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God it was so many years ago. I was a condom Nazi from when I first came out pro condoms everything. I got in a relationship with a Sir in my early 20s, Due to the nature of the relationship and my age and drive he was fine with me playing outside relationship but had to be with condoms. Although technically I think a few trips to sex clubs one or two visits I swear I had cum in my ass when the top had a condom or said they used a condom. I probably got stealthed at least once but I don't count that. I remember it mostly clearly I think it was just me and Sir in the home in the afternoon. I think a few months into the relationship. Maybe we were laying in bed maybe I finished my duties. But he told me wanted to fuck me. He sort of got me trained at that point to suck his cock and swallow his load since early on I was not good at swallowing. And he trained me to get fucked by him as well since early on I was not the best at getting fucked. Everyone has to start somewhere. I was excited because he did not fuck me much. I'm damn..getting hard just thinking about this and typing this. It was truly a hallmark moment. I think in bed when I was excited about him fucking me I was waiting for him to grab a condom from the drawer with the lube but he didn't grab it. I asked what he was doing and he said he was going to make me his boy permanently. He said I've been such a good boy with my training and he loves me and he was going to bareback me and fuck me raw. He said I'll never forget this moment and he was right. I don't remember if I hesitated I think I did feel emotional but I told him since it's him and we're in a relationship and he's my Sir I trust and love him. I remember him mounting his raw cock in my hole. I cannot remember the sensation but I remember my reaction. The man that I loved and admired taking me completely as his own raw with no rubber or barriers. I think I begged him to fuck me. I believe he fucked me on all fours and on my belly. I think he also fucked me on my back because he wanted to look at me as I was getting fucked raw bareback for the first time. I don't remember if I asked for his load or if he asked if I wanted it. If he asked me I probably said that I did. I do vaguely remember him fucking me harder and faster and telling me that I am his boy, his bitch, his lover, his submissive, and that I will always be his. And then he shot his load deep in me. I don't remember the man ever being that passionate but I think we did kiss during him breeding me and after. And then I believe after we just layed together. We might have slept together..I mean we did but literally. That man when we first met and over the years barely showed me passion and affection sexually. But when he did he left his mark. I remember once being so horny sleeping with him in bed that I rubbed my ass against his cock and got him hard. I remember spitting on my hand and hole and when his dick was hard in his sleep I backed up against him. I remember rocking my ass back and forth on his cock until he bred me in his sleep. I remember him waking up confused and me pretending to be asleep. I think he said what the fuck or something and went to the bathroom and then turned over and went back to sleep. I remember when his leather buddies were over once he told them about that. He said it something like "That damn horny boy backed up on my cock while I was sleeping and rode it bare and raw and I bred him in my sleep. I can't believe he did that." I can't remember now if he was being coy but most of the men thought it was hot. I think there was only one who said it was disrespectful. But I remember blushing at the time and also not being in the room but close by because I had a crush on one of them. And he was one of the ones who said it was hot and he would be happy if a boy did that for him. But I learned later on after semi having a play session with him years later that he was kind of worse in using a boy and not giving sexual gratification then my actual Sir was. That was a few months after he bred me and marked me as his for the time. And by marked I don't mean poz because he was neg but marked me as his boy/sub since that was our relationship dynamic. I learned slightly later over the years why he showed me less affection and some of it was manipulation and there was another factor as well. But even when we lived together by ourselves for a year outside of that place as *roomates* he still did not without the other factor being there. He was a very complicated man with his thoughts, emotions and feelings. But I do believe he did love me and cared for me in his own way. He left such an impression on me at a young age I haven't thought about him in a long time. He also disappeared off the face of the earth after he moved out where we were living but that was in his nature and something he's done before to others as well. But he trained me well early on and helped me harness and nurture my submissive nature. I'll always be grateful to him for that and a few other things. Oof I didn't mean for this to be an emotional and detailed post. Whoops.

I don’t care if I’m slut shamed, and yes ideal relationship would be owner or handler.

