My name is Jacob, most call me Jake. I am 22 and recently graduated with a master’s in information technology. Currently, I work for the Canadian Federal Government in the Ministry of Defense’s Intelligence and Cyber Threat Protection. I can’t say more about that, so don’t ask!
I am gayer than bi but have enjoyed the few girls and ladies I have fucked over the last 7 years of being sexually active. However, teen boys and Twinks are much more passionate and wilder!
During the COVID crisis, dating was out, and direct contact with hook-ups was forbidden, especially in my line of work. I came across an incredible dildo manufacturer called Mr. Hankey Toys. They make all types of cut and uncut massive dildos and creature cocks. I now own over 40 of the very largest that have brought me to multiple handsfree powerful multi-ounce ejaculations often squirting a few meters, or several feet anyways. Recently, in anonymous groups, I have become an avid player in the gay BDSM scene at local bathhouse events. It is a huge amount of multi-hour fun ending in fantastic anal-fisting orgasms by all! The sensations are indescribable, you must do it!!
I am 6 Ft 2” s and weigh 170 lbs. Working in the Government and Military, we are all in awesome shape; basic training is mandatory. Multiple fitness facilities are available, but I also have my weights and benches at home in my den with walls of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, to keep a rock-hard body. My six-pack, bi-ceps, chest, and tight-toned ass are reminiscent of the Tom of Finland sketched models on their sex packaging; I am somewhere between Twink, and hot adorable Jock. Yes, Vain after all!
My cut cock is huge! I do not know why. I guess it is genetics. Soft I hang 5.5” s and fully raging erect 9” and perfectly thick with light soft veins. I have slightly larger testicles than average close to large grapes that hang nicely in a warm light flesh scrotum. When I was 18 years old, I was already 7.5” long, and thickening. I did work out a lot, and possessed a Twink-Jock swimmer’s body; maybe my testosterone was peaking higher from working out so much causing the penis and testicle growth?
No matter: I am happy with my big size and most guys like it better than the girls. I have dark brownish hair with a bit of natural deep reddish tones. I keep it in a shaved fade with longer tight curls on top. My eyes are aqua blue. Many have said I turn heads of both genders when I walk down the street, so I guess I am handsome, but not being vain…yeah right!
It is now mid-August in 2024. Often on Saturdays after breakfast, and a 90-minute workout I like to go for a run or brisk walk in my neighborhood in Toronto Canada. I am close to the downtown universities or the colleges, and relatively close to the Gay Village. There are several nice parks and path routes, to walk and run that vary.
I had no idea, this Saturday morning would change my life for the better, and forever. As all know, the world is struggling worse than ever with the homeless crisis. More and more young people are ending up on the streets for a plethora (like a laundry list) of complex reasons. I see so many, and it is so sad; I shit you not, it often brings me to tears seeing some of them.
I was walking down a sidewalk path with a picnic table catching my breath from some interval training. It was not unusual, but I saw a young person lying on their back, mouth open and breathing. I thought it funny that this guy had a chain around his waist with a padlock and the other end of the chain was around the frame and both tires of this bicycle with a second padlock. He had a wire lock around a knapsack and the zippers all had locks on them. I stopped and looked once past the picnic table a little more. He had shaggy blonde hair, worn in a disheveled mop top with lovely dirty locks to his shoulders. He was very thin; had bruises, scrapes, and scratches that I could see through his heavy fishnet shirt. He had ripped denim shorts, more fishnet stockings, and black heavy construction boots that were very worn and beat up, with holes and splits.
Me being me, my eyes wandered back to his package which had an impressive bulge, but his denim shorts were crazy tight. My gaze then returned to his sweet boyish face…adorable. He was a cross between the Twink porn stars, Scotty Clarke & Niki Culkin. Even though dirty and street-affected there was something so familiar about this kid and I just could not place it. I sat down on the far edge of the picnic table and took him all in; about 5 ft 11” and maybe 145 lbs; as I said, ribs, abs, and muscle fibers were very visible. Finally, after 15 minutes I saw on his right index middle finger a black and white checkered ring with silver diagonal inlays. Only 1 kid I ever knew had that ring.
Oh my God! It is Austin from high school! I was in grade 12 final year when Austin started in grade 9. We were both on the football and basketball teams. He was a very good right guard when I subbed in for quarterback as back-up. My mind wandered to shower time together after practice and games. I chuckled remembering how he made sure to check out my package repeatedly. From what I recall in the shower when he was 15 in grade 9, he had nothing to worry about and was well on his way to a good result. All of us during shower time got half hard whether you liked boys or girls or both. Guys just get so excited being naked with other guys…it is fucking fun, fun, fun!
Anyway, now I am almost brought to tears and a breaking heart and soul watching him sleep with his mouth open. I noticed a barbell pierced his upper and lower lip; the same type of barbell in his tongue with his mouth half open as he breathed. He has 2SLGBTQ symbolic tattoos and earrings, so most definitely Austin has come out as gay.
