AUTHOR NOTE: Parts of this storyline and future chapters will crossover with another current story of mine, "Swimming Pools and Sleepovers." I hope you enjoy and keep an open mind about all stories and diverse feral sexuality.
Carefully and giggling, I walked into the shower with my boy. I lowered Aaron to his feet; we kissed passionately. He walked over, turned on the shower, and regulated the temperature and flow. Aaron pushed me against the wall lovingly and jokingly kicked my feet apart, and said,
“Spread 'em for your inspection, Master.” We smiled and chuckled, but I did as I was told with my hands up high against the wall, my legs apart as far as they would go.
I could feel the water sprinkling on my feet and legs from the nozzle. Aaron fetched the oil lube and dunked his entire hand into the bucket. Slowly, he slid his delicate, medium-sized hand up and down my divide. He rubbed my anal ring, forcing a grunt and groan to escape my lips as he played with my gaping starving hole. I felt his two fingers enter me. It was lovely as my penis was draining thick precum to the floor. Aarons’ third finger started to widen my rosebud somewhat unexpectedly but excellently simultaneously.
Aaron gasped and, shaking, said, “My God, Garrett! You have the most beautiful anus and love tunnel I could ever dream of. It is soft, warm, and wet like soaking silk, smooth beyond belief.” I could tell that Aaron was unexpectedly getting very excited, probing my manly pleasure entrance to heaven. He withdrew; I was sure the running douche nozzle would be inserted. Instead, I felt his mouth and face pulling apart my buttocks; his tongue shoved deep into my void, drawn in by its yearning desire to be filled and satiated.
Oh! My Fucking God! His swirling tongue is one only a true veteran trained in the fine anal arts could possess. His deep probing and sucking of the coconut lube all into his mouth had me out of control as I started to hand-free cream to the floor and wall. His face, mouth and entire head pressed so hard and far between my pubic symphysis and sacroiliac joints; I swear to God he was trying to get his whole head up my ass.
When my cries and moans reached new heights, I was a bit worried, seeing as we came into douche each other before we had a toy riding marathon. Although we had douched together for the first time about 15 hours ago, I knew from experience that more food had likely been processed and coming down the descending colon and sigmoid. Aaron, inexperienced, may not be ready for dirty scat play, no matter how good his intentions are. He seemed fixed and locked in his approach like a navy pilot guiding to the carrier runway.
Somewhat relieved, his face and mouth retreated. I sighed and panted, relaxing my face against the tile wall. I heard and saw him from the corner of my eye, him fussing behind me with the nozzle, expecting my douche to start. I knew he had become so sexually excited and so turned on the previous night when his feces struck my chest and stomach from his cleanse. I felt his fingers enter my anus and rectum, with the douche nozzle on the back of my thighs. I looked back at Aaron; our eyes met in a deeply, profound connection I had never experienced, almost telepathic-like.
Suddenly, I cried out as I felt his entire right-hand slide forcefully up and deep into my rectum and sigmoid. I ejaculated several ounces immediately all over the wall and mirrors.
I screamed, “Oh Fuck Aaron! Yes, my boy! Yes! Fuck! Deeper! More Aaron, more, please more!” Looking back, he was on a mission.”
Aaron replied, “Teach me, master. What do I do from here to get deeper? I feel a junction and am unsure which way to go?” I thought…fucking hell of a time to ask for the anatomy lesson. I breathed deeply and responded, still panting and excited that he was doing this.
“The sigmoid turns a bit downward on the left side in this position, so angle your cone-shaped hand in the duck-like beak formation down on the left and then try pressing upward to pierce through the sigmoid and straight up my descending colon until your lower bicep is deep in my famished deep tunnel; once through the sigmoid, gently twist your hand and arm so that your knuckles are out to the left side as well.” Fuck I could not believe the novice crazy hot Twink that I have been jacking off over for seven months was here doing this to me!