The slut shaming is the big thing. Sometimes I wonder if it's people actually judging you or projecting their own insecurities on you. But at bars or clubs or bath houses people talk. They can even fuck you and breed you or not and tell their buddy "Man that guy is such a cum dump they are such a whore". Whether they mean this in a compliment or insult is up to how they say it or the person they are saying it too. Or it could even potentially be someone wanting to take you down a notch. I don't really know how it works. But I've always had a working theory that a popular run of guys runs a social group of who's accepted as an acceptable slut and who's not. Or cum dump. And if you aren't in then you can't sit with us. Mean girls reference i think. But yes it can work against you reputation wise if someone you like might judge you afterwards or if they only want to fuck you in a certain scenario because of how they view you. But if you are a cum dump do you care how they actually percive you. In theory a cum dump should be able to get as many dicks or loads as they want so who judges or accepts them shouldn't matter as long as they are getting cock. I kinda wonder in general how guys in hook up apps or websites are affected by using their face picture like if someone near them recognizes them or someone at work or they know personally. But adding being a cum slut to that is an extra layer. I know most people probably don't think about all this but I'm glad you recognize it. There's an old saying I'll get wrong about not pissing in a kettle where you are. But essentially meaning say if you live in a big city and you are a cum dump not only bar wise and guys will you potentially gain a reputation but even outside gay bars and gay life people might know. Some will go fuck around at a city or area outside of their own but not everyone has that option. I just feel in general cum dumps have more to lose or worry about reputation wise compared to a guy that's a slut or whore with some guys not all. But I don't know if true cum dumps actually care or think about any of this. I wonder if the true ideal relationship for a cum dump would be to have an owner or handler that encourages and fulfills their need and has other guys use them to fulfill both involved needs. Or just an open relationship in general.

First time voting D.] still trying ton get pozzed ,

I used the blindfolded a lot of times, Reality was he loved watching me get fucked and bred and he would always fuck me last as he called it "riding the silk trail". It suited me fine as a total bottom as I loved getting fucked as much as he loved watching, videoing and taking pics of me getting boned getting loads pumped down my throat.

I live in Sydney and there are numerous opportunities here to fulfil your fantasies. I can assure you once you head down the path there is usually no turning back.

