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      Published: 2017-06-17 Updated: 2017-09-08 Chapters: 6/? Words: 40168
****** Training Retreat ******
by Adoredra
Summary
     As an aspiring ninja, Naruto went through the sexual training regime
     like the rest. Unlike the rest, he had to rely on a stranger and
     someone he did not trust. Seeking to provide better for his son then
     he had, Naruto decides at the spur of the moment to expand the regime
     of his and his son's weeklong training retreat. Naruto, having an
     unhealthy perspective on sex in the life of a ninja, seeks to impart
     upon his son the lessons he learned early in life.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Training Retreat
As Hokage, Naruto was a busy man. The world was an ever-changing landscape of
upheaval caused by an unprecedented rate of technological advancement. Naruto
was a man of great character and charisma through his down-to-earth, hard-
working, yet easy-going personality. He surrounded himself with friends, best
friends, and family-like friends. He was a people person.
A chief fault of Naruto’s was his desire to shoulder all the burdens in the
world, so that others, free of the burden, could fly and reach their full
potential. The faces of the people he has helped or is helping filled him with
unimaginable joy and self-worth. Nonetheless, Naruto--at least to himself--
acknowledged when he did not know what was going on. And, as Hokage, in these
times, he quickly learned he was greatly over his head.
Like the clone technique, Naruto turned a humiliating weakness into the bedrock
of his fighting style. He learned to delegate. No one made clones as good as
Naruto and no one delegated as good as Naruto. He quickly learned that clones
functioning at full mental-capacity severely drained himself, and unlike muscle
or chakra, Naruto could not exercise his brain through sheer willpower.
He could be clever at times, but he could never be academic. He knew nothing
about how the decreasing prices in grain linked to improvements in prenatal
care, and he, frankly, never would. Yet, stuff like that mattered.
For instance, he truly and deeply cared about social services for orphans of
all creeds, yet, despite as much energy as he put into the machine, the results
were marginal. Even worse, it was effort that could have been put to other,
very important matters. And, as Naruto knew too well, it was not the effort
that mattered in this situation but the results.
Yet, if he could not rely on clones, then who? Shikamaru was one man, just like
Naruto. Maybe, together, they could attempt to tackle and solve the problems of
the past, present, and future. But the world raced like an accelerating train
reaching unlaid tracks. Even with his clones and Shikamaru’s genius, not enough
tracks could be laid in the train’s path.
So, Naruto delegated. As Hokage, Naruto created the modern, administrative
state. Professional civil servants across the Elemental Nations worked
diligently on issues ranging from religion to economics to diplomacy at the
Village, Region, State, Territory, National, and World level. Departments and
agencies in an alphabet-soup soon arose with the skyscrapers and living
standards, and soon Naruto fulfilled his ultimate goal. Not only being Hokage,
but better than all the past Hokage’s combined. No offense, of course.
This new found freedom from ruling over every little decision liberated Naruto
to spend more time with his family and the people of his Village. Time that he
desperately needed to recoup. For instance, he was a father to a twelve-year
old boy. Naruto knew how pivotal this time in his life was. He felt ashamed for
not spending more time with Boruto in the previous years, because those were
just as important, if not more.
To this end, Naruto sought to connect with Boruto. After all, Naruto was an
orphan, and, as he frequently admitted to his wife, had no idea how to be a
father for he had no father. He had father-figures sure, but no actual fathers
that lived in the same building, much less the same house. So, Naruto planned a
little training trip at a nearby resort-town for him and the family. Something
that Boruto, Hinata, and Himawari would all enjoy.
Correction. He ordered his trip adviser to make the plans for such a trip and
to organize it with his organizing adviser who needed to get in touch with his
appointments adviser, who did… stuff, presumably. Naruto did not control the
bureaucracy. Shikamaru did. Naruto, at best, greased the wheels in the giant
machine he created, and, at least, Naruto presented a beautiful face for the
faceless machine.
So, here he stood in a quaint little village without the capital ‘V’ known for
its mountainside-saunas. The train ride was new. And nice. He guessed. He could
have ran faster, but then again, he remained the fastest man alive. The hotel
represented the epitome of modern minimalism. Empty space everywhere, but the
floors, like all the other building materials, were made from the most
expensive that the recent development in global trade had to offer.
Currently, he stood in front of a glass window door that reached from one side
of a large room to the next. Outside, snow drifted down in a private garden
with its own steaming sauna. A little bamboo container continuously filled with
water, dropped, then rose again. The sight was, in Naruto’s mind, the image of
Zen. He reached down past his tight boxers waistband and scratched his ass.
“Ewww, dad,” Boruto called out from the other side of the room. Naruto turned
around to see Boruto coming out of the bathroom from his recent, hot shower.
His son had a small white towel around his shoulders while wearing a pink v-
neck and plain, black boxers. “And put some clothes own.”
Naruto raised a brow and looked down only to shrug. He was only wearing blue-
patterned boxers that were a little too snug. His wardrobe adviser and personal
clothing shopper has yet to buy a single pair of boxers. Instead, she claimed
that he needed to wear boxer-briefs or spandex or some other form of tighter-
fitting underwear because boxers bunched up under the pants which gave a bad
appearance. Always bad with personal shopping, he purchased all of his previous
clothes, including boxers, before his body began filling out in meat and muscle
now that he had stopped growing and his outrageous metabolism slowed down a
notch.