Aaron responded, “Garrett, your anal tunnel is so beautiful. I can’t believe the warmth and wet curves; they are so heavenly. Fuck you are so incredible; Oh my God, Garrett, I'm through. Holy Fuck! God, my arm is up, and my elbow is in you. Holy Shit. Garrett, Garrett….Garrett…AHHHH…I am cumming, Fuck, I am shooting…..OOOOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Here, I was the one getting fisted, and this Twink was so horny and turned on he was hands-free, ejaculating all over my calf, thighs and ass. God, I am so in love with him! The pleasure we will explore is unfathomable!
I answered, “Fuck Aaron, your hand and arm went in so perfectly; God, it feels so wonderful. You did fantastic. Now, curve your hand up slowly to a tight fist. Then I want you to pull down and out with your fist and go back in my cunt closed fist and push up and around to my ballroom, then repeat harder and faster, please, lover!”
Aaron answered, “I feel a fecal log; I am so fucking horny and turned on like a feral wild animal beast; I want to clean you out, Garrett and share your excrement.”
I answered with marathon-like breathing, “Just don’t eat it, but enjoy as you wish, you crazy wild Twink Fuck!”
Aaron withdrew so fluidly and smoothly, instinctively slowing as he withdrew my log. It was well-formed, with a light musky moss odour; I moaned incredibly like the most incredible shit I had ever taken. Smiling, I turned around, looking at his rabid eyes. Suddenly he squished and rubbed my shit all over his chest and stomach and moaned and groaned as his penis quivered and squirted more.
Now learning how we curve and flow inside from this rear-facing position, he dunked his left hand into the coconut lube and used his shit-covered right hand to spread it all up his arm to his pits and shoulder. Aaron closed his left fist; and, like a veteran pro, pushed deeply right through my loosened and straightened route until I cried out in rapture and bliss, as was evident from my torrents of cum splashing on the wall for him to see the rewards of his efforts. He began thrusting so superbly down and almost out but not quite, continuing harder and faster. About each tenth thrust, he withdrew and wiped out my waste all over his thighs and legs. We both continued to ejaculate at this animalistic, insane event that I had never, ever done to this extent at any time in my life!
He began to wildly punch-fist me with his left again, deep a far as his upper bicep. The pleasure and fullness were so exquisite, I could feel one of the most massive orgasms building in me. He asked,
“Garrett, can you take both comfortably in this position?”
I answered, nodding my head, and said, “Yes, go slow in the hand's prayer position; then alternate fists and then punch in with both side by side up to a bit past your elbows, please.”
Slowly and with such loving care, Aaron proceeded to expand my boy-cunt to new extreme pleasures with my new lover. My God, he was just so astronomical in his abilities. How hidden and closeted this poor boy had been, now exploding in a pyroclastic-like sexual feral animalistic awakening. After a few seconds, his dual fists were pounding my open rosebud boy-cunt that must have been six inches in diameter, from what I spied in the multiple bathroom mirrors. His plunges struck and pressed my prostate and vesicle with direct hits.
I cried out, “OOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK AAAAAAARRRRRRRROOOONNNN, IIII AAAAAMMMMMM CCCCCCCUUUMMMMM, FFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK CCCCCCCUUUUMMMM!” My semen exploded in such mighty splashes on the mirrors and tiles that it bounced back all over my groins, thighs and shins. He continued without stopping until I repeated the most extraordinary ejaculations of my entire life. I could not take it anymore and recalled that we were to be doing dildo riding later today.
I stated, “Aaron, that was the greatest fisting I have ever had. But we have a lifetime to do more in days and weeks; now you have created new bars to clear and goals to set and beat.” He smiled so big with those gleaming teeth, slowly and gently withdrew his arms and fists, and stood up covered in my musky mosey processed mud. He pressed his body tight to mine; our raging, dripping penises pressed and flowed like severed arteries. He began sucking and biting my tongue and face lightly, peering deep into my soul. After we passionately kissed, I asked him,
“Why did you decide to do that?”