t4 AthWhore’s note: If you have reached this point you delt with my admin and medical shit. And that is not the half of it, I also bruised a rib dropping a bike. However, I am back up on the typing pony. I am but a sock puppet for these characters, but I do rather enjoy an arm up my ass. I baited you here with a promise of sex. I try to never break a promise, so enjoy the ride. … continued …”I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ exclamations from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drink, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, cum here often”? It was Andy. Fuck!”… Nothing in the Boot Camp Crucible had prepared me for this obstacle. Nothing in my education, training, experience, knowledge (not quite the same as education), or disposition had prepared me for hole I had dug for myself. I had thought I might be gay for a long time, I had realized I must be gay after talks with my Uncle, but I had been a practicing gay for only a few days starting with the loss of my virginity. I had no understanding of what my expression might be signaling to Andy or any other drinkers showing off their flesh. I was looking at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was there waiting for the dude to jump out and say smile you’re on candid camera! I was waiting for the GOTCHA! Andy was looking a little apprehensive, not like a predator who had captured its prey. In fact, his expression looked like my emotions felt – sheer startle! “This isn’t a setup”? I asked. “Dude, I mean Corporal, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has not been reinstated as far as I heard, and far be it from me to suggest that a Marine who is senior to me is slow, No disrespect intended - but I thought you said the Navy had reported that you had survived your head injury? He was laughing now; his concern had vanished like a puff of smoke. Andy was right, I was slow. You mean… Yes sir, what are the chances two gay Marines from the same unit, the same barracks, and the same barracks room who sleep together but have never had sex with each other would show up here on shirtless men drink free night? Pretty damned likely I’d say! After a little bit absorbing the bizarre pill that I had just taken I realized I was laughing, Andy was laughing. A lot of things were suddenly funny. I told Andy he had made me drop my beer and that was funny. He said, “Well let’s get two more”! And we wormed to the bar service area through the man-flesh. Refueled and lubed with beer, we wormed over a bit to the wall. We were looking at each other, we both started to speak but aborted when they saw the other was starting to speak. The noise was incredible. For Vets who had PTSD, noise was sometimes a trigger, but I was not hearing a thing. I was falling into Andy’s Hazel Green Eyes. I was admittedly new to gay sex and for the last few days had thought I had experienced love. Up the ass it was true, but how was I to know? I was realizing my understanding of love was a … total misunderstanding. I kissed Andy. A press of the lips turned into a Frenching, which turned into him trying to suck the tongue out of my head. It looked like he was experienced at this, I tried to keep up learning along the way. I did not realize until it was over that this was my first man-kiss. Time was suspended only to come crashing back with an announcement that it was 11 O’clock, and making a few other burps of noise that we totally ignored. It was only as the dance music started, and crowd movement changed that we were brought back into this reality. Andy was taking charge since his stunned Corporal was still a little out of it. “Follow me Mike, let’s do a Head Call. Follow me and keep close”. Andy started moving through the crowd with me following in his wake. There was of course a line, but it seemed to be going fast enough. He looked behind me and said, “Flagging Right Pocket Blue I see”? “Flagging”? I responded. Andy came back with a question - “How long have you been at this if I might ask”? After a pause where I had to backtrack my calendar of impossible and improbable occurrences I replied back “five”. “5 what”? “Five Days”. He looked at me like I was pulling his leg, kept an eye on my frank expression. “Do you play poker”? “No” I replied, “this is not a bluff”? He stared at me intently. OK, you got me, you are either a master bluffer or you’re telling me the truth”. The line was at the door to the head, lets piss. The Head was cramped, and I so wanted to touch Andy but not in this place. I curbed my desire with glances and concentrated as well as I could on pissing before I got a hard on. It was already stiff from before and I had a stream like a fire hose and the pain of urination with a hard on was brutal. A thought occurred from Boot Camp Hygiene class or was it the Clap? Damn! I had not checked for messages from the clinic. When we were both finished, we squeezed out of the Head and went down the back stairs. Andy pointed to a picture frame with an old lithographic rendering. “That’s the old Trolley system going under Dupont Circle, my Grandfather said it was one of the cruisiest places in DC back in the day”. He continued “You want a pint or a rail drink”? I ordered a Blue Moon. Eventually Andy asked, “so you are freshly hatched, anybody I know”? “Unlikely” I replied. “OK, dish, who got your Cherry”? “You will keep it to yourself”? I hesitated and evaded but Andy finally got me to admit “The guys under the overpass”. “WHAT? Were you assaulted”? As I shook my head and looked down “You lost your Cherry to the TROLLS”? I just looked at him realizing what a mistake I had just admitted to and turned to leave. He grabbed me and I aborted my automatic physical response when I saw his expression had fallen into concern then horror as he realized his mistake. “Sorry Mike, really! But please realize that was quite a revelation. I don’t doubt it, who would say it if it were not so?” I squeezed my eyes shut; this could not possibly be happening. Andy said, “Let’s have another round”. As the night wore on and we drank more, we were both lit when Andy asked me: “Can I ask a few more questions”? My glance showed nothing suspicious, just concern so I nodded. “Have you been tested and gone on PEP? I nodded