Boruto rolled his eyes and marched to one of the two beds in the room. Naruto
and Hinata decided to make it a father-son, mother-daughter trip, mostly so
that Naruto could connect via training better with Boruto. Naruto found with
Sasuke, especially, that sparring always connected people. As part of it,
Naruto and Boruto would be staying in the same room.
Although Naruto knew nothing about being a father, he knew about creating bonds
with people. Living, training, breathing, eating, and more in forced close
proximity greatly helped him and Sasuke. More or less. Or less. But in the end!
He should have thought it out a little bit more, Naruto suddenly realized.
Looking at the towel around his son’s neck and then back at the steamy sauna,
Naruto said, “We should go to the sauna now that we are clean.”
Boruto immediately looked at his dad like he was crazy and said, “It is
literally freezing outside.”
“Did you know in the Land of Iron, or maybe Snow, although I think it is called
Spring these days, or something, that they take special indoor saunas then go
jump in the snow or icy-water. The sensation is amazing, believe it.”
“Ummm, how about no?”
“Maybe it is the land of Snow because they have a lot of iron, ya know. So that
means a lot of coal. Or no. Maybe just coal because they use coals in the
indoor saunas and the iron would be in the Land of Iron. But those can’t be
actual coal-coals in the saunas, ya know, because that would be nasty. You know
what? Forget all of that.”
Naruto went back to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, ignoring the mess
of clothes on the floor.
“Let’s go, champ,” Naruto said. Without any effort, Naruto picked Boruto out of
the bed with one-hand and then proceeded to march him in front of the glass
sliding door.
“Hey!” Boruto protested. “What’s the deal, old man?”
“You might want to take your clothes off first unless you want them to get wet.
And frozen.” Naruto added. Without any hesitation, Naruto immediately pulled
his own boxers off and wrapped the short towel around his waist.
Meanwhile, Boruto was just starting to remove his shirt after getting over
seeing his dad’s frontal naked body. His mind had temporarily short-wired with
the burning image of his dad’s cock-and-balls in his face.
“Here, let me help,” Naruto said. Not known for his patience, Naruto went ahead
to help disrobe his son.
“Hey! Get off,” Boruto yelped. Undeterred, Naruto had picked up the towel
around his son’s neck, helped remove the pink v-neck and pulled the black
boxers down. Naruto noticed that the first few hairs were starting to show up.
Madly embarrassed, Boruto snatched the towel from Naruto’s hand and covered
himself up before beginning to wrap it around.
“Dad,” Boruto whined. “You can’t do stuff like that.”
Naruto frowned down at Boruto, “Since when?”
“Since forever.”
“What are you talking about? Remember when we used to take baths together?”
“I’m too old for that now, dad.”
“If you say so, champ. I guess someone is too good for baths now. Only saunas,
now, eh?”
“What? That’s not the point at all.”
Naruto shrugged, crouched and placed his hands on his son’s bony shoulders. He
said, “You know it’s very unbecoming to be shy about your body, especially
around other guys. I know in some Lands, especially the new trading ones, that
modesty and privacy of all things are the rage. But not here. I don’t want
things to be like that.
“Did I tell you about the time I was talking with the Third when I was about
your age? It was right after I failed the Academy final test for the second
time. He told me, ‘You have a gift, Naruto.’ Of course, at the time, I was
thinking about everything that I lacked. Talent, strength, speed, smarts, you
name it. Pretty much everyone loved to remind me that I had no gifts at all. I
thought lacking all inborn gifts would make it even more badass when I became
Hokage.
“So I said, ‘I do?’ And he replied, ‘you have the gift of sincerity. It is a
gift that is exceedingly rare in Shinobi, even civilians. I fear that it may go
extinct.’ Maybe, like you right now, I had absolutely no idea what he was
talking about, and I told him so.
“He explained that I was honest. He said, ‘you seem to be completely incapable
of being anything other than one hundred percent yourself at any given moment.’
And I was like, isn’t that a bad thing? He said, ‘according to some,’ but he
noted that sincerity has the power to break down barriers, and that we could
all use some more sincerity in the world.
“Of course, I didn’t understand the true meaning of any of that at the time.
But I think I understand it a little better now, and I want you to know what
the Third told me. Always be sincere. At least that way if people don’t like
you, you know it’s because of who you are and not what you appear to be, neh?”
Boruto’s jaw felt slack at all the information casually passed because he
didn’t want to be naked with his dad anymore. First, Boruto could not
understand how any of this dealt with his dad stripping him. Slowly he said,
“You failed the Academy twice?”
“Huh, oh, yeah,” Naruto chuckled. “I could not make clones for shit.”
“Did you frequently talk with the Third?”
“Meh, like once a month. He would give me my stipend, and we would talk for a
little. Of course, you know, things make a lot more sense looking back when you
have the full picture.”
“Like what?”
“Like everything.”
Naruto gave a hearty laugh and stood up putting one arm on his son’s back to
lead them to the sliding door. A gust of cold air rushed into the warm room.
Boruto rushed to cover himself with his own arms. Naruto, on the other hand,
took a large, deep breath.