Aaron answered brilliantly and thoughtfully, with a maturity well past his age, “I wanted to prove to you and myself my love and devotion, my entire surrender to your pleasure no matter how extreme, taboo, crazy or disgusting as decided by society and history, that has not experienced it. I am so in Love with you, Garrett! If you asked me to lick and eat off all your shit all over me right now, I would in an instant and be glad for seconds as a reward for life and a lover like you.”
I responded, “Holy shit! You are un-fucking real! Well, then again, you are a Geology major, so you love the earthy, dark things inside.” We both giggled and nibbled.
I asked, “Do you have to take a shit?”
Aaron, hesitant yet grinning, replied, “Yes, I think I could pinch a loaf or two out. Do you think we do not have enough shit with yours now over both of us?” He giggled. I smiled bigger.
I said, “I have had minor scat play before, like we did the other night, emptying you on my chest and then the brief inspections of our defecations. I thought I was open-minded and rid of stupid phobias, but you have shown me your brave, fearless mind, body, and soul. I am shaking in sexual feral excitement at the thought of lying down; your teen Twink boy-shit on my chest and stomach. We rub it into each other. We have both cum crazy now, so there is no need to ejaculate more until we super-wash and disinfect, cage up, and ride the dildos all day, painting the room with boy-cum.
Seeing your ejaculation from the excitement was so out of this world. I want to see if together we can reproduce it, but there is no pressure; it is just a psycho-sexuality-social-orgasmic experiment, delving into the most profound loving feral animalistic existence inside our horny young male mind, body and soul.” Aaron’s severe, focused look was one of almost warrior-like determination; now, I became nervous, anxious, and sweating in anticipation of his next move and speech.
After a stone-like gaze for several agonizing minutes, he said, “Garrett, grab some towels, place them behind your head, and lie on the floor. You will not move, and you will do exactly everything I command. Is that clear, Master?”
My pulse and pressure off the charts, I responded, “Yes, Aaron, very clear.” We were both primed and ready to do something regarded as gross and disgusting to reach the extreme depths of our open feral human subsistence.
Aaron rubbed more of my shit that was on my chest and his already. He squatted over my stomach with his substantial hard 8” cock, so excited, releasing thick white semen ropes already all over my chest and face. We interlocked our hands and fingers as he squatted over me about 18 inches, our eyes transfixed on one another as one inseparable infinite continuum and totality. He opened his mouth and bore down as I shared his excited breath and pleasure, feeling his multiple lumps and logs of feces evacuate from his heavenly anal canal and rectum. He cried out amid the fecal release and simultaneously ejaculated gushing streams of his fire-like boiling Twink Boy-cum all over my face and mouth. I sucked and swallowed all I could without moving. It was the sweetest-tasting boy-cum he had ever given me so far. As I said before, it is all I need to sustain my body for the rest of my days (hopefully 30K more days?).
He felt and played with his feces on my chest and stomach. After a few minutes, my innocent, adorable Twink lover became a wild beast, squishing his feces all through his fingers and rubbing it on my chest, arms, and legs as he writhed over my body like a seductive devouring alien creature. My cock was so hard I thought my glans would explode, thick searing semen gushing at will from my slit. The odour was like mine: very musky, sweet and like forest moss, not unpleasant at all.
Aaron grabbed more of his spread fecal boy-bum-butter and coated it on my hands, wrist, and arms, also diffusing it along his ass crack and anal ring. It had mixed with our mutual sweat and semen into a lovely slick paste-like mixture reminiscent of the highest-end spas that do these “Organic Mud Treatment.” Well, Fuck-me, it does not get much more organic than this!
With his legs firmly placed, he locked his right hand with my left as we faced each other in a squat, mirroring my still laid-out pose. He grabbed my right, fecal paste-covered hand and placed it to his gaping anus, hungry like the “Pit of Carkoon” from Star Wars.