and said “yes, and then added, HIV Negative so far, and I have been afraid to look at the other results. They should be on my phone”. Andy digested this and said, “I’m not writing a log or anything but 12 guys seems to be a busy week”. “Weekend I corrected” Andy’s eyebrows rose but after my last reaction he changed the subject slightly. “Back to our earlier conversation, flagging Blue in the Right pocket means you are the Catcher, the Bottom, or if those terms are unfamiliar the Receiver who likes to get fucked”. I replied, “it is just my beach ditty bag”. “Well, you seem to be a prodigy knowing without learning, though this seems to simply be luck on your part. So, if you had a dozen cocks up your ass 5 days ago, I surmise your ass might be hungry for more”? I asked, “you want to take this back to the Barracks”? “Depends, Andy said, are you a screamer”? My blank look answered his question. “Best to not risk it Andy continued. Check your phone for your results please”. I looked at the message, but it was Greek to me. “May I” Andy Asked. He continued summarizing “HIV Neg but that can take weeks or more to trigger a stage called seroconversion and that is unlikely if you keep up with your PEP. Negative for the rest of the regular list, which leads me to my next inquiry – would you like to get some tonight”? “How, where”? I responded. “DC Still has a Bath House. Finish your beer”. We left down a different alley from the one I had used approaching the bar and zigzagged around to a traffic circle and turned again on 14th. He went into the CVS and grabbed 4 bottles of water, paid and once we got outside, Andy said “chug a bottle but keep the empty. DC used to be the capital of bathhouses excepting NYC. Shit there used to be one a block from the Whitehouse, The Olympic Baths. The seedy ones and the really naughty clubs were over by the far end of the original Navy Yard property where Nat’s Park is now. Grandad said it was hilarious that the Pope blessed the Nation from the site where the old Glory Hole and O street baths were”. We went Up 14th St NW and I asked “is it near the Clinic”? Andy said “somewhat, but that is farther up. Coincidental. Here we are”. He went through a generic looking street door just like thousands of others on the street. The vestibule had a pair of service windows. Andy went up to the free one and said “Two. Military discount lockers please” and handed over his ID and gestured for me to provide mine. Two lockboxes were slid through the window put your valuable in your box please. Andy told me to put my cell on airplane mode and did the same to his phone. We went through the inner door to the counter on the other side where we were given towels. Andy had been conversing with the counter attendant, and it appeared he was buying a bottle of lube. I had been feeling misgivings since the street, but realized that had been the point where I should have turned back. Beyond couches and medium lighting lounge areas you could see gym equipment but besides the combination of unfamiliar environments I was experiencing some unfamiliar sensations internally. I realized my dick was hard and my asshole was twitching. I became acutely aware that besides a manual release jerk off session in the Barracks Head, my nuts were churning with a full load. I was led into a locker room with benches. Andy spoke up: “Mike your eyes are as wide as saucers. I can tell this is your first time in a bath house. Here are some pointers - If someone is feeling you up and you are open to their touch, go for it. If not push their hand away”. He told me to strip and started doing so himself. “Still got your empty bottle? Leave it out as you stow your clothes”. Andy took a plastic nozzle out of his pocket and laid it on his towel. First thing, cleanout and prep. What you ate 24 to 72 hours ago affects your ‘end’ game as of now. Since this includes chow hall pasta, it is best to take care of this now. Take your bottle. Fill it with warm water (not hot) put this nozzle on the bottle, flush and repeat. Let’s go to the head” Andy had not yet wrapped up with his towel but let me to the bathroom where I cycled through this new experience while Andy held a stall open for me to go back and forth. After the deed was done, Andy put the nozzle and bottle in his locker and we went to the lounge area and sat on one of the couches. After a bit where it seemed he was looking inside my head, he leaned in and kissed me again. I felt his hands on my chest where he pinched a nipple, and I jumped. After a bit, he leaned back and said: “OK, I had not planned on playing tour guide tonight, but I suppose I drew the duty. Have you ever sucked anyone”? After I shook my head, he continued. “OK, you jumped to Advanced Placement studies. Important things to remember are covering your teeth, adjusting angle, and do not forget to breathe. Most guys like hummers but we can cover that at the Barracks. I see you do not suffer from ED as he glanced at my raging towel covered boner. First lesson is boner control. Summon a memory of an ugly lady from your past and that usually works”. It Did work! Andy continued. “If you happen upon a scene or sexual encounter, it is OK to watch, but don’t join in unless invited in. If you come to an open room door and get waived in, that invite is obvious. If you come up on a room door with a guy ass up, and don’t get a waive off they are usually looking to get fucked”. Andy moved onto a new topic. “Have you ever fucked anyone”? After I shook my head, Andy continued “Great, the bottoms will be happy about that”. Let’s go explore shall we”? I followed Andy and we went into the Steam Room where the water vapor steam was stifling. There was a group on the far bench gagging and slurping sounds from somewhere deep in the pile of guys. Andy waved me back out. “Sometimes, you can hang around a scene and get another one going, but let’s see what else is up”. We went to the Dry Sauna but no one was there. We padded up and down a few halls and found an open door. Any looked in and said “Hi Buddy as I joined them. Buddy, this is a friend, could you suck him a bit for me”? Buddy moved quick and my towel was on the floor and his wet mouth and throat had a good seal on my cock. He was pressing on my taint and gently