Dylan's hands shot out and took Carl's head by the sides. He tried to push himself further into Carl's warm, moist mouth, but was unable, as Carl's hands on his hips held him steady.
Dylan erupted into Carl's waiting mouth. Like streams from a garden hose he spewed his creamy man milk into Carl's eager mouth. After a time, Dylan was spent. He looked down at Carl's flushed face.
Carl had Dylan's entire load in his mouth. He hadn't swallowed a drop. He wanted Dylan to watch him as he did. Seeing him looking down at him, he tilted his head up to him, opening his mouth.
Dylan saw a pool of his viscous, white fluid cradled in the bottom of Carl's mouth. He couldn't take his eyes away. With his eyes open, he closed his mouth and swallowed slowly. Dylan saw his throat muscles move, then stop. Carl then tilted his head forward and met Dylan's gaze. He opened his mouth to him, empty, licking his lips. He licked off the small droplets of Dylan's seed from his cock tip and shaft until, satisfied, he gave Dylan another smile.
The two slid back fully into the warm waters of the tub. This time it was Carl, who was resting against Dylan's chest.
“So, what do you think of older men?” Carl asked in a careless voice.
“I don't know about older men, but you are amazing,” Dylan responded, without hesitation.
“Would it surprise you if I said I thought you were amazing?" he asked the young man.
“Well...yes, actually,” they both let loose a little laugh. “Why? You deal with pro athletes, and I'm no where close,” he ended.
“I'll tell you why.” Carl replied, in a serious tone of voice. “You are appreciative. You don't take me for granted. There is nothing better than feeling wanted, and needed.”
“I do. I want you and I need you,” Dylan blurted out.
“I know,” Carl moved one hand behind him, to take Dylan's cock in it, the other, between his legs, running his hand over his own massive cock. Dylan's arms encircled Carl's body. All fell silent once more.
“Change places. Get on your knees behind me,” Carl told him. He immediately did as he was told. Carl now on all fours, with Dylan on his knees, behind him.
“Come closer." he told him. When Dylan did, Carl took his cock and placed it between his hard, smooth ass cheeks. Dylan's cock rode between Carl's ass flesh. He started moving his hips up and down, the meat of his ass cheeks ran up and down Dylan's member. His hips began to piston back and forth, matching Carl's rhythm, his hands resting on his hips.
"Can I put it in?" Dylan asked the older man.
"Not this time," Carl replied. "I want you to know how to move your hips."
"OK," Dylan returned, confused, but still satisfied.
Dylan's cock passed smoothly between the flesh mounds that surrounded it. Abruptly, Carl stopped moving and became perfectly still, while continuing to present his ass cheeks to Dylan's now aching shaft. Dylan's hips never stopped moving, rubbing his throbbing member between the firm, smooth flesh of Carl's ass cheeks.
“In my mouth,” Carl told him, and Dylan knew exactly what he wanted. He continued rubbing his throbbing shaft between Carl's ass cheeks until he reached climax.
Carl turned quickly and sat, back against the wall of the tub. Dylan forced his cock into Carl's mouth, and released all his balls had. Carl had lowered his head until his lips met Dylan's flesh knob. Jets of hot, sweet man syrup hit the back of his throat, and with each, he closed his mouth and swallowed. He did not get all of Dylan's creamy cum into his mouth. With each swallow, he felt the heat of Dylan's cum on his face, unable to capture this burst from his cock tip in his mouth.
Carl took what he was able to, of Dylan's hot, thick seed into his mouth, swallowing it down. With Dylan spent once more, he sat back again on his heels.
Dylan saw that Carl's face was covered with his white, sticky cum. He looked at his own leavings, sticky on Carl's face.
“Feed it to me,” Carl told him. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Using his fingers, Dylan gathered up his own man cream from the man's face, and wiped it on his tongue. Carl swallowed all that was placed on his tongue eagerly. This continued until his face had been wiped clean of all Dylan's white, sticky cum. He collapsed back against the opposite side of the tub, back resting against its wall, his legs over Carl's.
“My God, are you ever empty?" he asked him jokingly. Dylan knew he was referring to his ability to produce semen quickly, and at multiple intervals.
“I thought something was wrong with me,” he began. “I can jerk off a dozen times in a row,” his face flushed at this.
“Believe me when I say, nothing is wrong with you,” Carl laughed lightly. “I know a hundred men who would give their right arm to be able to cum as many times as you can. You're astounding,” Dylan's face grew even more red.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Carl asked bluntly.
“More than anything” Dylan shot back.
“Let's fuel up,” Carl told him. “We'll get something to eat and drink, and then...” Carl let the sentence trail off, but the meaning was not lost to Dylan.
“OK," he replied.
Again, the two of them threw on their robes and went to the kitchen.
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Carl fixed them each a sandwich and placed them on the table. He poured a glass of wine and popped the cap off a cold beer, setting it in front of Dylan, with the glass of wine remaining with him.
They talked through bites of food and sips from their drinks.
“Have you ever been to California?” Carl asked.
“No.” Dylan replied. “I've never left the state.”
“You'd love it there. No snow, warm days year round, and so many things to do,” Carl told him. Dylan could almost see the palm trees.