In the fucking sexiest schoolboy Twink voice, he begged, “Enter me, Garrett. Deflower your anal fisting virgin; I must feel your hand and arm deep in me now; make me orgasm from your fisting; breach my purity and make me one with you!”
Holy Fuck! I had never shit-fisted anyone, let alone when they had not been loosened and slowly relaxed and expanded over hours and days. This I had been planning for much later tonight with him in my comfy leather chair with his legs up over his ears as I faced his surrendering cunt.
Wow – I promised and proceeded in the Conal, Duck-beak position to massage open his famished anal void. He (we were) was incredibly turned on and so excited. In a few seconds, I had all four fingers well into his anal canal and started to prod and prey open with my thumb, his quickly loosening ring. Aaron sighed, moaned, and rhythmically strode my hand and fingers. The look of pure joy and yearning rapture was so breathtaking, unrelenting until I would be in his hand, fist, and arm.
In a few minutes, his cries of pleasure intensified exponentially. My thumb was in, and he was at the tightest crest of my knuckles. I inquired sincerely,
“Are you ready, my Love?”
Aaron, with a gaping, moaning, groaning, and pleasured wide open Grand-Canyon 's-like mouth, screamed pleadingly, “Yes, Garrett! Yes! Please now! Breach me! Breed my cunt with your shit fist!”
I pressed and rotated precisely as Aaron lowered his hips perfectly with precision worthy of porn stars. My spired fingers and entire fucking hand and fist slid effortlessly into his Anus, love canal, and far up his rectum. A few seconds later, breaching through his sigmoid until he rested on my elbow flat on my stomach with his buttocks. Immediately, I was bug-eyed and overtaken, feeling the impossible prostate pumping the size of bellow and oil tanker pistons. He screamed louder than any boy I have ever pleasured in any way. Slowly and gently, he rode my entire fucking arm up and down almost 8 inches, speeding up and wildly crying out to God and Fuck!
He yelled, “Holy Fuck! Garrett! It is so incredible! Fuck! I am blasting and shooting fucking cum gushers! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOODDDD YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!”
His explosive ejaculation and anal sphincter muscles nearly fucking crushed my radius and ulna bones. His bobbing penis, from my angle, looked as big as mine, 9”! He splashed scorching semen in releasing and gushing whip-like motions starting from my chest and covering my mouth, throat, face and hair, passing my head, drawing random cum lines on the floor and mirrored walls behind us. Aaron continued his ride on my fist and arm with his mouth wide open, screaming in the greatest euphoric pleasure I have ever seen from any man, boy or beast for several minutes; he was almost in a catatonic feral and untamed animal-like orgasmic trance.
Finally, after at least 5 minutes of watching him like a deer in headlights, I, hands-free, ejaculated from the act with four powerful blasts, coating his back with voluminous sweltering thick white semen dripping all over his ass cheeks and beautiful mop-top blonde head hair.
Both of us were so out of breath I thought we might pass out or faint. He just stared at me with tears, with a lot of total disbelief, shaking his head. He could barely find the strength and musculature to lift his broken, deflowered boy-cunt off my arm and wrist. As my fist and hand fell out of his gaping lose hole, the rest of the semen and prostate emptied all over my chest and stomach. My best guess was that he had just produced and released over seven incredible ounces of semen ejaculate, and perhaps myself, about five combined with my previous fistee bottoming.
Once my arm was out of him, he leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I suddenly felt his entire body and mine shake and quiver as we were both overcome with emotion. We pressed our cheeks together and balled and balled for about five minutes.
Aaron spoke, “Holy Fuck Garrett! I can’t believe we just did that. In all my life, I had never envisioned or even thought about such an incredible experience. How this can be thought of as Taboo, gross, disgusting, or wrong is beyond me. Until someone experiences it, they should hold their opinions and negativity. You keep forcing me to surpass my ejaculation records one right after another.”