I sat there watching him sleep and breathe with that open mouth and even though he was in a dirty street-affected condition, with who knows what, it was all I could do not to kiss that hot adorable chapped Twink mouth. Holy shit, I am damn near ripping my shorts and getting a pre-cum huge wet stain. Fuck!! What do I do!!??!!
About 100 feet away across the street was one of our famous Canadian Tim Hortons Coffee Shops. At that very moment I decided; I have a spare bedroom with a queen-sized bed and furniture; I am gainfully and securely employed; I have little debt and nice things and a happy pleasurable lifestyle. I always thought, “If I could just save one….!” Tearing up I ran across to “Timmies” as we all know it by. I, quickly watching from there (Timmies) bought 2 Breakfast Meals 2 drinks of water, and a small box and ran back with it. Austin was still asleep. Having done an advanced medical First aid course as part of my training, I quickly looked at his entire body and all the exposed skin areas I could see. He had bruises, pressure marks, cuts, and scrapes but nothing that looked like needle tracks. He had cuts on his forearms that are common with kids in crisis crying out for help but not wanting to die.
It was now approaching noon; I had sat there almost an hour watching him and thinking what the fuck happened. Like I said, I had decided no matter what he was coming home with me, even if I had to put a sleeper hold on him and carry him and his fucking bike and sack back to my place. I am pretty big and strong between that Twink-Jock realm. As luck would have it, a firetruck went roaring by waking Austin. As soon as he saw someone there, he flew into a defensive panic!
He yelled, “Get the Fuck away from me you asshole, I’ll fucking kill you if you try to take me or my shit -Fuck off Fuck off!”
I put my hands up in a waving calm down motion and said calmly, “Austin calm down, I am not going to hurt you!”
Austin screamed more, “Who the fuck are your, how do you know my name…are you a fucking cop?” Just as he said that I saw the wheels turning and he started to recognize me.
I replied softly, “No Austin, I am not a cop! I was a schoolmate of yours. It is me, Jake from high school. Remember, we did football and basketball together.”
In a relieved sort of puzzled response, Austin said, “Jacob…Jacob…what the fuck do you want?”
I answered, “Right now I want you to come to eat, and drink this Timmie's breakfast with me and we can chat.” He looked at the food and drink and leaped for it so fast, he forgot he had chained and wired himself to his bike and knapsack. Sadly, he sort of got yanked back by his baggage. I could not help but giggle for a minute.
Austin pissed said, “Oh you think it fucking funny…do you have any idea how much shit I have had stolen and how many times woke up damn near fucking naked with anything I had possessed, completely fucking gone!”
I replied, “No Austin I do not, I am so sorry. I am here with you and can take care of protecting you and your things, but maybe find your key and unlock those padlocks?”
A look of sheer embarrassment, fear, and horror fell upon his sweet angelic face. I said, “Is there something wrong…like you have the keys, right?”
Austin replied, “Well yes of course I have the keys, but they are…are… hidden...”
I said, “Austin please trust me, I am here to help you.”
He replied, “I usually do this when no one is around to see…”
I said, “Well just take the key out from your hidden pocket and I won’t tell anyone.”
Austin very nervous said, “Jacob, they are not in a pocket, they are in a plastic cylinder in my….my…my…” He looked so defeated.
I asked, “Austin…are they inside a body cavity like…???”
Austin rages in anger yelling, “Yes, it is up my fucking asshole ok! Fuck me! I wish I was fucking dead!” He starts to completely sob.
I quickly said, “It's fine calm down, I totally understand…I am really impressed with your brilliance. You would have made a hell of an intelligence asset-soldier!”
He answered, “Yeah right Jacob! Me the fucking faggot queer femboy in the Army, well it’s pretty obvious Jacob I am really gay.”
I replied, “That is great Austin, I am gay also!”
Austin in disbelief, “You??? Really??? Gay??? But you are so studly, macho, and fuck… you were captain QB and top scorer on the BT…really Jake???, Your queer?
I said, “Yes! Do you want me to suck your dick and eat your boy-cunt to prove it, or pound your pussy?
Austin giggled, “Stop, you are making me hard!” We both laughed.
He continued, “Can you please hand me some of those serviettes there from Timmies?” I did so immediately. He gave me a sort of sexy smile and look, and turned away dropping his torn worn denim shorts, and his sadly skid-marked, what were once white Jockie undies. His thin, but still tall teen Twink-toned ass was before me. He bent over revealing a dirty, but gorgeous pair of nice-sized balls and a cut cock hanging down about 4.5 inches with a nice awesome thickness. I could feel my cock squirt a load. He spit and hacked snot repeatedly into the nappies and then rubbed his spit on his sweet little dirty, but pinkish young anal hole. Slowly he bore down and pushed in some of the spit. He groaned and moaned and suddenly anal-birthed a plastic cylinder the size of a 2” thick by 4” long pill bottle; it was red and Conal like a Nerf mini-football; it was a very erotic scene causing me to ejaculate in my pants again. As it passed from his anal ring, I also saw a squirt of cum fly from his long penis. Fuck he is so fucking gorgeous and hot! He unscrewed the entirely smooth cylinder and pulled out the keys. He then screwed the red cylinder with no sign of feces at all, back together and placed it in a plastic bag in his pocket; he tossed the lightly brown nappies and pulled up his underwear and shorts. He unlocked the 3 padlocks and pulled over his bike, chains, locks, and sack.