“I told you it was cold,” Boruto complained.
“No shit, genius. It’s snowing,” Naruto snorted after a deep exhale. “A Shinobi
must not let the weather lower the quality of his work.”
“A Shinobi doesn’t have to be naked in the snow,” Boruto mumbled.
Naruto instantly said, “Don’t mumble. Remember, sincerity.”
“I said, you know what, nevermind,” Boruto said.
“My nipples are so hard right they could cut steel,” Naruto said looking down
at his pecs.
Boruto could not help but snort in amusement at his dad’s immaturity. He had
always been impressed with his father’s physique with defined muscle and bulk
everywhere. It was quite imposing. Then again, it represented a double-edged
sword to Boruto because he hated comparisons to his father. They seemed even
more stupid when one compared Boruto, a child, to Naruto, an adult.
“What did you look like at my age,” Boruto suddenly asked.
Naruto looked down at Boruto and bounced his head a few times lightly, “Let me
think.”
With the door still open, Naruto made the Transformation sign. In a puff of
chakra smoke, a 12-year-old Naruto appeared. The small towel hovered but for a
moment before gravity took it over, and it collapsed some distance away from
the small boy whose shoulders were smaller than the adult’s waist.
Boruto invaded Naruto’s space. Searching eyes analyzed the unkempt hair that
spiked like a strange afro. Next, Boruto noticed the disturbingly round head
with large cheeks marred by three whisker-marks. Naruto went to pick up his
towel.
Afterwards, Boruto grabbed Naruto’s thin bicep and squeezed a little then
noted, “You are so skinny. And short.”
Naruto broke the lock and puffed his chest that looked more like a ribcage,
“Yeah, and?”
“Nothing,” Boruto said before snickering loudly.
“Hey!” Naruto shouted in his pre-pubescent voice. “I’ll still kick your ass.”
Tackling forward, Naruto brought Boruto to the floor. Boruto rolled to the side
as best he could, but Naruto did not relent. They started wrestling. Naruto
never had the time to put his towel on, and Boruto’s towel started to slid off.
When Boruto’s bare ass hit the snow, he grew vigor and pushed Naruto off to the
side. Throwing his towel at young-Naruto’s face, Boruto bolted ran inside.
Quickly finding his boxers and putting them back on, Boruto turned around in
time to see a naked Naruto running at him laughing madly. It was quite the
image. Thanks to creating some distance, Boruto could up an actual ninja-worthy
defense. Not quite expecting the impromptu spar and not used to the extremely
short and thin body (relatively speaking, of course), Naruto was quickly
deflected.
Bothered by the nakedness, Boruto called out for Naruto to put some clothes on.
Crawling on the nearby plush bed, Naruto performed the Transformation technique
to add a black muscle shirt and blue-and-green pattern boxers. Jumping on the
bed a little in giddy happiness, Naruto reached for one of the nearby pillows.
Throwing one to Boruto, he picked up another.
Grinning wildly, Naruto revealed his unnaturally large and sharp canines.
Jumping once, he brought down the pillow with all of his boyish strength.
Boruto chuckled the ease of blocking such an obvious attack by holding his
pillow out. Once more, they hit and blocked each other with pillows with snow
drifting every now and then inside the room.
Naruto would over exaggerate every blow. He would just as easily roll over a
bed to run again at Boruto. Pure, unadulterated fun. In the madness, Naruto
disarmed Boruto’s pillow and began hitting Boruto’s guarded arms with his
pillow as they both laughed. As Naruto pulled the pillow back for another
swing, Boruto reached out and flipped Naruto’s back onto the bed.
Stealing the pillow, Boruto brought it back to repeat Naruto’s pummelling.
Naruto reached forward like a snake. With his small hands balling against the
backside of Boruto’s waistband, Naruto yelled, “Wedgie!”
Boruto’s eyes widened, as his boxers quickly rushed up his crack. Releasing the
pillow and crashing towards Naruto, the wedgie continued its climb up Boruto’s
back. Naruto quickly released and wiggled out of Boruto’s incoming collapse
before renewing the wedgie. With his knees against the bed and with Boruto’s
front to the bed, Naruto had full leverage and access for the ultimate wedgie.
“Ah! Stop!” Boruto whined from the newfound position.
“No mercy!” Naruto laughed back. “This is what you get for calling me short,
buddy.”
Boruto started to struggle in earnest, but Naruto had him thoroughly pinned to
the bed. Naruto started to yank Boruto’s boxers up further and further in
short, painful bursts. Soon, boxers were turned into a thong with Boruto’s bare
ass in the air.
“And this is what you get for calling me weak!” Naruto roared with all of his
Transformed strength with a massive bicep curl. Boruto’s ass lifted in the air.
Changing his position, Naruto held the position with one hand and started
spanking Boruto’s ass ruthlessly.
The position, however, strongly undermined Naruto’s pin. Boruto quickly bucked
off Naruto’s whose laughter never ended. Crashing on the floor, Naruto yelled,
“Don’t mess with the wedgie master!”
Boruto, however, was not fully embracing the hilarity of the situation.
Growling a little in the back of his throat, Boruto unplucked his wedgie and
jumped from the bed to Naruto with arms outstretched. They began to wrestle
with zeal on the wooden floors.
