HypnoSkunk
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Posted: Aug 10 2017, 1:10 AM

	Ever thought about turning your hobby of boy love into a career? It took a lot of inspiration from you fine perverts here, but I've finally gone through with it, and figure I owe it to the forum to share just how I went about it. Can't thank you guys enough! If you have questions, don't hesitate to send me a PM, or leave a reply below. I've been a member here for roughly 6 years now and I know a lot of folks here can vouch for me. If you still have doubts, check out my post history and get a load of my cub for yourself!

	So my son, Cap, is now nine years old. We've been fooling around basically since he was fresh out of the womb (not an exaggeration!). He's a cute little boy and has always enjoyed our special bonding time. With my divorce (FINALLY) finalized just last year I couldn't be happier: having him all to myself for the weekends (and not having to deal with my disgusting cunt of a wife) has done a ton to allow us to have longer, more intense sessions. He's able to fully take my eight inch cock, and of course, the four inch, but more girthy, boyfriend's dick. For those of you who've been following our story, he's gotten comfortable with calling Nick "daddy". My partner recently got laid off from his job, and things have been tight around the house. Nick's a huge pothead (and eats like a pig!), so between financing his fixes and paying child support, I've had to get creative. The donations you guys made for our previous videos were great, but if we didn't do something quick my convention plans for this summer would've been ruined!
	Nick had a bright idea though: message some sexy looking guys off of some gay hook-up site, rent a motel room, charge to come in, play, and drink a few cheap beers (Nick was insistent that he get to handle all of the money, of course). We film it and collect donations online. Easy!

	We didn't tell Cap what exactly we'd be doing with our weekend (didn't want to get the cub nervous), but beforehand we had a stretching session with a few of our plugs. He must've suspected that something fun was coming, because he instinctively went for the larger toys and couldn't wait for Nick to be finished giving him his enema. After some relaxed play, we stuffed him up one final time with his favorite plug (shaped like a dog's dick actually, I think it's from some cartoon he likes, "Paw Patrol"?), gave him half a codeine (just to mellow him out and help him stretch for any big guys he might get), and headed on our way.
	
	If you're planning on doing this, I can't stress enough how important it is to find the cheapest, sleaziest motel you can. They're staffed by folks who aren't paid enough to care if something questionable is happening, and even if they do care enough, are in the country illegally and don't know enough English to call the cops. We checked in and parked right outside our room. The parking lot, unsurprisingly, was almost filled to capacity, the thought of dozens of guys in their own rooms cheating, renting prostitutes, and getting up to all of their wicked weekend business, bringing a smile to my face. I ushering Cap quickly inside, and Nick carried the booze (already looking fairly buzzed). The nice thing about these motels is that usually the other guests are all either being unfaithful or themselves hooking up with someone underage, so it's unlikely for them to report anything suspicious. No one gave us a second glance. Unlocking the door and surveying my surroundings, I saw a scruffy looking, chubby slob entering a room a few doors down, escorting a whore young enough to be his daughter, dressed up like a cheap hooker. The guy idly glanced in our direction, and spying Cap, licked his lips and gave my boy a playful wink (Nick says he saw a little bulge in the "lady's" crotch!). Cap was blushing as we entered our dinky little room. The wallpaper was peeling, the thin blankets were yellowed and stained, and all of the furniture looked vaguely mismatched, as if the hotel's owners had picked it up off the curb. Perfectly skeevy! He shuffled inside and sat on the large, creaky bed. Nick pointed out the little tent poking up from my cub's shorts, and I playfully teased the boy that we should invite the chubby guy over for some fun, making him turn a bright red and cover his face, muffling a delirious little giggle. 

	I jumped on the bed, giving myself a bounce before tackling Cap and giving his hair a little ruffle. A little bit of playfulness can go a long way in terms of making a boy feel comfortable. He laughed, not expecting the assault, and pushing against me. I gripped around his waist, letting him flail and almost get away, before using one paw to put pressure on his plug, a reminder about the fun times about to happen soon. His eyes rolled back and he let out a little gasp. "Oh... it feels good when you make the bed bounce dad, but, NOW can you tell me what we're doing here? Please?" I smirked and told him that he'd see soon, giving the mattress another few bounces to distract him from his line of questioning.