I smiled and said, “I am sorry that you have to do that just to keep the things you cherish.”
Austin answered, “I am getting used to it now; I have been on the streets for almost 3 months after I graduated high school.”
I said, “Come eat… let's chat.” He sat down and woofed, and I mean woofed the food down and moaned and groaned like it was better than sex. He gulped the coffee like soldiers back from the front; stuffed his face humming along in great satisfaction with his fingers that had practically just been up in his ass, save for a few soggy nappies.
“Well, you graduated high school, that is great,” I said.
Austin answered, “Yeah, all straight A’s, honor roll, and no fucking job, and no place to fucking stay.”
“So why are you not with your parents,” I asked. He stopped dead with food in his mouth, and spit out a little just to talk with a sad frozen face.
“I stupidly told them when I was drunk and stoned on New Year's Eve last year, that I had just gotten back at 2:30 am from fucking and getting fucked from Tommy, the 18-year-old boy across the street. It went over like a battleship balloon; my fuck head bastard father bagged up all my shit from my room, threw me in the car, and dropped me at the sally-anne at 6 AM. He said don’t come home unless you want to go straight. I grabbed my 2 garbage bags and spit on his face, as I was getting out; I dropped my pants and jacked my cock as he peeled rubber swerving down King.” I sort of chuckled.
I said, “Austin I am so… so…very sorry! For almost 8 months you have been on the street?”
“Well yes and no. I bounced from friends to friends to other relatives that felt sorry; couch to couch and made the mistake of thinking with my cock instead of my brain. A couple of times blew it when I sucked off and rimmed some of the schoolmates in their bed, and their parents found out. Then I sucked, rimmed, and fucked my cousin Peter, who was 15; we were both massively cumming together and could not keep quiet; fuck it was so fun; felt so incredible …. just as my Aunt Mary came in his room…soooo…ssoooo yeah, I finished High school straight A honor roll! (He laughed and laughed, and I smiled).
Queer listed from pretty much all the family and friends. If they all only knew, how gay and closeted their little boys were. Fuck…most of them started the action when they found out I was gay. Fuck I think all guys are gay down deep, it is great to suck a cock and get pounded in the ass isn’t it, you understand Jacob, right?
I replied, “I love gay sex; men, boys…just like you Austin!! I have even matured into extreme huge toys, and big-time BDSM gay group play and have become an avid anal-fister aficionado. It is so much fun!” Austin smiled from ear to ear and lit up like a Nathan Philippe Square Christmas tree. He continued to stuff his big pierced red lips.
I said, “I want you to come live with me…not just stay with me, but to live with me, for as long as you like. I will provide for all your needs and wants, but you must be 1,000,000% honest with me, about your health and safety?”
Austin knew exactly what I meant; he did a huge exhale, and proclaimed, “No! I have never done needles in my body or any injectable shit. Yes, I have taken pills…I have no idea what; I am alive still, so…I have done some weed and booze, coke-crack, crystal meth, ketamine, ecstasy, piss…that was the worst; swallowing really rank skanky skunky boy-piss. I really wanted to do it. Your gay extreme BDSM lifestyle interests me immensely, Jacob. I mean look at how I am dressed, the queer femboy faggot goth rocker punk, I am totally into that shit, it so fucking hot!”
I replied, “It is actually really a hot little outfit you have on, and I am attracted to your oral piercings and earrings; except for the body dirt and unwashed odor, your cuts, scrapes and bruises…I am sorry Austin! You smell like shit, piss, and sour cum death. It is not your fault, society failed you, and I am rescuing you even if I must incapacitate you and kidnap you back to my condo!”
He got a little weepy and said, “You see Jacob, it is so hard to find a safe place to wash and shower on the street without getting raped…I almost got gang fucked by a bunch of foreign crackheads one time but managed to hide in a locker for 5 hours. Are you serious about me living with you for free…. I know if I can clean up; I can find a job; help pay for whatever I can afford or do chores. Or…or…,” He grinned devilishly raising his perfect eyebrows.
I answered, “Please call me Jake. Come on, let’s finish up here and get back to my place. You can bathe and shower for days and I have a great queen bed in the spare room and tons of great food and drink…the only drugs I have, are over-the-counter meds and supplements; weed and booze though, ok?”