“I've always wanted to go there," he lied. Until now, he had never thought of leaving the state.
“There are great colleges,” Carl continued. “You could study anything you wanted, especially computer sciences,” Dylan was so confused. Was this an invitation, or was he just reminiscing? He thought to himself. Then, out of the blue Carl told him.
“I want you to cum inside me so badly,” his eyes were glazed as he looked at him.
“I will,” Dylan promised, and with that, they made their way back to the warm waters of the tub.
Carl slid into the tub first, placing himself in a submissive position on his hands and knees, doggie style. Dylan knew where he needed to be. He took up position behind him, on his knees.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and blow your load inside me,” Carl's words brought Dylan fully erect. He placed his muffin top against Carl's warm anus and began.
Dylan slowly pushed his hard shaft past Carl's tight anus and inside him, hand around his hips. He felt Carl pushing his firm ass cheeks back against his mound. He kept his hips pumping slowly, but deeply. With each thrust, he felt himself reach deep into Carl's rectum, causing Carl to moan softly.
Dylan would then slowly withdraw, until only his flesh knob remained inside his rectum, then thrust forward with force.
With Carl grinding his firm ass against him, meeting Dylan's every slow thrust, a rhythm was found. Dylan was experiencing sensations and pleasures he had never experienced before. He never wanted them to end.
Dylan continued his slow fuck of Carl's asshole, now so slippery. Then, with a sustained moan, he tensed his body and came.
Carl could feel Dylan's warm, viscous fluid spray inside him, stream after stream. It was so warm and thick, it quickly coated his rectum. Carl felt amazing, as he was filled to the bursting point with this young man's sticky seed.
With each push of Dylan's man flesh into Carl's wet anus and full rectum, more of his sweet, slick cum escaped, creating a film over Dylan's abdomen and Carl's ass cheeks. Dylan started to drive his member into him harder and faster. Carl's moans grew louder, and he pushed back with his slick, cum covered ass, even harder.
Dylan spewed the last of his hot, syrupy cum into the depths of Carl's warm, wet anus and rectum. A lon
g groan accompanied this final release. With a final quiver from both, it was done.
Dylan fell back against the tub wall, gasping for breath. Carl turned himself over and did the same on the opposite side of the tub. Globs of Dylan's white seed floated on the water's surface. They looked at each other.
“Oh my God,” Carl said, still gasping for breath. “What did you do to me?" he asked.
“Did I do something wrong?” Dylan asked, concerned.
“Are you kidding?” the older man laughed.
“So, I was OK?” Dylan asked.
“You're a machine,” Carl told him, complementary. “Come to California with me.”
Dylan's shock defied words.
“What do you mean? To visit." he asked.
“No, to stay. To be with me,” Carl told him.
“Really?” Dylan was still in shock.
“Really,” Carl answered. The toes of one foot were playing with Dylan's cock.
“What would I do there?" he asked.
“Go to school, or not. You don't need to do anything but me,” he laughed. “I have more than enough money for the both of us," he told him.
Dylan was debating with himself. Should he go? Carl was fantastic and he wouldn't mind fucking him on a daily basis. What would I do? He knew he could go to school there. Before he ended that thought he had made up his mind.
“I want to go with you," he told Carl, with certainty. “I want to be with you.”
Carl bent forward and gave him a full kiss.
“I'm so happy.” Carl told him, sincerity in his voice. “Let's leave tomorrow. I'll book us a flight right now.”
“What about mom?” Dylan asked.
“She's not coming, is he?” with this, the two broke out laughing.
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THE END
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“Yes, honey. I'm going to fuck you and cum inside you,” Alan let her know. “More than once, too.”
Alan, the man of the house, has always been a sexy provider for his two naughty brats. He decided to take them on a road trip, when their truck ends up stuck in the snow...and Alan's cock in their pussies! Alan and his two sexy princesses take refuge in a deserted cabin when he realizes, oh no! There's not enough food to survive the winter! Cabin fever of another kind begins to set in! The man of the house hatches a plan: lactate his pregnant princess for her milk to sustain them. Once Alan gets a taste of his girls' sweet titty nectar, he can't control his lust for either of his two brats. The girls are so innocent and naive, they'd do anything for him--even letting him fuck them to keep them pregnant for more milk. How long will the winter last, and just how far are they willing to go to survive? No matter what, the milk must flow!
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The old Ford Explorer pushed itself down the highway heading for Yellowknife, still over 200 kilometers away.
The sturdy but aged 4x4 was bludgeoned, buffeted and blasted from every direction by the snowstorm whirling outside. Inside the SUV was Alan Connors, his two young daughters–Ellie and Jen–and little in the way of emergency supplies.
Ellie was pregnant; two months into her first trimester. This was her first pregnancy. Her stepfather roared when she first told him of her “predicament”. Alan continued to yell at her that she was much too young to raise a child. The word “abortion” was mentioned more than once. Even though she was not even old enough to legally drink, Ellie still remained steadfast in letting her stepfather know she would be keeping the child. Jen stood behind her in this, as in everything.
