A few months ago, I would have laughed out loud at the suggestion of having too many twinks to fuck. There are never too many twinks to fuck. That was before I started working full time at Carnal House. I’ve got all the twink ass a man could want, and then some. Not that I’m complaining! Hell, no! It’s just that I’ve got a whole flock of doe eyed, tight assed, little twink sluts totally addicted to my eight-inch uncut hog. I’m not complaining about that. Every time I sink my bone into another tight hole, I say a prayer of thanks for my twink fucker. Of course, every hole is tight when you are almost beer can thick. Well, Red Bull can be thick at any rate. A lot of little guys are more than a little bit intimidated when they first see what I’ve got for them. Lucky for me, I’m a big guy. Once I get my arms around them nice and snug, they settle down and let me show them what I can do. I haven’t had one yet that didn’t come back for more. That’s the thing. It’s a blessing and a curse. I don’t want to settle down with one… or three. I’m always “up” for a fresh hole and, at Carnal House, there are always fresh holes, or new to me, at least. So I have this growing flock of twinks needing Daddy Rocky’s meat in their hungry little boy holes. I guess I’m a service top at heart, or maybe just a push-over, but I just can’t say “no,” when a cute boy whimpers, “It’s been for-EVER! I need it bad, Sir.” At the same time, Legrand pays me for a full-time job, and it’s not fucking twinks. (If Only!) I do have enough time to keep my balls drained, though. This afternoon, it was Milo’s turn. Milo is a hot little piece of Latin candy that I can’t get enough of. I have to watch, though. He’s kind of shy, always hardworking, and doesn’t impose himself like the other boys. I realized that it really had been a minute, and Milo needed some quality time. Quality for me, too, as far as that goes. He’s very accommodating. He lets me fuck his throat, no matter how much gagging and drooling it takes. Of course, it would be physically impossible to go balls deep in him (I wish!) but he’s willing to open wide and let me try. His ass is well-trained, too. I don’t even have to eat him out, if I don’t want to. I was so turned on by his blow job that I just sat back on the sofa and told him to ride me. He grimaced a little and I could feel his guts spasm while trying to adjust to the invasion, but he rode it all the way down. Then he let me grab him in my arms and use him like a hot little Latin Flesh Light, bouncing him up and down on my dick. Damn! That was nice. When it’s time to get serious about breeding, though, I want my boy on his back, legs wide open where I can get maximum depth and maximum leverage to pound my seed in deep. Milo is really flexible. I ended up with him literally rolled up in a ball, ankles on my shoulders while I supported myself on arms and toes, and power fucked him. That’s the kind of calisthenics I can get into. He begged for my cum, and he got every drop my balls could shoot. Like that wasn’t going to happen anyway.