Austin stated forcefully, “I told you the truth Jake, I am not a fucking street junkie, but I have tried some bad shit just to sleep. The ground is so painful; you have no idea. These last 3 months I have lost…I do not know how many pounds. I ache and ache and ache. It is all I can do to sit here. Can we get to your place, with my bike, bag, lock & chains…pretty much my life. I don’t think I have any bugs on me or diseases…I hope not!”
“It is ok Austin; we will figure It all out ok. I will buy you brand new whatever you need, so is there anything in the knapsack that is of sentimental value?”
Austin gazed at his tattered knapsack, “No just stinking clothes, but they stink less than what I have on now. The knapsack and I have been through hell, but if you want me to dump the crap in it, I am fine with that. Can I bring the clothes I have on, and just the knapsack, my chains, wires, locks & keys, and my boy-cunt key holder, as a weird reminder keepsake; and the bike please; it was my one true source of pleasure, to ride, and ride, and ride. It loosened my aching joints. It is painful each day to start pedaling, but it helps a lot an hour into it.”
I replied, “That sounds great, so do it, and let’s go. My place is about 8 blocks away.” He smiled and sat up and groaned. He was in pain and wincing. He dumped the rotting clothes, put the sack with his hardware on his back, and walked with the bike beside me. We got more caught up and reminisced. It was terrible how people looked at me with him; walking and talking beside me like I was absolutely crazy to be even near a homey junkie queer punk like him.
We got to my apartment building, and he looked up. “Fuck me! This place looks pretty nice Jake, you have done yourself good buddy!”
I replied, “Yes, I have! I will tell you more later, but I have a great job that I love, and it loves me!”
Austin said, “I wish someone would love me?”
I answered, “Austin, I have not invited you in, to fuck you…ok?”
“Sure! Burst my balloon when I am not even over the threshold or under the mistletoe, bah humbug on you fag!” We laughed and I helped him into the building on his bike.
The concierge Michael said, “Good afternoon, Jacob, is everything ok here? Is this young…young person with you??” As he screwed up his face in horrific disgust.
I replied, “Yes Michael, do you not recognize the actor Austin Butler, he is here in town doing a movie about homeless street kids. I am doing freelance security, and protection part-time; Austin will be staying with me for a long time. He is to be treated as If he were me, is that clear!”
Michael shitting his pants with his foot in his mouth, “Oh Sir! Yes! I understand completely. I did not mean to offend at all; my sincerest apologies Master Austin!” Austin shook his head and smiled. We got onto the elevator. The door closed.
Austin and I both burst out laughing our heads off.
“That actor must be in his late 20’s or maybe even 30…I am like fucking 18!” Said Austin.
I replied, “Well he bought it. He is a great guy; if you need anything, Michael is the go-to guy. He knows I work for the government in the Department of Defense. The building management and the board like to keep a handle on who is who, for our safety and the rest of the building. I will email the complex managers, so it will all be good. I will get you a security fob, and punch code. There are cameras everywhere and guards; we will have to send an image and register you in the next few days, but let’s get you cleaned up first.”
“Wow! You trust me this much, and we have just now, connected after like 4 years.” He spoke.
“Well, seeing as you just pulled a hot red Nerf ball cylinder out of your asshole, and pretty much rhymed off a laundry list of street drugs you have tried; told me all about fucking, rimming, and sucking half the Twinks in your family and the city; I do not think there is anything else you are keeping from me. I mean, Fuck! We used to shower together right,” I said.
Austin smiled, “I used to take extra time just to watch you; you were beautiful then, but you are so Fucking gorgeous now!” His eyes lit up again looking up and down and stopping on my crotch and face, he licked his big red lips.
I replied, “Thank you Austin! You will get back to your wellness soon, I promise!” The elevator stopped on the 36th, floor. We got out and walked down the hall to 3607, the corner unit. I entered my punch code and fob. The door unlocked. I headed over and de-coded the alarm. Austin came in behind me. I held the door as he proceeded in with his bike, and loaded sack (no pun)!
I closed and locked the door, and said, “Ok, now please do not be offended, but we will put your bike in my storage room. I kept the mattress bag from the bed in the spare room, so I am going to bag up the bike until we have time to clean it and fix it up. Also, I have these extra-super large Ziploc bags 2 ft x 3 ft for your boots and clothing you have on until we wash them. Is that, ok?” I said.
Austin nodded, “Yeah! Totally dude, that is cool!” I asked, “Where are your wallet, ID, phone, and valuables?”
He laughed to the point of tears in reply, “Are you fucking kidding me!! Those were the first things to get stolen and mugged off me more than 3 months ago! I fought hard until they pulled knives.” Austin started to ball and break down. I ran to him and hugged him as the tears streamed and poured as he shook just balling his head off as we held each other tightly. Holding him tighter and tighter, feeling his tears drip down my face, chest, and arms. I whispered, “You are safe, you are safe, you are safe!” After 15 minutes he got it together.
I answered, “So we need to replace all your ID and Communications. OK, for me that will not be a problem.”
Austin said, “Thank you, Jake, you have saved me from hell!”