Eventually, though, they ran out of juice. Being late at night after a whole
day of travelling, even their energies could go full-throttle without a
sufficient motivator. Panting and sweating despite the still open door, they
looked at each other before simultaneously grinning and laughing like idiots.
Naruto then got up and retrieved the small towels. Transforming back to an
adult and having a large stretch, Naruto wrapped himself and threw a towel at
Boruto’s face who still remained leaning against a wall. “Let’s get in the
sauna now,” Naruto suggested.
“But I’m tired,” Boruto replied.
“We can’t go to bed all sweaty like. That’s gross, ya know,” Naruto said
stretching out an arm.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess.”
As they walked through the snow, Naruto commented, “Ya know, that was probably
the most fun I’ve had in a long ass time.”
“That’s because your old, ya old man,” Boruto retorted without wit.
“Hey!” Naruto said. “I kicked your ass.”
Boruto did not have a reply for that. At least, he cannot receive a wedgie with
his boxers back in the room. Gods-be-damned that hurt his rear. And it was
super embarrassing. He’d have to get his old man back for that.
Taking off their towels, Naruto and Boruto placed them by the convenient wooden
box after wiping out the snow. Getting in the sauna, Naruto gave a long and
exaggerated sigh, “Gosh, that transformation really did a number on my
muscles.”
“That’s because your old,” Boruto smarted.
Naruto groaned, “Yeah, yeah. Oh! I have an idea. It’s time for a training
session already.”
“I just want to relax,” Boruto said as he reclined in the stones.
“Mah, mah, later. Do you know how to give a massage? Do you know the muscle
groups? Taking care of one’s own body is very important.”
“Not really.”
“Come over here, it’s just pure memorization unfortunately. But it’s very
important to know how they work in practice.”
Slowly wading over, Boruto noticed that Naruto had turned his back with arm’s
outside the sauna and against the stones. He very much noted the very obvious
muscle groups against his dad’s toned, muscular back.
“Okay, just put your hands on my back and feel around for the different
muscles. You’ll feel how they act like a bunch of little valleys or something
like that.”
Boruto followed the instructions with a little hint of awe. He wished one day
he could be strong like this. As he did so, he barely listened to his father
naming the muscles. He tried his best to follow the massaging instructions of
going through the whole muscle, focusing on knots, and the like.
Unfortunately for Naruto, Boruto had nowhere near the strength in his hands
like those of professional masseuses. Naruto moaned at the thought of those
Shinobi who knew how to control their chakra in their hands to give excellent
massages. Hinata was the best in his opinion. He supposed it was a Hyuga thing.
The wanton moan caught Boruto by surprise. He had no idea his dad could make
such noises, or that Boruto’s novice massage would elicit them. Naruto’s
Transformation must have really taken done a number on his muscles after all.
But the more Boruto thought about it, the less sense it made.
Soon though, Boruto’s strength waned. Easily taking note, Naruto called the
massage off mentioning working on that later. Going back to relax, Boruto could
not tell through the thick steam but definitely had the impression that his
dad’s legs were spread far too wide.
Apparently sensing this, Naruto said, “Why are you so prudish? I’m not asking
to be mean. It’s just odd. Is that a new thing for kids these days?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I go take steam baths with my friends.”
“What? That’s crazy. Steam baths are the best. Very good bonding experience.”
Boruto merely shrugged, so Naruto asked a different question, “Any girls got
your eye? I know when I was your age I was head-over-heels over a girl.”
“Not really. Who was the girl?” Boruto asked.
“No one to worry about,” Naruto replied a little too quickly. “What about
guys?”
“No!” Boruto blustered.
“What? You’re always hanging out with Shikadai and Mitsuki.”
“I don’t think of them like that.”
“You serious? That’s a waste. You have to be wild and free, ya know.”
 
“What are you talking about?”
“Have you never jerked it before?”
“What?!”
“You know, like beat the meat. Masturbated.”
“What, uh, I, what sort of question is that?”
“Do people not talk about these things anymore?”
“No!”
“I see. My bad. I should have brought these things up earlier. I guess I’ve
been selfish with you. Just wanted you to be a child forever, enjoying the
blessings of childishness. Can’t have your cake and eat it, too, I guess.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Something that I should have discussed with you earlier, I suppose. Something
that you should have learned at least one year ago, if I remember correctly.”
“Wait, what?”
“The birds and the bees.”
“Oh. I think Konohamaru-sensei mentioned it once but that you would teach it to
me. But you never did, and I forgot about it.”
“I see. I’m sorry. I apologize. But it’s not about what is in the past, but how
we move forward, son. So let’s move forward. You see a Shinobi must be prepared
for everything. Body, mind, and soul. Generally, when we speak of the body, we
speak of physical strength, yada yada. But the body can also be used against
you. Or for you.
“You see the body can be a treacherous being, and you don’t want the enemy to
take advantage of it. Likewise, you need to be ready to use your own body the
same. There are many words to describe it. Sex, pleasure, lust, et cetera.”
“Sex?”
“Yeah, like, you are on a mission, and someone purposefully or inadvertently
gets you off track because of sex. Either the act, or you wanting it, or he or
she is tempting you. Stuff like that. Anything that gets your mind off the
mission and on to something else or someone else.