I replied, “I did nothing, Aaron. You have a beautiful, incredible sexual power and an innocent mind like a sponge, dying to soak up all of life's pleasures and new learnings. I am so fucking in love with you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!”
Aaron collapsed to my face as we sucked each other's lips and tongue for minutes and minutes.
“I am so Fucking in Love with you, Garrett! I will never leave you. I want an eternal infinite life with you, with pleasure and love every year, month, day, hour and seconds, just like this!”
I answered, “It’s a deal, Aaron! Now we better get up and wash, scrub, and disinfect!”
He giggled and said, “I am so Fucking thirsty!! As soon as we get the bulk of the boy-bum-butter off us, can one of us please run to the kitchen and get a couple of litres of water and Gatorade?”
I replied, “Yes, I was thinking the same. Once we have scrubbed and cleaned head to toe and douched each other about three times, how about we get into the Jacuzzi tub here with some lemon antibacterial soap and some nice vanilla brown sugar bath oil to re-moisturize our dermis once we are totally clean? We have all weekend, and we need a break before continuing.”
He stated, “Yes, Garrett. That sounds perfect; just now, when my mind started to think of the cock-cage…. look…I am getting hard and dripping again! I do want us to repeat this as a special ritual a few times a year,” We both smiled and kissed some more. Fuck he is so Fucking hot!
We did as we had planned. We washed and douched each other until everything was crystal clear and the water falling from our bodies was the same. We lathered and scrubbed every inch of each other's bodies head to toe multiple times, to the point where all we could see were each other's eyes as if we were buff, twink snowmen. It was hilarious.
Aaron filled the jacuzzi tub and put in the soap and bath oil. I returned with the water, Gatorade, Antibiotics and a plastic mickey of vodka.
Aaron said, “What is with the pills and booze? You know I do not do drugs…I thought you didn’t also?”
I answered, “It is antibiotics from the sexual health clinic down at U of T. Surely you have heard of Dr.Mona; she is awesome and has hundreds of thousands of boys a year that visit her clinic to get set up on PREP and all the vaccines and therapies for boys like us. She gave me these for any extreme activity. Although we consumed no feces, we were crazy covered, so better safe than sorry.”
Aaron answered, “Yes, all the university and college Twinks visit here. Rumour has it that she and her staff are very professional and medically proper, making the boys give semen samples and erect exams; all leave with a smile and happy ending… right?”
I giggled and said, “Yes, I have been going to her quarterly for about six years; I have been on PREP and all the therapeutics. I have never had any STIs or issues at all. I leave with a smile from a very professional and caring lady!”
Aaron replied, “Garrett, I am not on anything and have never had any STI. Shelley was the only girl I barely had covered sex with. You have been fucked about 1000 times. I am so in love with you, but, but….but….you understand If, with you, I want to experience that still. When I was reminiscing about my high school buds and how I wished we had had gay Twink orgies…like…well…you know…”
I stated, “Aaron. I would be so happy to join and experience group sex with you and other Twinks. Yes, we are in love. But let's face it, we gay boys love to have sex with other boys. We will still be in love and love each other, but I am so good with both of us having sex with other guys together or separately, so no worries, ok?”
Aaron smiled so big, “Thanks, Garrett! I am so horny for my first all-boy orgy. Look, I am rock hard again! Will you take me next week down to Dr.Mona and come in with me for my first….ah…PREP and therapies visit, please?”
I replied, “I would be so happy to watch her treat you!” We roared, and the plan was laid.
We took our antibiotics and chugged our water and Gatorade. We got in the beautiful soothing soap and oil tub. Aaron is between my legs and leaning back against my hard cock. His penis was poking out of the water like a periscope, even though I had it filled to the brim to the point where the overflow was gurgling. Fuck he was so adorable and perfect!
After about 30 minutes, I cracked open the plastic vodka mickey, took a swig and passed it to him. Aaron snickered and turned his head to my upper chest, and said,
“I am not 19 yet.”