I said, “It’s not your fault Austin, I know you have always been a genuinely good earth brilliant young man, with a great life to live, and live it, you fucking will! If it is the last thing on earth, you will live it, I fucking swear to God!” He smiled and wept dripping tears some more.
“Come now, I’ll get you some water and 3 extra-strength Advil. Then we will alternate in 4 hours with Tylenol; but no booze with Tylenol within 24 hours of each other, or you will kill your liver and go into heart failure, maybe even die,” I said.
“Fuck me! No way! Are you serious? Shit that is what killed a few guys I know. They thought it was fun, to take, half a bottle of Tylenol with a 26er of vodka. They found them cold and stiff in an alley the next day. Holy Fuck, maybe skip the Tylenol for a few days.” Austin said.
I stated, “Come to the bathroom, bring our water bottles, and let’s get you in a nice hot tub. I will bring you more water, juice a snack, and maybe some supplement vitamins.” I returned in 5 minutes with meds, vitamins, pain stuff, and water. He looked so melancholy sitting on the toilet. Looking around at my huge bath, with a double shower, double soaker tub, 2 double sinks, and modern toilet all surrounded with walls of mirrors. He was making note of my multiple douche nozzles and attachments of various phallic shapes in the tub and huge shower.
Austin replied, “OK, I must tell you, Jake, your place is awesome and really fucking cool! I promise to take great care and never break or make a mess. But I need your help! I am in a lot of pain, and really, really, stiff, without the bike ride. I know it sounds crazy, that the intense exercise eases the pain even though I barely have the energy to pedal daily.”
I said, “No, no…I totally understand. It makes perfect sense after sleeping on the ground. Come, I have the bags here, so I’ll turn on the double bathtub, and you stay on the toilet. I’ll help you get your boots and clothes off.” He nodded in agreement with a little smile. Thank goodness my bathroom Is huge. I stood over his thin yet wiry sculpted body. I removed his fishnet shirt revealing a nicely defined tight carved chest and abs; very thin, and a sort of malnourished appearance; sadly, a variety of scars, healing cuts, and scrapes or bruises.
Next, I knelt and slowly undid his bootlaces. His feet and socks smelled like dead rotting fish. Upon removing his socks, as one would expect, he had a few not quite open foot sores that were possibly infected, but treatable and healable. He kept apologizing for the smell. My exhaust fans were on, and I assured him to stop worrying about it. Now came the awkward time even for 2 young gay men. I think he played up the stiffness and pain just a bit, so I would have to do this for him.
Austin pleaded, “Please Jake, would you kneel and let me lean and hold your big strong back and shoulders? Then help me slip off my shorts and underwear please?” His gorgeous emerald, green eyes with that shaggy punk long blonde hair and those blonde dirty locks against his full red pierced lips had me melt like butter. I did as he requested. I slowly and gently lowered his shorts. More pressure marks, bruising emerged, scrapes, and general dirt; he winced and sighed in discomfort.
However, there was a fair bit of muscle tone and a very defined sexy V-shape hip flexor. All he had on now was his tattered shredded underwear. Yes, they reeked of sweat, sour piss, and general ass-shit stench. I slowly lowered them down to his ankles; more sores and welts appeared. I also took note of the pre-cum dripping from his soft pink swollen penis glans. His penis had some red rash to it, and old grunge, but nothing that looked like an STI or disease. His soft 4.5 inches started to get hard and thicken beautifully.
Austin cried, “I am sorry Jake. I have not been naked in over 6 weeks. I have not ejaculated in 2 months. It is so awful not to be able to cum safely or cleanly anywhere. I think it’s the worst part about street life is being a crazy horny teen and all the time so horny for young men… you can’t get that stress release safely without risk of rape; my body is broken, and oh Fuck…Look at me! I am fucking God Damned mess!”
I slipped his underwear off. Austin was starting to get fully erect. I turned off the tub and checked the temperature; pretty much perfect between warm and hot.
I said, “OK, let me carefully help you in, and then I will strip and get in with you and behind you.”
Austin was horrified, “Are you fucking crazy! You’re going to get in there with me while I am covered in weeks’ worth of….of….My…own …..my own…my….my fucking shit and piss…you….you…you might get something from me…fuck I don’t want to hurt you….I….I….” Weeping, sobbing, and shaking he said.
I replied, “Shut the fuck up, and get in the fucking tub right now you beautiful boy!” Austin let out a sobbing smile; a big groan and sigh as his feet hit the water. Just knee deep his cuts and sores would burn and sting. I stripped down revealing a dripping rock-hard 9” cut cock myself. I saw Austin staring at it with a little gasp. He went to a full dripping erection of 7.5” s. When healed and clean it would be a gorgeous penis and perfect testicles. His pubic hair was thick and matted, and maybe even had insects or bugs but I did not care, I would trim him later tonight.