“So you have to be ready for that and not let it get in the way. Generally,
speaking one’s first time having sex is the most important in terms of how
distracting it can be. For instance, virgins, like you I’m guessing, are far
more susceptible to subtle sexual ploys like a light touch, a flattering
comment, what-have-you.”
“I, I, I don’t want me being a virgin to get in the way of a mission.”
“Exactly.”
“How did you lose yours?”
“Oh, well, that’s, ummm, not important.”
“I really want to know.”
“Umm, well, there was a teacher at the Academy. And for, ummm, extra credit I
would, ya know, pleasure him, to get my grades up. And he eventually took my
virginity.”
“What’s her name. Where is she now.”
“Well, to be honest, it was a he. And I beat the shit out of him. And he’s dead
now. So, nothing there, I suppose. But that’s why I want your experience to be
better.”
“Will you take my virginity?”
“If you want, I guess, sure. Usually it’s a relative or a teacher from what
I’ve heard. So sure, why not.”
“Right now?”
Naruto chuckled, “No not right now but maybe at the end of the week if you
train really hard. And I mean all the training. Day training that we came out
here on this trip for and at nights for the sex training. But first, you need
to work yourself up to sex, especially with another dude. Come to think of it,
we can start now. Go to the small ledge over there.”
As Boruto maneuvered to the small ledge, he sat down with the majority of his
body out of water in the cold air. Meanwhile, Naruto stood up in his steamy
nakedness and walked through the water towards it. He said, “Pay attention to
everything. Even the small details are very important.”
Boruto nodded and gulped. His eyes roved all over his dad’s body. From the wet,
short hair, to the chiseled pecs, to the toned abs, to the deep V, before the
steam was too thick. Jitters over took his body at the thought of learning such
an important lesson with his father. He felt so glad that someone finally told
him. And knowing now it’s importance, he felt very glad that his dad decided to
be the teacher instead of fencing him off to Konohamaru, no offense to him.
Soon, Naruto neared Boruto and the edge. Kneeling in the water, such that it
came to his nipples, Naruto’s hands grabbed Boruto’s feet and slowly traveled
upwards in a kneading motion. Boruto looked at his father’s eyes which were
focused intently on his own frame.
“Now, everyone has erogenous zones on their body. Special places that make
someone feel very pleasured. More so than other areas. For instance, this part
of your leg has no reaction, but when I move my hands here and add a little
pressure, you lose your breath a little.”
Boruto could only nod, as Naruto’s hands continued upward to his thigh. In a
time that felt both instantaneous and eternal, his dad’s hands were at his
inner thigh, and they spread his legs out further. Boruto felt extraordinarily
vulnerable but wanted more.
He could see know the importance of having this feeling with someone he
trusted. And despite all his nagging and bitching to the contrary, there was no
one he trusted more than his father. Except his mother, of course, but
definitely not for something like this.
All thoughts of his mother rushed out of his head, as Naruto’s hands neared his
dick. Boruto’s breath hitched, and he stared at the hands. But at the last
moment, they stopped. Nonetheless, his dick started to rise.
“That is called teasing, which is just another form of temptation. You see. I
am so close to you that you can practically feel it. But I am not. And you know
it. But more importantly, your body knows. And your body wants it. Craves it.
Will do anything for it. Your mind is clouded, and you know it in your heart of
hearts. You see, with those thoughts, how could you ever care about a mission
or something like that?”
Boruto’s breath released in short bursts. Naruto’s other hand started to go
down towards his balls without touching. Except once, when they touched a hair.
Boruto’s body’s reaction was almost orgasmic. In the distance, he could hear
Naruto’s chuckle. But Naruto still kneeled right before him.
The hands started to recede, and Boruto wanted them to go back. His own hands
reached to force them down. Naruto reversed the grip and placed them back.
Looking up at Boruto, he said with increasing force, “During this your hands
can never leave your side. It teaches two things: discipline and respect.
Discipline to not let your body’s urges control you. Respect because the guy or
gal doing this to you, might not want your forceful hands on them, neh? They
want you to trust them to make you feel good. They are not an object to get
your pleasure out of. Unless, of course, they want that. But it is up to them.
Not you.”
Boruto nodded hurriedly, “I understand.”
He got the distinct impression Naruto was not talking to Boruto anymore, and
Boruto wanted to get Naruto distracted. Fortunately, Naruto nodded back once
and said, “Good.”
His dad’s large hands continued up to his hip bones before his fingers splayed
out across the soft skin. “You still have a little baby fat, but that will go
away,” Naruto casually commented. “Now for me at least, the stomach, the belly
button, especially, is a major erogenous zone. Not so much for you, I suppose.”
Boruto still had the feelings from before, but his dad’s clinical tone was
starting to ruin the mood. As if reading his mind, Naruto continued in a more
sultry tone, “Now, how about up here?”
The fingers, spread wide, traveled to Boruto’s diaphragm then lower pecs before
focusing on Boruto’s nipples. Boruto’s nipples were still slightly raw from
Transformed Naruto’s nasty titty-twister, and so they were even more sensitive.
“Personally, my nipples are pretty sensitive, but not as much as yours.”
Naruto’s hands began to pinch Boruto’s nipples, twist them slightly, and other
movements. Boruto lolled his head backwards in the soothing, sexual pleasure.