kneading my balls. My body shifted from curious caution to moaning lust. Andy has checking his hole with a finger and then asked Buddy if he wanted my cock up his cunt. Again moving quickly, he spun and sheathed his ass on my rampart erection. I was a little hesitant, so he started humping back on my cock doing all the work. Andy’s voice prompted Buddy to pull off, flop back onto the tiny bunk and grab his ankles. I reinserted and Andy was coaching me to watch alignment, pull all the way out and slam back in. Buddy was whimpering in ecstasy. With one hand he grabbed Buddy’s dick and started wanking. Buddy started arching his back, toes and other extremities in orgasmic contortion. With his other hand, he shoved a finger up my ass past a spot that caused everything to explode. Buddy’s cumload spattered his face and the wall. I thought I had died and sagged driving my cock even deeper injecting the last of my load up his cunt. It took a while, but everyone came down from their Cum and slowly realigned with a semblance of normalcy. The finger up my ass was gone, but the quick intrusion had been both sharply stinging and thrilling. There was cum everywhere. I felt weak, different, satisfied, sated, and perhaps happy. Andy broke the mood by giving Buddy’s cock a last squeeze and saying, “thanks Buddy”. To me he said, “time to hit the showers”. This was definitely NOT a routine week for me. Trying to process everything that happened as I was taking a Hollywood Shower, Andy started a soapy rubdown on me. He said “You are playing catchup, but you cannot assimilate everything at once. But, while I am on the subject, what do you think? I stared at him blankly for a bit and admitted it was awesomely overwhelming. Andy turned off his shower head, “come on, there’s more”. We dried and wrapped our towels around our waists and Andy led the way down another corridor and turned into a dark opening in the wall. This gave way to dark space that varied between faint illuminations to pitch black. Further in, there were obstacles/objects that had small pools of light. Andy held my arm and stopped me, turning me into a kiss. For a moment, we were back in the bar where he was sucking my tongue out of my mouth. As the kiss continued, he tweaked my nipples making me gasp and then placed his hands on my shoulders gently pressing me down to my knees. In the dim light, I could just make out the outline of Andy’s uncut cock. It was maybe a little bigger than my 7 inches and was surrounded by a heady musky smell that was making my breathing difficult. A slight movement by Andy and his cock poked my cheek. I started an intake gasp, and it was in my mouth! I tried to remember to cover my teeth. And explored his foreskin with my tongue. He pressed deeper and my airway was obstructed. “Breathe through your nose” Andy advised. He then pulled out, reversing for a few minor thrusts as he did so. By this time, our OJT had attracted some onlookers. Andy steered me over to a padded fuckbench. “A few value added lessons – HIV is pretty slow normally, but there are other STI’s that are worth knowing about”. I realized the absurdness of the situation, was Andy really matter-of-factly discussing STI’s in a Bathhouse Darkroom? If anything, the press of the crowd increased. Andy continued like he was delivering a practiced training plan. You get a Mercer Staph infection up the ass, your days are numbered in days, not years, not months” Andy pushed me over the fuckbench. “You allergic to latex? Speak up now”. However, I could not speak as my mouth now had a pierced cock with god knows what kind of hardware attached invading past my tonsils into my throat. Andy Continued (as he was pressing a lubed thumb up my chute– “I am a Pitcher, I mostly fuck only military, your hole has had some questionable visitors in the past week. You may also find that pain is often the flip side of the pleasure coin. The cock with the hardware was slowly removed . I saw it belonged to a gym stud in leather chaps. The metal of his piercings caught what little light there was and transmitted a message of pain and destruction via little flickers of light as photons danced on his jewelry. His cock was replaced with a big black cock that became a real challenge for my air supply. Andy inserted his cock and the lube could not mitigate the shock and trauma from the friction of the intruding cock. Andy was taking slow thrusts pressing me forward, My PTSD thought I was back in the helicopter drowning, gasping for air every time it became available. My ass was clenching around the latex intruder. Andy lay across my back whispering unintelligible instructions in my ear while thrusting away. Then, Andy screamed in distress and surged forward plugging my throat with the BBC. I felt the condom snap as Andy fire Hosed his cum up my clenching ass. I felt the BBC owner flinch as I shot ejaculate under the fuckbench and once I was able to undock from what had to be 8 or 9 inches I was able to turn as see that Andy was being rough fucked by the hardware-laden leather gym bunny who yelled “take my Toxic Load you Jar Head”!

Balls deep like this is my favorite thanks to my bull doing it so many times to me

I had a bbc fuck my gf for a hour while I had to watch caged, then he pulled out and told me to get on my knees for him. He went immediately balls deep down my throat and came while I was gagging, I could taste his load and my girl’s pussy at the same time.

Mmm, nothing like a belly full of piss from a beautiful ebony cock.

A firm statement of intent is legally difficult. The implied threat of "want to" is more than enough to set a boy's mind on fire.

looking for videos and people to meet

If you ever come to Chicago you need to go to Banana Video, such an amazing set up for a theater..so many good times throughout the years..

Hell yeah! Were you hitting the little brown bottle this weekend?

I’m addicted to his bbc even though he’s twice my age

I'm assuming Nelson got you pregnant. The only difference between you and me is that I wouldn't have had a partner. I can't imagine limiting myself that way. But I certainly would have let someone else's long-term partner breed me, especially a man like Nelson.

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?