Ellie and Jen were as close as any siblings could be. Jen, only a year younger than her sister, both worshiped and loved her sister. They still shared the same room despite Ellie's pregnancy. They shared everything together.
Ellie was slender with pouting lips, a full face, blond hair and deep blue eyes. Jen looked very much like her sister, though her face was more angular. Her lips less full and her eyes a much lighter shade of blue. Her hair was as blond as her sisters. Both of them had exquisite bodies: perfect asses, perky small breasts and perfect gaps. They were both what the boys would call, “hotter than hell.” No male of any age would say “no” if they had the opportunity to fuck either of them.
Alan took note of this daily.
The drive was becoming treacherous and Alan was having trouble just seeing the road.
Their turn-off was approaching rapidly, according to the electronic female voice speaking to them from their navigation system. It began counting down meters to the turn.
There was a short break in the snow and Alan was able to make out the road he needed to turn onto.
As he made the turn, the 4x4 began sliding sideways on the icy road. Alan quickly regained control of the vehicle and continued on his journey.
They were bound for their new home just south of Yellowknife. This would be a new beginning for the three of them, Alan hoped.
The SUV slid and swayed on the road like a drunkard making his way home from a party. Alan was using every ounce of his driving skills just to keep them on the road.
They had traveled over 70 kilometers on this road, with another 110 to go before reaching home.
Alan wished he could pull over and wait the storm out, but there were no shoulders to pull into. The road was so narrow he doubted two cars could even pass each other. He gritted his teeth in determination and continued to drive.
It was on a slow turn where disaster struck. While making the turn at a very slow speed, the Ford slid sideways over the shoulder and careened down a steep slope, causing the SUV to list to the right. The vehicle slammed to a violent stop as it wedged itself up to its windshields in snow; stuck in place until the spring.
“Lovely–just fucking lovely,” Alan thought to himself as the girls asked in unison “Daddy, what happened?”
Here they were, stuck in the snow at the bottom of the slope. Alan's mind began to run escape scenarios. Call for help.....No cell reception. Dig out the car.....Not a chance. That was it. No other way to extricate themselves from this dire situation came to mind.
Alan buttoned up his coat, put on his woolen cap and gloves then exited the vehicle.
The blowing snow was stopped by the barrier of evergreens that surrounded him and the 4x4.
He looked down the road. He saw nothing. There were no homes in sight, and it had been hours since he drove by any sign of civilization.
Desperation began to creep into Alan's mind.
“We could die here,” he thought.
He turned to look into the vast snow field that his car had slipped into. He saw something–at least he hoped he saw something.
He continued to look in the direction of the “thing” he believed he had seen. He spotted it again and stared at it intently. He could see two windows, exactly the same size.
This told him that whatever he was looking at was not a reflection from the ice, but instead was a real structure. He reckoned it was perhaps a kilometer away.
Alan felt that feeling a drowning man feels when he is pulled from the water. “We can make it, we can get help,” Alan thought.
He returned to the SUV to get the girls ready and to pack up everything of use in the vehicle.
The three of them bundled up, packed what they had, and abandoned the SUV. They marched their way through the deep snow to the cabin; each of them falling more times than they could count. It took them almost two hours to reach their destination.
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Finally arriving at their destination, Alan pushed the door o
pen and all three of them dropped onto the cabin's wood plank floor.
With the last of his strength, Alan shut the door behind him and started a fire in the wood stove, using dry wood from the abundant pile he found stacked against a nearby wall.
Once he was sure the fire was burning well, Alan laid down on the floor beside his daughters and let exhaustion take him.
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Hours later, they awoke in the darkness of the cabin's interior. Only the dwindling light from the wood stove illuminated their surroundings. Alan rose and rekindled the fire. Soon they could feel the warmth of the fire and navigate the cabin by its light.
Alan found one of many oil lamps inside the cabin, then lit the wick. Light burst from the lantern like a radiant torch. He took stock of what was around him.
There was an enormous stack of dry wood against one wall, a bathroom of sorts, two cots against the opposite wall and what appeared to be a kitchen.
Alan walked over to the kitchen to see what resources he had available to him. It consisted of the wood stove, a wood counter top and a few cabinets with a pump sink.
He tested the pump and felt relieved when he saw water flow from the faucet. He did the same with the toilet and sink, in the bathroom. Both worked well.
“Thank God,” he thought to himself.
Alan inspected the kitchen for food–something they lacked desperately. In the cupboards were 17 cans of various fruits and vegetables, boxes of salt and sugar, a jar of instant coffee, and 11 boxes of pancake mix.
“Not so good, but better than nothing,” Alan said to himself.
He knew they had brought with themselves several chocolate and granola bars, as well as a few sport drinks and a Red Bull. The medical first aid kit from the car held adhesive bandages, gauze, packing, Tylenol and a suture kit. Each of the girls had their soap, shampoo, conditioner and whatever else teenage girls would bring for a long trip.
In the first of the two large dressers Alan found dozens of bottles of liquor with drinking glasses. The other drawer held a 12 gauge shotgun, a .22 caliber target rifle and a .308 caliber rifle with an affixed scope. Piled on the bottom of the drawer, in no particular order, were box upon box of ammunition for each of the weapons.
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