Soon, one of the hands were off, and he felt a finger to his throat.
“Bam, dead,” Naruto laughed. “You see how easy it can be? You could kill the
strongest ninja in the world just like that, if that ninja did not have the
proper training or experience. That’s why this lesson is so important.”
“Hai,” Boruto responded with his head back in place. But the fact that Naruto
was stilling playing with one of his nipples still distracted him. He looked
down to see his father’s infamous smirk. The one that he always had before
something devious was going to happen. Like giving him a near atomic wedgie.
“That’s just the beginning. Now,” Naruto paused to place the tip of his finger
on Boruto’s leaking slit to Boruto’s great surprise, “let’s see what your body
wants so bad, neh? And remember, this is just beginner’s stuff.”
Before Boruto could get his head back on straight, Naruto’s finger had turned
into a hand that deftly twisted the head of his dick. Going down his dick, the
hand rested at the base while another hand cupped his nearly hairless balls.
The resting hand soon started to squeeze, then pump up, then twist, then pump
down. Meanwhile, the cupping hand started to roll Boruto’s balls back in forth
with ease, yet caution.
Boruto’s neck rather than lolling backing again focused intent on the hands on
his cock. His big blue eyes were wide. His pink lips were parted slightly, and
his heavy panting steamed the cold air. The hands were constantly in motion and
changing directions and pressure.
The pace picked up. Boruto could not control himself anymore and started to
openly pant and moan. All of his focus was spent keeping his hands to his
sides. His dick became more and more sensitive with each pump and twist and
pump. In almost no time, he started to feel the tell-tale signs of an upcoming
orgasm.
His thin hips started to press forward. The pit of his stomach started the
coil. Then, his balls contracted and semen spurted out of the top. It flew up
in the air briefly before landing either on his dad’s forearms or in the sauna.
The end bursts were just enough to get it out and start to cascade down his
dick and onto Naruto’s hands.
Boruto’s breaths started to even out, yet his heart would not stop beating
loudly. His small chest inhaled and exhaled deeply. Naruto chuckled a little
while looking at his hands before putting them under the water and washing
them.
“Feels a lot better when someone else does it, neh?” Naruto asked.
Boruto could only nod back.
“Well,” Naruto started. “Tell me about it. Learn anything?”
Boruto nodded furiously, “A lot.”
“New techniques?”
“Your hand on my balls, and the twists. It’s so much better then when I do it
myself.”
“You’ll see that it almost always feels better when someone else is jacking you
off.”
“OK.”
“Ready to try it out yourself?”
“What?”
“The purpose is for me to teach you how to do it, and then for you to practice
it. That’s how training goes, champ.”
“I know that! I just, I don’t know. I guessed that-”
“At your age, you will be giving pleasure more than receiving, especially as a
Shinobi. Plus, receiving pleasure is easy. Just discipline, really. Now comes
the hard part. The part that involves making the mission a success. Now let’s
try to find a comfortable spot.”
They maneuvered around the sauna. Boruto’s nerves and jitters returned. The
best orgasm of his life, however, dulled the nerves by frying them a little.
First he felt nervous about the receiving the intimacy. Now he felt nervous
about giving it. It made him feel a tad selfish that he assumed that he would
not have to reciprocate.
Moreover, it made him feel stupid that he lost track of the fact that this is a
training exercise. And like all previous training exercises with his dad, he
hoped he did not disappoint. Naruto finally found a ledge that he could sit in
a leaning manner, where Boruto could stand comfortably in the sauna.
“Now, I will walk you through it, okay?” Naruto said spreading his arms behind
him to rest outside the sauna.
“Okay,” Boruto replied as his eyes roved over his dad’s naked form.
“Start feeling me up like I did. Sort of like a massage. One trick is balancing
the need of looking at where your hands are going, and the other is looking up
at the person. There is something extremely sexy about that.”
Boruto nodded and squatted a little in the water, so his hands could start at
Naruto’s calves. He started to knead the muscles. Unfortunately, they were too
strong. Naruto quickly realized that he was clearly not feeling it, so he
suggested that Boruto just start with the handjob.
“Obviously, my dick is flaccid. You need to work it up by teasing it out. With
one hand sort of just start tugging at it.”
Following the instructions, Boruto tentatively grabbed a hold of his dad’s
dick. It felt very warm even with the sauna. He noticed that the sauna wetter
down his dad’s pubic hair. With a small and shy tug, Boruto started to pick up
the pace and gain courage. Soon, Boruto’s hand was splashing against the water
before Naruto told him to pause.
“Very good. Place that hand at the top, and the other to hold my balls, now
lower your body such that my dick is between my eyes and yours.”
Boruto slowly lowered himself a little more in the water such that his chin was
only a few centimeters from touching it. The position had the additional effect
of placing his face far closer to his dad’s erection. Unable to stop staring at
it, Boruto noted how much longer and wider his dad’s dick was. And harrier. And
thicker. Real girth.
“Good, good. Look up at me. There we go. This is the go-to position for you.
Whenever you are giving a handjob, make sure the dick is in front of your face.
No one should be able to see anyone’s face without a dick in the way.