I crossed my eyes and responded, “Shut the fuck up and drink it!”
He chuckled and answered, “Yes, master!” A few minutes later, he started to laugh out of the blue.
I asked, “What has got you so funny now?”
He replied, “I have to Fucking piss like crazy.”
I answered, “Put your face and mouth tight against mine, grab your penis and feed us both at the same time.”
Aaron sighed and said, “Oh Fuck Garrett! You are so Fucking hot!” He did flawlessly point and feed us his lovely hot Twink boy-piss. We both swallowed and capped it off with the rest of the vodka.
At about 1 p.m., we were pruned and thought it best to get out of the tub. We both smelled of lovely lemon and vanilla. Aaron screwed up his nose and face; sarcastically, in a total femboy voice, he blurted out,
“Our manly musk is all gone…no more boy-bum-butter…Fuck…Double-Damn!” We laughed so much and kissed some more; our lips were getting chapped from our continuous oral activities.
We dried off with clean towels and headed to the bedroom. I suggested he lie on the edge of the bed with his legs on the floor and try to think of something other than sex, like geology stuff to study or something. He knew we needed to get our erections down to get the cock cages on. While he was concentrating on deflating, I gathered the dildos and bases, a new tub of coconut oil, and the thick two-inch silicone and memory foam exercise mats that were each 4 x6 feet for underneath the blankets and towels.
I put on some random sex music on low. I returned; his eyes were closed, and he slept lightly. When I started to oil his fantastic balls, he opened one eye; I told him to relax and let me do it. His penis was perfectly soft, barely under 6”. He watched, relaxed, as I slipped his testicles one at a time through the base and then gently pushed his penis inside him and fingered it through the ring base. Now, he started to erect again; it was hard not to do this from the excitement. He looked away, put his head down, and went back to non-sex thoughts. I lubed his penis tip with water-based silk and the 5” cum tube also (Aaron cried out many oh Fucks and holy shits at this new pleasure!). I quickly inserted the cum tube and pushed and fingered his penis inverted back into his groin; quickly, I lined up the base spike supports and slid in the locking cylinder and latched and locked. He was a negative, inverted cock-caged 18-year-old blonde, Hot as fuck, Twink boy!
Aaron sat up and looked down at his disappeared penis and bulging red testicles split by the base divider.
He screamed, “Oh My God, Garrett! Fuck me! I can’t believe how awesome this feels! My tight nuts almost strangled and separated by the dividing hook, but it felt so pleasurable; my cock was gone; why do I feel like my boy-cunt is starving for huge penetration again? This is so unexpected; I was sure I would feel castrated or so femboy girly, but wildly enough, I feel like a total fucking hot macho-stud, and that cum tube up my dick inside my prostate, look how my precum is not just dripping, it is like a burst milk pipe! Like, what the Fuck, Dude! I am so Happy like this…why? Fuck look at me! Oh my God, this is so much fucking fun! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
As Aaron ran to the mirrors, I stated, “You and your brain are so happy and sexually excited as doing this brings into focus the main pleasure centre for boys and men. As I had said before (and I know you thought I was fucking nuts), yes, an erect penis and the shaft are great pleasures and, somewhat to a small degree, are part of a boy's orgasm and ejaculation. But the main pleasure centre is our prostate, seminal vesicle and Cowper's glands, which on us boys, are all up our anal canals and rectums. Negative inverting caging like this resets the brain to focus on your boy-pussy. Now, my boy, watch me as I cage up like you.”
Aaron watched me seriously and academically as if I was giving clues for his final geology exams. He was in awe as I proceeded to cage up in front of him. I turned to place the keys for the locking cylinders on my desk.