“I’ve wanted you, since the moment I laid eyes on you when I was in grade 9. I used to jerk off several times a day thinking of you and your cock in the showers at school,” he said as tears dripped off his sweet youthful innocent face. He was in a total lust trance now.
I answered, “I Know Austin. I used to blow many loads about you also. I was 18 and you were 15, so…well you know. We have a lifetime ahead now, so let’s get you well and go from there. I am on PREP have other STI curing meds and have been vaccinated for everything else. I am not going to fuck you or suck you and you will not suck or fuck me until we are both sure that you and I are 100% healthy and safe. Let me wash your body, and do not be embarrassed, just relax and enjoy it and I will try to be gentle. We will likely have to change the water a few times. I am not worried about any shit or piss or blood or puss that comes off of you. You are so beautiful and gorgeous. You will be back to yourself in no time, this I promise!” He wept some more.
I turned him slowly to face the taps and faucet in my 6 ft long by 4-foot-wide oval bathtub. My raging penis brushed his lower back and ass. He shuddered as I saw some semen eject from his hard penis and glans. I sat down in the clear clean water. He was filthy, filthy, filthy, and absolutely gorgeous, like a Greek God at the same time. I pressed my hands and grabbed his ass cheeks and safely and slowly helped him lower into the tub. He winced in pain with those burning sores.
Finally, he was in, but shaking and quivering. I asked, “Are you cold, I can add more hot water?”
Austin, very emotional said, “No Jake, it is perfect, perfect like you. I think I might ejaculate and cum it has been so long, I am really excited and turned on, but my body aches and is so broken and disgusting.” He balled and balled, and shook as he leaned back against my raging 9-inch erection. His penis was partly underwater, but mostly out looked like it was going to rupture he was so engorged, it was incredibly perfect in shape, cut, and size, yet looked sore and painful.
I stated, “Austin, I will start washing you with soothing coconut oil, just with my hands. I keep this pump container here on the side of the tube for anal douching with my nozzles there. I think the soothing oil will help the dirt wash away and moisten your dried cracked and elements exposed dermis; after a few water changes, we can add soap and conditioner and a light wash sponge mitt, with the netting to gently exfoliate and thoroughly clean you, then re-moisturize massage.”
Austin's emotional and quivering voice replied, “You can do anything you want to me Jake, please whatever you think is best.”
I filled both my hands with about 3 ounces of coconut oil. Slowly and gently, I applied it to his defined, sculpted, yet thin and malnourished back feeling his ribs and organs. I massaged his shoulders and felt him relax; I rubbed his back some more. I ventured up to his neck and head, massaging some into his soon to be so beautiful hair. He let out a great sigh of relief and pleasure. After 10 minutes of me working his back, he finally laid back and the tension melted from his body. The water was grey with brownish-red streaks as the dirt and scabs slowly started to soak off his body. I refilled my hands with many more ounces of coconut oil. I began to slowly and gently rub his tight hard chest and stomach. My hand brushed his engorged erection several times as I ventured lower to get some of the oil into his matted and dirty tangled blonde pubic hair.
Austin turned his head to my lips and said, “Please Jake, gently masturbate me, make me cum please, I beg you please, it’s been so long.” His mouth was open. Those pierced big red lips and tongue were so lovely. His breath was not great, but not too bad. I thought his teeth and gums looked ok, all things considered. I said to myself, Fuck it! I opened my mouth and planted a huge wet open mouth tongue dancing kiss on him. Our tongues wildly swirled, and we shared our oral juices.
My right hand covered in coconut oil gently began to slowly stroke his penis as he groaned and groaned while we sucked his face. His moans and whimpers intensified and sped up as he approached his beautiful climax. Louder and higher his sweet boyish voice sighed and cried out. I felt his ass and back arch up knowing he was going to cum. Just then he pulled off and articulated,
“Oh, Fuck Jake, I am going to cum! Fuck yes! Oh, Fuck God! So Good, it’s been so long! Fuck yyyyyyeeesssss, OOOOHHHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!” Well, it definitely had been a very long time. His hot pretty healthy semen flew past his face and covered my face, my open mouth, and the mirrored wall behind. A few weaker slower shots hit his own face and chest. After over a minute, his multi-ounce ejaculation was done. He collapsed, both of us panting. My cock still raging hard pressing against his back. He turned around with a moan of great relief and kissed me again, sharing his semen in my mouth and his. I sensed him swishing it around and making noises of a questioning sound.
Austin asked, “What do you think? What does my cum tell you…anything about my health?”
I replied, “Well Yes! It actually does. Let’s note a few good things here. You just had a very impressive ejaculation, with great sensation and feeling, so your sex organs and response are in excellent shape. You are very dehydrated, so when you are fully hydrated, your volume and power should be almost a fair bit more. I am not bragging, but when you see me cum, you might be a bit shocked. I can see that you are missing some essential minerals and vitamins, and it tastes quite nice but is missing some special notes and tones. I know exactly what you need. Do you have a family doctor, or do you want me to get you tonight to my doctor who runs a weekend youth sexual health clinic? Tonight I know she would squeeze us in for a rush checkup, blood work, get on the meds, PREP of course, and other health supplements?”