“First lets see how good you are at fondling my balls. Keep cupping them like
you are. If they ever squeeze up or so, then you have gone to far. The trick
with them is that they are very sensitive. Just too much pressure one time, and
pleasure has turned into pain that does not go away.”
Boruto swallowed thickly. He really did not want to ruin this moment, but his
small hand could barely hold them all in one. In fact, the sides of the sack
were not held at all. With them underwater, Boruto had trouble with them
floating, so he cupped them towards Naruto’s body. Checking them over, Boruto
looked up to his dad, looking past Naruto’s large dick.
“Weigh them with your hand. Bounce them. Keep doing that. That’s what a man’s
balls feel like, son. Get comfortable with them. It’s very important that you
are comfortable around them. I know they are underwater, but look at them.
“Lets try a little dirty talk, so you can get used to it. See how filled they
are with my cum? You like that? Feeling a man’s balls in your hands? So full of
cum? You want that cum don’t you. Imagine it: painted all over your face, yeah?
Now look up at me, and tell me. Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I, I, umm, You, er, Your balls are so big. So full. So full of cum. I can’t
wait. I want it. I want it so bad. All over my face. Your cum.”
Naruto laughed a little, “We can work on that later. But you get the idea. You
feel how my cock is stiffer? More engorged? Now, you might have felt a little
something as well, neh? That’s good. That’s the point of talking dirty. Gets
both parties more heated in the moment.
“I would just say that you should do it with more confidence. There should be
no fear, nervousness, anxiety, stuttering and the such in your voice. Project
strength. It sounds super fake otherwise.”
Boruto nodded in reply looking through his dad’s dick. His hand got more
comfortable to the weight of his dad’s balls. He felt more accustomed to the
shape. The dirty talk took him by surprise.
He had no idea what to do or say other than repeat what his dad said. At least
when his dad was talking, it started to get his dick hard again. The way he
said it with a deep husky voice, and his balls in his hand, his thick, large
dick in the other and in his face, his dad’s nonchalant position in the steamy
sauna all added to the atmosphere.
“Now, keep a weighing rhythm but a lot slower and softer. Like that. Now with
your other hand on my dick, just twist the tip. OK, again, but with more
pressure. Ummm, again, but maybe more fluid, ya know. Now you are getting it.
You don’t want to squeeze it like a water bottle, but be firm with it. That’s
good. Now, just like I did with you, start to pump it.”
Boruto tried his best to get a good grip but it was either too soft or too
hard. He needed firm. Then, his dad was already moving to the pumping stage.
Although his relatively small hand had no trouble with the bulb of his dad’s
dick, the shaft was another problem. It was just too big.
Unlike how Naruto could use one hand to practically cover all of Boruto’s dick
in one-go, Boruto could not do the same. He could not even wrap his fingers
such that they would touch it each other. He looked up at his dad for help with
what to do. His dad nodded in thought.
“We will have to improvise. My dick’s too big for you. Maybe, hmm, I don’t
know. I was going to save this for tomorrow night, but, we might as well. Or
maybe not--”
“We can do it tonight,” Boruto said a little louder than he wanted. He felt
ashamed for not being able to do it, but it was out of his control really. His
dad’s dick was too big, but he did not want to end the night without completing
such important training with his dad. They only have so many days, and this
will probably only happen this training trip. “I can do it. I’m ready. Believe
it!”
“Alrighty, champ, I believe you,” Naruto grinned from his semi-reclined
position. His son’s hands holding his balls, and the other stopping from giving
a poor handjob. This was nice. He originally planned just for Boruto to use two
hands. “Kiss my dick.”
“Wait! What?” Boruto shouted. “For real?”
“Wait? Wait. I thought you were ready?” Naruto replied with quizzical eye.
Boruto looked down at his hands and thus his dad’s dick before looking back up
determined, “Yeah. Sorry. I’m ready. Believe it!”
Boruto puckered his lips from his same position and started to get his head
closer to his dad’s dick. He squeezed his eyes out of shyness. Naruto, on the
other hand, found the scene comical but knew this would never pass. He realized
that his son was not ready, but his son’s pride would not allow him to back
down. Naruto, of course, sympathized with the stubbornness and went to help
“Open your eyes. Unpucker your lips.” Naruto ordered as one of his hands went
to hold the back of his son’s head. “I’m going to guide you, okay? You want to
get your face right up to my dick. Specifically, my dick’s head. Once there,
you will give it a quick kiss making sure to look up at me. Got it?”
“Hai,” Boruto said feeling ashamed of failing already. Turning the shame into
rugged determination, Boruto moved his head right in front of his dad’s cock.
He could see the large vein running underneath along all of the other features.
It practically took up his whole vision.
By getting closer, he could tell that the dick got even more engorged. His
small breaths made it even larger. Boruto liked the fact that he was at least
doing something for his dad. Far less than what Naruto did for him, but
nonetheless, something.
Craning his neck a little over the dick, Boruto went to kiss before stopping
and making sure to look up. His dad’s blue eyes seemed electric through the
steam of the sauna. They watched intently.
“Kiss my dick,” Naruto ordered.
Boruto felt a sense of compulsion and, while maintaining eye contact, lowered
himself the extra centimeter and puckered his lips and placed one on the top.