	Nick set down the cooler, popping it open and pulling out a beer. He gave us a cold stare with those handsome, grumpy, obviously stoned, eyes. "Cut that crap out, boys". He let out a belch, wiping some spit away from his mouth, one hand on his fat belly (of course, making me instantly obedient), the other crumpling the now empty can and tossing it casually on the floor. "Recognized one of our clients in the lot. We're gonna have company. Get the camera ready. Make sure the faggot is properly cleaned out! Don't want a repeat of last time we tried to do this...". Cap frowned, looking a bit deflated, but I smiled and tussled his fur, scratching tenderly under one of his ears. Though I know my boy can't appreciate it, I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to have such a loving and goal oriented partner. I leaned in and whispered in Cap's ear, "You know Nick loves you, he's only looking out for our best interests. Take the plug out and I'll get the wet wipes. Don't forget last time you got him angry...". Cap nodded and regained his composure, letting me quickly slide off his clothing and throw it onto the dirty carpet. I made him lean backwards and removed his plug, a satisfying *POP* sounding off as he grunted and rubbed his rump. I was hesitant to let Nick use his fists on my son at first, but Cap's behavior has improved so much that I don't know why I waited so long! The threat of spankings has made my boy perform much better during bonding time, whereas now he barely ever protested, well versed in the consequences of pissing off Nick. 

	With Cap cleaned, the camera set up, and my hubby now downing his third beer, we were ready and eager. A gentle, almost hesitant sounding tapping on the door, signaled the arrival of our first customer. Nick opened up and I hit record. There stood a handsome, though somewhat older, gentleman. He gave us a subdued "How's it going..." and passed Nick a hundred dollar bill, his attention quickly shifting to my son. "The entertainment's on the bed. Drinks in the cooler...". The guy locked eyes with Cap, who couldn't help but squirm a tiny bit and hug a pillow, obviously knowing that this stranger had something planned for him. The guy thanked Nick, took a few steps towards the bed, and  began to unbutton his dress shirt and jeans. The camera caught a fantastic glimpse of his wedding band and flaring nostrils, and I focused it next on his already erect cock, veins and all visible through his tight white briefs.  Despite being in his fifties, his body was completely toned, six pack, muscular arms, and best of all, a nice thick seven inch cock. His graying hair perfectly completed the "daddy" look, and the contrast between the size of the stranger and my boy made my heart flutter with excitement.

