after we are home from the clinic and Love shop.”
Alan answered, “Well, we had better name him to talk about it publicly. Clip Clop is a weird name.”
I replied, snorting and giggling, “How about Archer!” We both roared and sipped more vodka.
I said, “Fuck-can you picture little Archer with a massive out-of-proportion cock like that!”
Alan giggled and said, “Holy shit, forget that it is 3 AM. We played and fucked for eight hours!”
We joked and chatted some more and eventually passed out blissfully asleep. I was having the most incredible sex dream when I opened my eyes, seeing Alan riding my cock Cowboy facing me just as I had done in the shower with him. We both had great cums again. We showered and grabbed some toast and coffee upstairs. The mattress was soaked, so we leaned it against the wall, brought the sheets up, and started a wash.
We got down in Alan's beautiful yellow truck to the Love Shop; quickly chose some proper silicone douche nozzles from 8” to 24” with valves and extra-long hoses. Troy, the same boy who sold me the Clip Clop Large, was on customer service again.
Troy asked, “So did you have a great cum from the dildo and lube? I think it's hot that you are sharing it with your brother!”
I answered, chuckling, “No, Alan is a school friend; we are now lovers after yesterday re-connecting after I left here. We fucked our brains out yesterday, so the Dildo is on the to-do list for later today.”
Troy said, “Oh, sorry! You two look so much alike—both lovely—such a nice couple.” Alan paid for this, as I paid for the dildo yesterday. Troy threw in 2 more free 2 litre tubs of the edible flavoured boy-butter. Troy was bucking for a threesome sometime, but I was not sure we were into him.
We went out to the truck and drove to the clinic down the street on Bloor at about 2 p.m. Dr. Kathy Hunt, Archer’s mother, was on. It was summer, and UNI-College was on break, so it was not busy. Alan and I filled out some intake forms and were returned to the exam room shortly.
Dr. Hunt introduced herself: “Hello, Anthony and Alan. Welcome. So, I understand you two boys are a new couple looking to get started on the Prep and other therapy vaccines - or are you brothers?” We giggled.
Alan said, “We get that a lot with jokes-Brother from another mother or dad, but ah…well…ah, I am adopted, and when I was 16, I tried to research my birth mom – and found out she passed away about 10 years ago in a car crash. I do not know my father, so I just let it go. My adoptive parents are fantastic, and they love me very much. I love them. They are very generous to almost all faults.”
I responded, “Well…wow…this is weird because I know that my parents divorced because my dad just could not keep his dick in his pants and cheated with many women and men as well, apparently even before I was born and continued until they divorced about 12 years ago when I was 6, so although we joked about it, now that I think about that fact – Fuck! We might be ½ brothers. I think that is what they would call us.”
Alan grabbed my face and said, “Anthony, I am in Love with you, and I do not give a flying rat fucking ass if we are half brothers! Nothing is taking you away from me.”
I answered, “Never, Alan! Never will I leave you! I do not care what blood we share. It's not like we will get each other pregnant and have kids with 19 heads now, right?”
Dr. Kathy replied, “I agree, boys. You are a lovely couple, but we can do the blood work and get confirmation in a few days. I agree with both of you. If it comes back positive as ½ brothers, you have no obligation to tell anyone else, and I am under patient-doctor confidentiality. There is enough pain and suffering in this world; you should tell whoever you want or not and keep being lovers. Boy, you both are gorgeous. (We agreed to proceed with the genetic test and signed some documents.) She continued, “Now off with the clothes, everything including underwear, and sit back on the paper-covered sofa, relax. I have seen hundreds of thousands of penises.”
We stripped and got up on the covered sofa. I noticed we were both getting half hard and a bit drippy. The thought of Alan being my half-brother was turning me on. It would explain why we like the same sex and almost anticipate the other's needs, wants and statements.
Dr. Kathy called in a nurse named Becky. She must have been 21 at most; very pretty. Becky drew blood as we sat there naked with our half-hard big cocks forming a little precum. Then, she instructed us to stand and pee into a beaker. We did as she requested and tried to stay calm, not going to full erection. Becky calmly left with all the samples on a secure tray, not batting an eyelash.
Dr. Kathy said, “Ok, so while Becky is running blood and urine, I will inspect your penises, anuses and prostates for any STIs. I notice both your penises look a little red; both of you are lubricating very well – excellent – the red penis is wear-like, not really sore- not an STI…and Anthony, what are these hand and fingers bruises on your inside thighs…and…and… Alan, you have similar bruises on your shoulder and arms?” We chuckled and giggled.
She continued with a big smile, “Oh, I see. You boys were going at it pretty hard last night, eh!”
I replied, “Yes, we were. It was incredible orgasms and ejaculations – best!” She smiled and nodded.
Dr. Kathy asked, “Ok, Anthony, up on the exam table on all fours so I can check your anus, rectum and prostate; it is expected to ejaculate, so relax; it is all good all the time.” I got up as instructed, and she gloved up and inserted her fingers, pressing my prostate as I groaned and came on the paper.
She said, “Excellent; your anus also is a little sore and worn, and your prostate is still a little swollen, but you have been having lots of anal sex and penetrations, so it is normal. Alan, switch and get up on here.” Alan, grinning away, was up there faster than a Jack-Rabbit. She switched gloves and, looked at his hole and fingered him. He grunted and came on the paper as well.
Dr. Kathy again said, “Excellent, same as Anthony. Bit worn, so boys take it easy and lots of lube. If you get into the massive dildos or fisting, go very slow and listen to your body. A little pain and pink spotting are fine. Stop if there is any significant pain or heavy red blood. Apart from that, you are all good. I see here that Becky has your results on screen, and you are both clear on everything. So, I will give you some vaccine shots for HEP, HPV, Doxy, and M-Pox, as well as your scripts and first Prep Pills. Real Easy once a day for 90 days, and we will auto-call you back about day 75 for blood and urine again and vaccine boosters and script renewal. Excellent boys and have a lot of bareback fun – anal penetration for a boy is the best orgasm, no question, so enjoy your prostates and seminal vesicles -eat lots of high-protein Greek yogurt for your douching and have fun!” She grinned away.
I responded, “How is Archer? He is ssssoooooo, good-looking!” Alan jabbed me in the ribs.
Dr Kathy lit right up, “I thought You boys knew Archer. Well, he is a little bored and lonely with school out…ah…you might think this too direct, but Archer permitted me that if any boys ever came in the clinic that knew him, I was good to reveal that he is Gay. He is very, very shy and has problems cumming out still to other boys. He would love it if you guys would contact him and hang out for the summer. He has been on prep for 2 years and clear of everything – of course, me being Dr. Mom!”
Alan and I were over the moon! I said, “Absolutely! Give me his cell, and we will invite him over later today—maybe even a swim and sleepover.”
Dr. Kathy replied, “Oh, he would love that!” She wrote his cell number on her card, smiling away ear to ear. We dressed after we took our first Prep pill and gathered all the other crap she gave us; bounded out of there in a flash.”
Alan and I could barely contain ourselves in the Truck. We were both so excited to learn that little hot Archer was Gay as well. We agreed I should text and invite him right away.
I texted: “Hey, Archer, it is Anthony from high school here. Alan and I just left your mom’s clinic after getting all vacc and Prep’d. We were wondering if you wanted to cum over and hang out?” The reply wait was agony. We pulled into my driveway just as we got his reply nearly 20 minutes later.
Archer texted, “I have dreamed of this—I know your house—I’ll be there in 20, OK—should I bring my swimsuit?”
I texted back: “Awesome, dude – can hardly wait-swimsuits…NOT Allowed!”