Austin very relaxed and still moaning a bit said, “No, and yes. No, I do not want to go back to that perv pediatrician who always was closely inspecting my cock and balls with his hands for 19 minutes out of a 20-minute check-up trying to get me hard and to cum.
Yes, I really do want a doctor and blood work and get on all the available therapies for us who are gay and want lots and lots of rough wild hot sex, toys, and BDSM implements…I can hardly wait for you to have your way with me when I am healed!” He grinned, turned back, and kissed me deeply some more, pushing his tongue probing every inch of my oral cavity. My God! What he would do to me anally, I could hardly wait!
I replied, “Tonight I will get us in with my lady doctor, Mona Ramirez. She is so hot and very gay; totally awesome! She damn near fisted me one time in her office checking my prostate, so it is why all the boys love her as head doctor at the downtown “College Sexual Health Clinic.” She can run all the tests and results in minutes, and make sure you are good, and we can leave with all the meds and supplements you need.”
Austin stated, “Well sounds great, but you just swallowed several ounces of my cum, so a little late to see if I have anything.” We both chuckled.
He continued, “Wow, this is a nice extra big tub, but fuck, this water is disgusting! Shall I drain it and re-fill?”
I answered, “Well sure, if you can reach it without too much pain.” Austin leaned forward and lifted the drain plug. The grey, brown water drained away. He turned on the taps and regulated it hotter than before; we washed some of the residue away. He then plugged the drainpipe and squirted in some of my vanilla brown sugar anti-bacterial body wash. He was in some back pain, while now on his knees. He looked back and asked,
“Jake, would you please use the coco oil and some of the anti-bacterial wash on my ass cheeks with the pressure sores and bruising please?”
I responded, “Yes of course. Why not take a few towels and let them get in the tub under your knees, so you are comfortable as can be, while I massage your sweet Twink ass!” He sighed and moaned at the thought of it. I took several ounces of the coconut oil and rubbed it slowly and gently all over his perfectly toned ass. I spread his cheeks apart and gently flicked his anus.
Austin asked, “How bad does it look? Is it cleaner and smell any better?”
I replied, “Well, it is getting there. Just lean over the tub edge and grab some more towels there to rest your arms and chest on while I work and clean it all out.” Austin turned back after in position and smiled.
“Jake, will you please finger fuck my boy-cunt anus. It has been 4 months since I have been fucked. I have been anally masturbating with the red key holder cylinder; all I had was spit for lube, so I am scared that maybe I tore or broke something in there.”
I replied, “Well the anal canal, rectum, sigmoid, and colon are much stronger and sturdier than we are all led to believe, so I am sure you are fine, but I would be honored to examine you, just promise you will tell me when it hurts or to stop or slow down.”
He lustfully turned and said, “I promise Jake, now please examine my boy-pussy?”
Fuck he was so adorable. My penis was spewing thick hot semen and pre-cum doing this to him. With almost a half-cup of pasty coconut oil I slathered up and down his white crack that had just a few whisps of blondish hair, so a bit darker in pigment, everyone so perfect and sexy. I started to do slow circles around his anal ring. After a few minutes, Austin whispered, “Enter me please.” I took one finger and gently pierced his anal ring. It was quite tight. He moaned and sighed and let out a huge relaxing breath of pent-up pleasure. Ever so gently I started a rhythmic thrusting. He moved his hips and butt fucked my finger. I heard another emotional sobbing plea… “More Jake, please more fingers!” Fuck! How am I not going to fuck him tonight! Well maybe I can finger him to orgasm I thought.
Slowly, with more coco-oil lube pressed in my 2nd finger into his hot hungry hole. He moaned and groaned louder and louder and continued to push back on my fingers. He turned his sweet face to me, smiled, and nodded, which meant more. In a few minutes, I was rotating 4 fingers slowly opening up his ever-loosening anal ring. The look of absolute bliss with those green, emerald eyes and blonde locks wet with oil and soap clinging to his perfect God-like angelic face and pierced red lips…fuck I had never been so turned on and attracted to anyone ever. Oh My God! I am in Love with him!
I felt a fecal nugget; I wanted him to be comfortable.
“Austin, please know I love this part of it, and it is the greatest pleasure; I am pulling out your fecal mass and will throw it in the toilet. Please do not be embarrassed, it turns me on to do this for you. I want you to enjoy it, and orgasm if you feel like it.” I spoke.
He responded, “Clean out my bum Jacob. Then I want your entire hand and fist in my pussy deep as you can; make my prostate and glands erupt more creamy white seed please!”
Well, who the fuck can resist that! I sexily removed a nice solid brown log, about the size of the Nerf ball that he has been ass-stuffing. I tossed it directly into the toilet some 8 feet away.