	Fixated, the man climbed on to the bed, never breaking eye contact with Cap as he slowly inched forward. He's breathing heavily and obviously savoring the moment. He reaches out and yanks the pillow away. Even while only upright on his knees, his larger body towers over Cap. He forcefully exhales into my boy's face, soliciting a flinch and a panicked moan, the boy's hands gripping desperately to the bed. At this point I can smell his musk and lust, so it must of been delirium inducing for my son. "Pretty lil' thing...". He leans in for a kiss, the cub recoiling. Cap's on his back, the man's arms and chest dwarfing him. "No wiggling away, Cap!". Nick chuckled sadistically. “Give the man what he paid for!". The fucker leans his head forward and now the two are locking lips. Cap passively lets the man's tongue slide into his maw, where it begins greedily slurping and exploring. The man reaches a rough hand to toy with my son's groin, the other rubbing his own exposed cock. He forces Cap's head backwards onto the bed, his kissing becoming more aggressive as he lets out an excited grunt. Saliva dribbles down into my boy's mouth. A few muffled whimpers. Cap instinctively tries to block his ass, but the breeder easily brushes aside his resistance. Two fingers slide roughly in, hole still thankfully moist from the earlier lubing. After stretching and exploring my son for a few moments, he's apparently unable to contain his excitement, and the man takes his hands and places them around my boy's neck. He gazes up and down the little frame and deep into those scared, but still very pretty, blue eyes.
	"You're about to get wrecked, little buddy". I let out a moan. The stag's taunting is encouraging my own prick to twitch. He edges his cock forward, pausing for a moment and letting it tease my son's open little asshole, before easily sliding in. The previously respectable seeming man lets out a series of expletives, slowly letting himself push deeper and deeper as the boy squirms. Cap let out a yelp, his tiny hands gripping the deer's wrists, trying, in vain, to pull them off his neck. "D-don't let him c-choke me!". It's natural for a cub to panic in this situation, and I just smiled back to him as he turned his eyes to me pleadingly. "It's OK baby! He's not gonna hurt you!", even as the fucker clenches a little tighter, his balls now grinding against Cap's butt. I almost ask him to loosen up, but sensing I'm about to protest, Nick glares me down. With an audible "splurch", the stag begins to grind his hips back and forth. The mattress makes a satisfying creak and the room's now filled with the noise of panicked moaning.
	 Cap is squeaking pathetically from the choking. I'm so hypnotized gazing at the man's puckered asshole that I hardly notice the cries, or that a new client is entering the room. Nick gives him the same greeting he gave the married man, cash is exchanged, and I catch a brief glimpse of our next star. Young, 25, maybe? A young man with a round, cute, face. Faggy little goatee. Powerful looking maw. His hair is luxurious and shines, ears are pierced in several places. His nail look manicured and from what I can see he's shaved all of his body hair. He's pretty fucking chubby, and his shirt reads out "GAY PRIDE NYC". Shorts are a few sizes too small (showing off his plump ass). Without hesitation he moves to the foot of the bed, producing a small bottle of poppers from his pocket and practically tearing off his clothing. No underwear. Nice! The stag is so absorbed in his work that he barely registers the new arrival. 
	Nick chuckles, "At least someone brought some fucking poppers" (It's a mild inhalant that one uses to loosen up their hole,  gives your body an incredible rush. Useful if you're trying to show your cub that sex is fun!). The lion grins and unscrews the cap, taking a whiff before passing the bottle to Nick, who greedily inhales a few too many hits. The fag's tongue is  out as he watches the married man pound away, letting out a few lispy prompts. "Yeah, seed that fag hole, fucker! Breed this lil' bitch!". 
	Cap's eyes are clenched shut now as he struggles to breath, and he's unable to turn to face his latest buyer. The stag's humping is gaining speed and his grip is getting even tighter. I silently watch and can't help but stroke myself. Nick's cock is out now, my hubby stroking himself above my son's face. "Choke that slut - RAPE that slut!" He takes another whiff of the poppers, the lion wanking beside him, the two jeering and swapping the bottle back and forth. The stag, oblivious to everything but his prey, let's out an angry cry as he finally discharges, teeth clenching and hands giving a final brutal squeeze, eliciting a cry of pain. He balls make an audible *PLAP* as he pounds forward and holds position just as deep as he can go, letting himself deposit his load deep inside my son's bowels. “Fuck... goddamn boy. You're so much tighter than my wife...”. Cum is now dribbling out of Cap's ass as the older man's still hard meat thrusts back and forth slowly a couple of times, making sure he's milked out all of his sperm. The strangling grip finally starts loosening. Cap takes a deep, gasping breath, his world and grim surroundings gradually coming back into focus. I think he was almost just about to pass out! The breeder wipes his brow and looks away, seeming vaguely ashamed, as he pulls out completely. A "splurt" sounds as seed pours out on to the bed in several large globs, staining the already disgusting sheets further. Nick stops wanking, and lets out a deep chuckle. "We've got a line forming...".