He came up beside me and whispered, “Bend over!” I did as he requested. Giggling, I pushed back a bit, leaned over and presented my boy-cunt to his hungry, probing tongue and mouth. I felt his deep devouring for several minutes on my opening rosebud. After five minutes, I threw him on the bed face down and reciprocated his lovely moans and groans, sucking his boy-cunt tiny rosebud.
It was 2 PM. I stated, “Ok, come on, lover. It’s time to start your riding training and dress up. We adorned ourselves with black and red leather collars, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, belts and chest harnesses. He beamed ear to ear with it all one and the negative inverted cock cage on. Hand in hand, we pranced out to the living room floor with some electronic cool shit playing from you-tube on a 10-hour track. He was so happy with the side-by-side riding and stage I had set with his XL Seahorse ribbed dildo in its large base and my XXL in mine standing up four feet apart like a Father and Son pic. We ran over and slicked the dildos with copious coconut oil lube. Aaron commented on the 10” black plastic plates I had in front of the dildos. I stated that it was for semen and cum collection from the cage spouts or whatever we were able to collect and eat up together. I was speculating that based on his previous ejaculations these last few days, he might have sprayed all over the fucking room; that would make me so fucking happy!
I directed, “OK, Aaron, my love. Slowly back up to the tip and guide it into your anus boy-cunt. Then, as you are comfortable, slowly lower yourself up and down, trying to get deeper and deeper, wider and wider. Balls deep, your dildo will have stretched your anal ring to 4” in diameter or 14” in circumference, with the graduated ribbed tip 14” deep probing through your sigmoid to the lower descending Colon. Mine will have me at 5” in diameter and 16” wide and 16” deep.”
Aaron started slowly and stated, “Fuck Garrett! I still can’t believe how soft and flexible they are. I loved the fucking from your big cock and the first-time virgin fisting, but the feeling is such a different and indescribable pleasure with these masterpiece creature cocks. I am getting onto this look!” I watched as I was expecting a faster, more straightforward progression now that his boy-cunt and bud had been fisted and deflowered earlier in his surprise adventure. Sure enough, he was already 65% deep.
Aaron said, “I can’t get over the cum flowing and a bit squirting from the cage spout; it feels so wonderful.”
I answered, “Just wait until you are balls deep and you penetrate your 3rd sphincter hole and sigmoid; it is an entirely new realm of immense pleasure.” He grinned so happy and continued his ride with me. Our moans and groans, watching each other, increased tenfold.
He asked, “I have some resistance, so I think I might be at the 3rd hole moid-thing that in you curved down and to the left, so no pain, but some stop like something, but fuck it feels unbelievable, and I so love the continuous cum from my spout, fuck this is so much fun!
I responded, “Yes, it looks like you are 75% down, so watch and follow me; bend to the right and breathe; bend to the left and breathe and relax. Now lean forward and then back, repeat, and try to push down and keep repeating and riding lower and lower.”
In a few minutes, as I was getting almost balls deep and feeling my big cum build, I suddenly heard Aaron cry out,
“Oh Fuck! Holy shit! Garrett, it just popped through that valve and door. Oh, Fuck It feels so fucking wild!”
I answered, “Yes! Awesome, Aaron; now ride with me as you massage the 3rd hole sphincter doorway and relax. When I tell you to push your entire body down and press the entire dildo balls deep, please trust me and do it exactly; keep riding it in and out of the door and 3rd valve.”
Aaron nodded as he moaned, sighed and groaned, watching me progress myself and watching him. I saw slow ¼” progressions. He was ready.
I commanded, “Now, Aaron, push down as hard and fast as you can, right fucking now!” With a big breath and a bit of fear, he did so. The entire dildo was balls deep, and then some. I saw his ass cheeks swallow so low. Even part of the dildo testicles and base holder were up his incredible boy-cunt. He threw his head back and wildly bucked and cried out so loud, like the Fisting earlier,
“Oh, My Fucking God! Garrett! Holy Fucking shit! Fuck me! It is so wonderful…Fuck, it feels so good!