Austin giggled and said, “Top scorer on the basketball team; quarterback…Yeah, I think so! Now boy shit thrower extraordinaire!” We both roared to the point of tears. “Get that hand, all the way up my boy-cunt pussy my lover, right fucking now!” I grabbed a huge fist of the coconut oil and approached the duck beak formation. After about a minute of his moaning and loosening, he turned back and nodded to go for it. I pressed harder and twisted at the same time. Suddenly my entire hand was sucked up by his sweet little anal canal. It felt so velvet warm and delicious.
Austin screamed, “Oh Fuck Yes! Yes, Jake Fist my cunt! Pound my pussy, please! Oh, Fuck I am going to shoot like never before! Oh God Fuck Jake! OHH OOOOHHHHHH I Never! Never Felt it like this! OH God Fuck!! YYYYEEEESSSSSS! OOOOOOOHHHHHH JJJJJAAAAKKKKEEE!”
Wow! Several squirts of powerful thick white semen pelted against the tub edge sounding like a liquid pressurized can release hitting metal. The look of absolute joy and rapture was incredible on that angelic face. He ejaculated for almost 3 minutes as I continued to drain his little congested hard throbbing, beating, pumping, prostate. I slowly and gently withdrew after seeing rivers of semen everywhere. There was no fecal residue whatsoever.
Totally breathless, and with a look of disbelief, he swung around and leaped to my face and kissed me wildly. With a look of not lust anymore, but one of dedicated love Austin grabbed the coconut oil pump filled both his hands, and began to stroke my rock-hard monolith-like erection.
“Fuck your cock is so big and beautiful Jake, I love it so much!” he said. After just a few strokes I moaned, groaned, and bucked my hips and blew one of the most pleasurable, powerful high volume and distance cums’ I had ever achieved. It flew out of my cock almost 5 ft landing back down on Austin’s head and smiling face. After several higher squirts he leaned over took my tip in his mouth and swallowed repeatedly; moaning even more than he had when he ate the Timmie's lunch. That pierced upper and lower lip with the bar in his tongue was like nothing I had ever had. Yes, I have been sucked off with tongue-pierced guys, but Austin was the best cock sucker sliding up and down wildly all over my glans and shaft pressing and flicking just so perfectly. He is mine!
Finally, after 10 minutes he pulled off with the biggest smile, my cum still covering his head and face, “Jake, that is the best cum I have ever tasted in my entire life; that power and volume are unreal…wow! You are incredible!”
I said, “Ok, let’s get one more refreshed tub with more Anti-bacterial light scrubbing done; then we will dry off, moisturize, and get down to Mona’s.” He kissed me wildly, and smiled so big like the changed boy he was!
"Jake I have to piss." Said Austin.
I answered, "Well you have had more to drink than most days, so let's share it. Lie back against me and we will taste and share your sweet nectar." His piss was damn near clear as it dripped all over both our faces and mouths and tasted surprisingly quite pleasant. We both swallowed some and kissed passionately. He smiled away so content!
I was pleasantly surprised that so many bruises and scrapes seemed to disappear so they must have just been ground in dirt. We used some mouthwash and rinsed our mouths. I was certain, that was the one thing that he did try to take care of: his dental and oral health. I know most shelters and kitchens hand out free brushes and mouthwash. I dried his lovely shaggy blonde long hair and then quite seriously said staring at his gorgeous face and naked body with giant saucer eyes,
“Oh My God!” A look of fear and worry poured over him as he asked, “What, what …something wrong bad with me, what?”
I answered turning his naked body to the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, “Look! There is a beautiful boy under all that dirt after all!” He laughed and hit me with the towel. He stared at his body and face and was pleasantly surprised, that he weathered street life not too badly. He touched his half-hard lovely cock and looked in the mirror, and said,
“My cock and balls do still look a little angry and raw though eh; but my pussy, has never felt so relaxed and happy!” I grabbed his hand and led him to the leather couch where we sat naked on towels. I grabbed my cell phone and texted Mona with the brief story. She replied in 5 minutes. (Come down at 9 PM at closing. I will squeeze you both in and take as much time as we need, you have done a wonderful thing).
I texted, “Ok, Mona will see us at 9 PM at the clinic around the corner.” I said, “ It is 5 PM now, you will have to wear a few of my clothes for a few hours. How about pizza down at Luiggi’s bar in our building here, and then next to him is Aeropostale Boys and Men’s wear; we will get you all styled up with anything you want, then maybe hair a little trimmed and styled; I know a place that will do pubes too, its all gay boys.” Austin had a funny devilish smile on his face.
I asked, “What?”
He replied, “Can we go to the love shop and get me some Jocks and thongs, but show me first these toys and BDSM implements you have please, so I can get matching styles?”
I said, “Ok, come to my bedroom.” We walked in and Austin was immediately taken aback by the almost 25 feet of accordion-type black closet doors. I slid the entire row open and thought he just might faint!
Austin screamed, “Holy Fuck me, Jake! Heaven! Heaven!!!