	The married man slowly gets up to stands by me. He's panting but still unable to look away from my battered little boy. The faggy younger man is wasting no time and crawls onto the bed. Cap is looking around, confused by the sudden appearance of a new attacker, and the predator leans in, smooching him tenderly on the lips. He gently grabs my boy and shifts him to the center of the bed. He's leaning over him from the side, soft hands massaging up and down. "It's OK, lil' trooper. I won't be as rough with you.". He starts to gently kiss from my cub's forehead down his abdomen, rubbing his nose into Cap's navel, before finally resting his lips on the little flaccid pecker. He slurps his tongue out against it's length, barely an inch long soft,  and soon the tiny scrotum is coated in thick saliva. The predator's tongue is ridiculously large in comparison to my son's dick. "Oh baby boy...". Cap moans in response,  dazed, as the queer sucks the pecker into his mouth. Never removing his lips, his hands open his little bottle of high inducing poppers. He takes a quick sniff. Next he puts the bottle under my boy's nostrils, and Cap is too dazed to turn away or refuse an inhale, still breathless from the choking and his own nervousness. The effects are instantaneous and with his first inhale his tiny junk begins to visibly grow. The married man and Nick both softly chuckling as his willy stands straight up. Almost a full two inches! His cock head is barely visible through his thick foreskin when the queer pulls back his mouth for a quick moment to admire the perfectly juvenile dicklet. His mouth plunges back down now, sucking up even the tiny nut sack. My son can only deliriously moan and squirm as the thick tongue explores. "Oh fuck... he's hard! Your boy is definitely a goddamn queer..." the stag exclaims as he shakes his head. The sucker lets out a satisfied purr. Cap's asshole is visibly leaking, and the predator playfully fingers around it, massing up a thick glob of the deer's cum. He gently dribbles it across my son's dick, sucking it into his mouth and giving a loud gulp as he swallows it down. "Disgusting goddamn faggots" the older stag exclaims with a voice of disgust, as his dick hardens again.
	The queer pulls back, a string of drool still connecting his lips to my son's dick. "Boy, I know a few places in the city that would LOOOOOOVE to have you! Such a little cutie pie! Could even be a drag queen or a dancer! You're just too cute! Could be the next 'Desmond Is Amazing', just driving guys wild! You're getting me way too worked up. Anyway, sweetheart, I slurped you, baby boy, and now you're going to get to slurp me!" The man giddily climbs over Cap and positions himself, doggy style. His rump is positioned right above my son's head. Nick grabs a pillow and props it under my son's head, bringing it dangerously close to the man's obviously stretched and abused pucker. His entire fat ass, groin, and balls, were perfectly waxed and tended, so I had no doubt in my mind that my son's tongue wouldn't be the first to come into contact with this fag's ass. Cap's eyes widened, snapped out of the pleasurable haze that getting sucked had brought, and he reflexively pushes his little arms against the man, trying to pull away for fear of getting crushed by the thick booty. Nick is quick to interfere, grabbing him by the hair and allowing the queer to transition into a squat, Cap's nose and mouth pressed deeply up against the wide and worn shithole. The queer starts wanking himself as soon as his asshole makes contact with my son's mouth. Using the bounce of the mattress, he playfully rubs himself against Cap. He lets out a faggy little giggle. "If you wanna be a big star, you're gonna have learn how to properly eat ass!" Nick can't stop himself from jerking now, even as one hand still forces the cub's head deeper, and Cap can only let out muffled cries as the fag's ass pushes down. Cap's maw is forced open, tongue unable to do anything but wriggle against the queer, who's moaning and groaning girlishly. The scent of sweaty ass quickly filled the room. The man wanks in this manner, according to the footage, for three minutes, bouncing up and down the entire time, letting out childish cries of excitement and pleasure. When he finally pulls off and adjusts himself, glistening with sweat and his asshole dripping with saliva, Nick is beaming with joy. My boy gasps, a bead of sweat and spit dripping down all over his face and into his mouth . He's blushing bright red as I bring the camera right up to show off just how hard his lil' pecker has gotten from this ordeal, and covers his face. Nick chuckles. "You're moaning and groaning, but that hard lil' dicklet of yours is saying that you're really ENJOYING this sick shit...". I focus the camera on the assailant's hole and Nick spreads the man's ass cheeks, prompting a surprised purr, the chubby queer turning his head and giving a thumbs up. His asshole is still dripping with saliva and he gives it a little clench, using one paw to easily finger some of the mess inside. 
	"Now..." teases the man, "Once I'm done with you you're never gonna want a pussy...". He gets up and kneels by the edge of the bed, dragging Cap's legs over, his lips puckering down once again onto my son's dicklet, all the while still wanking. Cap's hands are uselessly straining against his assailant's head. The queer is only encouraged by this, and begins to suction up and down the dicklet. The tiny prick is an easy blow for the well practiced predator. He works tenderly, eliciting a moans, and a pathetic whimper of "Daddy... please no more" to which both Nick and the older gentleman both chuckle. The pace slowly escalates until there's only delirious and confused moans. I've been sucking on my boy's cock since the moment I started changing his diapers, but I can't deny the guy was talented. As Cap's toes curled, his pushing away turned into resigned pulling and humping. The tight maw and previous oxygen deprivation doing were lowering his inhibitions. As the sucking continues the boy's whimpering turned into a jumble of confused grunts and cries. Cap's hips buck forward, the man still relentlessly sucking, as he let's out a deep moan of satisfaction. He finally pulls his mouth back and sticks out his tongue, locking eyes with my son and opening his maw widely to show off the tiny wad of cum that had been deposited, turning to show it off for the camera. His wanking starts to reach a climax as he swallows. The man's eyes clench and he squeals, firing a tiny wad from his own (notably small and boyish) cock onto floor, with an almost feminine little cry. "Great job guys", I excitedly exclaim. "Our fans are going to LOVE that!".
	The group pauses for a few moments, everyone catching their breath. The queer ruffles my boy's hair. "You're going to make an amazing faggot, baby boy!". He leans forward and gives Cap a passionate kiss, forcing the boy to taste his own cock while the man relishes the taste of his own ass from my son's breath. 