I continued, “Now Aaron, fast and hard as you can, and show that Fucking dildo who is boss. Ride and strangle that fucker till you spray this room and plate with your boy-cum.” He did it unbelievably perfectly.
In a minute, Aaron screamed again, “Fuck! Garrett! Here it cums! I am going to blow! Holt Fuck! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFUUUCCCKKKK YYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!” The plate was covered as his cage cock bounced; his semen sprinkled and flew about the blankets, towels and the floor. I noticed gobs of his boy cum landing on the leather couch/sectional and chair, also hitting the TV screen and my electronics. I was so happy to see him blow from his cage spout. I came almost as much as we exploded together all over the room, both of us continuing to scream in unfathomable orgasm after orgasm after orgasm!
After we both destroyed our Seahorses, wearing them out, he ran to the bedroom and grabbed from the dildo shelf unit the 3XL centaur for himself and the 3XL minotaur for me.
Aaron stated, “After I did this one with the big giant head, I want to do the 3XL Seahorse that was just up your cunt. Then I will do Minotaur also, covered in your lube and boy-cunt juice.”
I said, “Sounds fantastic, but I have to piss. I stood up and started to the toilet. In the most extraordinary, pissed-off voice I have ever heard from Aaron, he yelled,
“Garrett! Where the Fuck are you going, dude? Get that fucking pissing cock cage to my face and throat right fucking now!”
Well, for sure, he knew I was fucking with him. I pissed and sprinkled it all over his face and throat as he swallowed the squirts that landed in his mouth. As I said, the wood floors are all triple-sealed.
After a few more dildos, Aaron had to piss, also; now, we were both equally treated and covered in each other's piss while we continued to ride the night away. We took short breaks about every three hours, rehydrated, and had healthy snacks to help make more cum and piss. He was so enjoying our ejaculations side by side, covering the room and each other. We slurped from both our plates after each dildo ride. Aaron was more than addicted to the toys and our incredible mutual ejaculations. By 3 AM, we had Fucking ridden every single one of my 30 dildos except 2. They were a bedtime surprise.
We left all the equipment and toys in the living room play area, lubed and used by each of us so they would be redo’s after a late AM or early afternoon brunch. We showered and cleaned ourselves and the leather attire.
Aaron asked, “Can we please keep the cock cages on all night?”
I replied, “Yes, sure. Usually, 24 hours is the recommended max, so we are good until 2 PM.
After our shower, we dried off and had more to eat and drink, including some rum. Exhausted but never as orgasmically or sexually satisfied, we approached the bed. Aaron sighed a bit.
I asked and hugged him, “You okay?”
He said, “You're not going to believe this, but my Anus and rectum feel almost painfully empty. Sorry, Garrett (he giggled). My boy-cunt is still hungry.”
I answered, “I knew it would be, so I have a surprise for both of us.” I pulled open my nightstand's deep drawer and withdrew the 3XL, and 4XL Hankey Handyman's massive Butt plug hand. Aaron’s eyes went to the size of 150L garbage can lids, and his smile was like the Riddler himself. I pushed him onto the bed, grabbed the coconut lube can in the bedroom, and proceeded to insert the 3XL hand plug up his starving boy-cunt. He came nicely on the bed once it was driven up and solidly in place, as his anal sphincter closed around it. He then did mine for me. We lapped up the semen squirts and cum-shared kissed some more, crawling into bed.
He said, snuggling up tight to my chest with his hand, playing with my pierced nipples, “I am so in Love with you, Garrett.”
I answered, “And I am so in Love with you, Aaron. Now try to get a good sleep and enjoy the hand up your boy-cunt all night. Tomorrow is BDSM and all the impact pain instruments all day long until we orgasm hands-free.”
Aaron moaned, groaned and sighed, so happy and excited, “I can hardly wait!” He spoke. We kissed and sucked each other's tongues until we finally fell into blissful abide and kept in each other's loving arms.