	Nick is now on his fifth drink, and from the smell of things, has opened up the whiskey. There's a knock at the door, snapping the party out of it's haze, and my partner turns away from the show and to peak out the blinds. "About time this fuck showed up", he exclaims with a sign, before opening the door. As soon as the new contender slouches in, the room is filled with both the scent of musk and pot. This kid is a familiar sight around our house, and to I would've recognized him from the smell alone. Nick's dealer is a scrawny sixteen year old. He's unkept, grungy, with perpetually disinterested looking, though pretty, dark blue eyes. His hair is a short, greasy, mop that covers one of his brows with a black fringe, and the his nose is ever so vaguely crooked to one side. The kid has obviously taken a few punches, looking underfed and completely neglected. His clothing never seems to be the right size, with his cargo pants two sizes too big, held on by a desperately tight studded belt. His black hoodie features a few mysterious stains. I can't deny that I find something handsome about him, in a grungy sort of way. He's been babysitting for us and there's no denying he's already had some fun with my boy. By the way he casually passes Nick a baggie full of pot, this is obviously a routine he's been through before. The thought of that sends my cock throbbing. Haughty little fucker reminds me of when I was young.
	Nick examines the bag, and nods in approval before passing the lad a beer. Cap hazily turns, obviously still feeling the effects of the codeine and the choking (I suppose we'd been in the room for maybe an hour and a half by this point?). He gives a weak little "Hey Den...". The punk smirks. "Looks like someone has a had a busy night. Sorry I came so late to the party. Girlfriend was being a bitch!". Cap lets out a sigh of relief, obviously pleased by the prospect of not having to service another complete stranger. The other guests can't take their eyes off the latest underage addition to the scene, and all of us are looking over Den like dessert just entered the room. Nick saunters over, sloppily tossing his empty beer and missing the trash bin. He starts dragging his hand teasingly across the teen's groin and abdomen. Den leans into my husband, speaking softly into his ear while wrapping his arms around his waist. "My bitch wouldn't give me any relief today. Was thinking you could help me out.".

	Nick undoes the teen's belt, wasting no time before yanking down his filthy briefs. Den is softly rubbing along the outside of the Nick's butt, spreading my husband's ass cheeks for the camera as I continue to film. Den's cock is surprisingly large, eight inches. It's gorgeously curved and veiny. The uncut and unwashed member's head is only halfway peaking out from his foreskin. My husband and the teen are holding one another tightly now, Nick's fat, hairy, and gorgeous belly contrasting nicely with Den's more toned and boyish physique. Below their tightly pressed torsos I could see Nick's hard cock, not even half the length of Den's meat, poking and sliding against the teen's pecker, prompting the two to gently buck and tease themselves against one another. They rubbed noses playfully as they embraced, Den initiating an awkward peck on my husband's lips, before Nick squeezed the boy in tighter and the two began to passionately press their mouths together, tongues and saliva greedily passing back and forth. 
	At this point I can't help but start wanking with myself, one hand still adjusting and rotating the camera. The sight of my husband's disloyalty was just too hot to not enjoy properly and catch on film. Was this kid about to fuck my hubby, who was generally a top, up the ass? The fact that he had one of his fingers knuckle deep into Nick's ass seemed to suggest as much. The other two guests were now neglecting their alcohol to enjoy the show, and I took special care to get a good shot of them, side by side, wanking. 
	Nick let's out a little gasp, tenderly pushing Den's hands away from his ass for a moment. "I want you to breed me. Exactly how you knock up that bitch of yours". Den smiles, guiding my man towards the bed and giving it a gentle little pat. Nick mounts the dirty sheets, completely ignoring my son. He's on his hands and knees gazing back at Den, giving his rump a playful shake. The teen is completely erect, and standing at the edge of the bed, his cock lines up perfectly with Nick's sweaty ass. Obviously these two have practiced this. Den firmly grips my husband's hips, bending forward to give the older man a tender little nibble on the ear. Standing straight now and gripping tightly, he looks down at Nick's ass and spits down at it. My camera catches two wads of saliva fire perfectly right onto the manly and puckered shithole, Den's fat cock head pressing against it to lap up some of the drool for lube. "You asked for this Nick. I'm going to breed you exactly the way I breed my bitch...". He's bucking eagerly now into the older man's ass, causing him to yelp and curse. Nick's eyes are clenched shut and he grabs the pillow my son had been cradling, gripping it with both hands and biting down, obviously in some pain from the teen's assault. I can't help but let out a yelp as I film, both jealous and aroused. Nick never lets me top! Den's pace is unrelenting and my husband is letting out cry after frustrated cry into his pillow as the boy plows forward. "HHHHHHRRRRRRRRGH. Don't fucking stop! Don't fucking stop Den! Breed my fucking ass right in front of my husband!" Den puts one hand forward to yank back Nick's hair, making sure he can't bury his face in the pillow for comfort, while the other hand gives a wet sounding slap to the fat ass, followed by several more. Each spank leaves a visible red mark and is accompanied by a yelp of pain from Nick. "That's right fag! Your old cunt belongs to me, and I need you to goddamn beg for it!". My husband can barely get any words out, gasping and moaning. Even while crying out in pain, his small cock is pumping out rope after rope of precum. I can see that Cap's cock is getting hard from watching this whole ordeal play out, and it must be nice for him to see his primary abuser get a taste of his own medicine. Den is grunting and cursing. "Gonna knock that pussy up, gonna knock this cunt up...". The bed's headboard is banging against the wall and the mattress is creaking like it's about to totally fall apart. 
	Nick cums first. His tiny cock, without even being touched, globing out a thick load of spunk. His eyes are wide open and he's yelling out like he's being being ripped apart, his words a senseless jumble of begging and expletives. Den keeps plowing, his strong grip relentlessly pulling his cock completely into Nick with each thrust, the two men's balls slapping together. Den cries out. It's a bestial grunt at first, quickly turning into a roar. His head arches back. The larger man can feel his partner's first rope of sperm firing off into his bowels, leaning back and making sure that his young lover's sperm gets deposited just as deep as it can be into his intestines. 
	The flamboyant guest, who'd been enjoying the scene intensely, lets out a few little faggy whimpers, furiously pounding his little cock and squealing as he leaks another diminutive load onto the floor. The handsome older gentleman is obviously enjoying the show as well, biting his lip and huffing furiously, his own sperm joining the growing puddle on the carpet. Den and Nick have both slowed their pace now, both panting and groaning, the teen's cock still twitching as the boy savors the sensation of my husband's wet innards. My son is watching intently, obviously confused by his own arousal. 
	Den is panting, his tongue hanging out a satisfied glow emanating from his face. He begins pulling out with. A wet *POP* and a dribble of sperm is dribbling down onto the sheets from Nick's shithole, my husband gazing back almost lovingly at his breeder while their sperm dribbles together on the sheets. Nick chuckles, looking around at his audience and slowly regaining his composure. "Now... boys... we've got one more fun activity planned...".


	With a paw on his shoulder, I lead little Cap into the surprisingly spacious bathroom. Our time in the room is almost up and I want to spend the remainder of it doing something special. I've laid several towels on the floor for padding, and sit Cap down in the center of the room. The camera is on a tripod facing my son and there's plenty of room for the other guys to encircle him. Cap is on his knees, gazing up nervously at the men surrounding him. His precious little boy cock is still hard. For a moment I can see the resemblance in his face to my own, and I almost feel a tiny pang of guilt. Nick's expression has become stern and hateful again as he gazes down at my boy, silencing any possibility of protest. Cap has learned from years of abuse that crying, screaming, and begging, are useless endeavors that only result in more suffering. I can't stress to any expectant dads out there just how crucial it is that their kids learn this lesson as early as possible!
	Without being commanded, Cap leans forward as I approach him, wordlessly opening up his mouth and extending his tongue. My dick is already dripping, and I tap it against his mouth, prompting the boy to give it a few little flicks with his tongue. It's gentle teasing but I can't help but buck forwards a bit, to the point where I'm now about an inch inside of his mouth. I keep one hand on his head, letting me help him bounce back and forth. I'm looking down on him and our eyes lock. "Stroke your cock for daddy, Cap. Stroke your cock for all of these nice men who want to see." I smile. He can't help but blush and try to smile back, even while my dick penetrates deeper and deeper into his little mouth. He's tugging on his dicklet and I can see he's hard. We've done this so many times that he knows exactly what I like, and the tightness of his mouth suctioning while his free hand grips the base of my dick sends my eyes rolling backwards into my head. I lean forward, moaning. He does the same. Nothing better than mouth fucking my your own baby boy. He's greedily slurping as my hand on his head guides him back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster. He's sucked so much cock he barely has a gag reflex, and soon my testicles are bouncing easily against his chin. I moan and groan. His talented little mouth is far too talented and I'm getting too close to orgasm. This is the kind of true romance that made me want to have a son! I can't help but grip his hair tighter and thrust harder.
	Nick chuckles to himself. My son and I are now completely oblivious to the other men, who're all once again wanking. Nick, who's positioned right behind Cap's head, is gazing intensely down at my son. He has one hand resting on the boy's shoulder, ensuring the cub that there's absolutely no chance of resistance. My husband slows his play for a second and looks around at the other perverts. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering where we're going with this particular game...". He turns his head to smile at the camera, giving a little wink. "I'm about to show you". His cock is pointed directly at Cap's oblivious face and the rest of the group watch intently. With a grunt, Nick begins to let out a hot, stinking, stream of piss, covering my boy's hair and face. My boy yelps a little in surprise, and I can feel the warm urine soaking into his hair as his obediently continues to suckle. The queer customer lets out an "oh gosh, oh gooooosh", his wanking reinvigorated. Both the older married man and teen grunting in approval, enjoying as the piss flows down Cap's and onto my cock. The well trained boy doesn't hesitate even for a moment, despite how strongly the pungent piss must taste, and I can see him obediently sucking it off of my cock. I can feel his throat tighten as he gulps it down into his stomach. Den is smiling. I get the feeling that he's done this before. He points his eight inches directly at Cap's face and lets lets out his own bladder, his stream and my husbands crossing paths for a moment. I'm moaning and groaning, my poor boy's humiliation driving me to grind into his mouth harder. The teen who's been fucking both my partner and son is now urinating all over my precious baby boy, and has a smug look of satisfaction as he does it.
	Seeing this spectacle is enough to make the other two men let go of their inhibitions and join in on the marking. As Nick and Den finish, two new streams start hitting my boy's face. I cry out in pleasure. I'm going to blow. With a final thrust I grunt brutally forwards, prompting Cap to make a little surprised squeak. My boy's mouth is filled with the same cock and cum that produced him. I'm groaning like a bitch, deliriously drooling. Sporadic spurts and spasms fire as I continue to admire the sight of my son's marking. Throat is still gulping and spasming, struggling to swallow down all of the sperm and piss. He barely missed a drop.

	Nick gives a little chuckle. As I get Cap up and dry him off. My boy and I are hugging each other and panting for breath. I didn't notice until I watched the tape back later, but Nick had given a large glob of spit, right into my boy's face, during the blow job! He's really got some odd ideas about how to show affection sometimes. The film ends with my wonderful hubby smiling and giving the camera a thumbs up after showing our viewers a last look at the mess. 
	After that, we mostly cleaned ourselves in silence. Cap and I showering together, both the married man and lispy fag both slipping away after exchanging phone numbers with us. My son and I held each other for a long time in the warm water, and I must've spent about 10 minutes simply squeezing, telling him what a good job he did. He always makes me so proud. He had so much sweet childishness in his eyes as he gazed up into my eyes and replied, "I love you daddy!". Any doubt I've previously had about this lifestyle simply flowed away at tender moments like these. You'll never feel more love than what a cub can give you!

	I'm writing this post from my room now, and I've tucked Cap comfortably into his bed, and he's sleeping like a baby. Nick is downstairs smoking with Den, and his mood seems to of slightly improved since we've solved the problems of getting his fix and getting his money. As soon as I put the boy to sleep, Nick offered to organize another party for next week. He says that his new job should be organizing these events while I'm at work. I can't really argue with his logic! Sharing my boy with the world is going to allow us to have one stay at home dad, which is super exciting! 
	If you've enjoyed the footage I've attached, you're welcome to make a donation to my boyfriend. My email is skunkerdaddy1992@yahoo.com. If you have any questions or wanna chat, feel free to send me a message! Together we can spread the pleasure that boy love can bring far and wide!

Hugs and kisses!
Skunkerdaddy1992