Because of the position, Boruto’s eyes were practically rolled all the way up
in an uncomfortable position. He felt it worth the discomfort from the immense
satisfaction of finally not screwing up and gratifying his dad.
“Look at my dick,” Naruto ordered and Boruto complied. “See that liquid out of
the slit. That’s pre-cum. Lick it.”
Despite being taken aback, Boruto did not want to hesitate again and disappoint
his dad, potentially ruining the training trip. With a shy swipe of his tongue,
he passed over the slit collecting the precum and licked it back into his
mouth. He could not stop the sour look passing over his face.
Naruto chuckled and asked, “What does it taste like?”
“Really salty,” Boruto answered.
“That’s what cum tastes like, son. It’s an acquired taste, but, soon, you’ll be
loving the flavor. I’m sure.”
Boruto nodded and went for another lick. He could not fathom how he would end
up liking the flavor, much less loving it. Then again, he knew how much his
father loved ramen, which tasted very salty.
“Now go to the base of my cock, right before the water.”
Boruto’s thoughts derailed, and he obeyed without asking questions this time.
Naruto found that unbelievably sexy from his troublesome son. Looking up,
Naruto’s cock dominated Boruto’s vision. Although the smell of steam clouded
his senses, he could definitely smell the very unique scent that every person
seemed to have. Except yourself, of course.
“You are going to lick my cock from the bottom to the top.”
Boruto, overpowering his nervousness so close to the steam, went to lick it. He
felt the hand on the back of his head guide him upwards. His tongue remained
out and slid more out of his mouth. By the time he reached the top, his tongue
stretched as far out as it could go.
Naruto hissed midway at the feeling of a rough tongue going across the main
vein on the underside of his dick. He could not help but give a little pressure
to guide his son that was going too slow. The eye-contact the whole time gave
Naruto nothing more than the sensation of pure domination.
Once at the top, Boruto left his mouth wide open with his tongue all the way
out. Only able to see the top of Boruto’s teeth and the visual illusion of the
tip of his dick inside of his son’s mouth, Naruto decided to step it up a
notch. With the guiding of his hand, he placed Boruto’s mouth over the top of
his dick. Then, he place his son’s hand down towards the foreskin.
With his son’s mouth completely filled with the head of his dick, Naruto
finally spoke in a tone that allowed no questioning, “Close your mouth around
my dick. Good. That’s it. Now use that tongue of yours to lick my head. Lick it
all. Oh yeah. Don’t stop playing with my balls either. Get your other hand
working. Start pumping and twisting my fat cock like I did to you.”
With his mouth fully over the head of the dick, Boruto’s tongue started to
swipe at the slit more. Then, his tongue started to lather the whole bulbous
head. At first his tongue glided slow, but with the increased instructions his
tongue went into overdrive. Meanwhile, one hand kept weighing the underwater
balls, while the other started to pump and twist.
Remembering to look up, he saw a lax smile covering his dad’s face. The head
alone strained his mouth. He just barely covered the whole head, but without
proper suction, he started to drool on his dad’s cock. With his mouth filling
with saliva, he sucked some back. What escaped his lips soon joined the rest of
his dad’s cock thanks to his pumping hand.
“Ah, a quick learner. Get your lips around my fat cock. Close them. I forgot to
tell you this, but absolutely no teeth on my dick, OK? OK, good. Now with that
small mouth of yours start sucking my dick. Don’t stop your tongue or anything
else either, got it?”
Partially bobbing his head in a nod, Boruto got a better grasp of the dick’s
head in his mouth. With his lips just on the other side of the head at the
foreskin, Boruto started to earnestly suck the dick in his mouth. Boruto noted
that the hand on the back of his head started to grip the hair on the back of
his skull, if only a little. Moreover, his dad’s chest started to rise and fall
more deeply.
Unable to stop the pride coming to him, Boruto speed up the licking and the
sucking and the pumping. Like earlier with the balls, Boruto soon got
comfortable with his dad’s dick in his hand and the dick’s head in his mouth.
His sucks started to get louder and fuller.
Nonetheless, the strange actions worked dormant muscles, even despite his
intense ninja training. He refused to let the early signs of soreness to slow
him down. He gave one real large suck with all of his lungs.
His dad moaned real loud and let go of the damp blonde hair. Boruto felt his
dick stir again. Quickly, it became hard. Naruto, the whole time, never broke
eye-contact with his son working hard on his cock. The hand pumping, the hand
cradling and the mouth sucking loudly and lewdly. Naruto knew if it continued
much longer he would cum, and he still had a lesson to teach.
“Slow down just a bit bud. You are doing real well. I just want you try
something out real quick. I want you to go as far down my dick as you can. Move
around if you need to. Do not worry about looking up at me. Try to see if some
saliva will help.”
Boruto repositioned himself with the dick still in his mouth. He felt slightly
tempted to take a hand and start touching himself. He refused the compulsion
because he did not want to disappoint. He had a mission, and he would not let
his lack of discipline interfere.
Standing more upright from his squat, Boruto bent over such that he faced
completely down. He could only see the larger part of his dad’s shaft, hair
floating strangely in the steamy water, a happy trail that led to a muscular V
and the bottom part of his dad’s six pack.
Hoping to prove himself, Boruto stopped and loosened his lips to let the saliva
go down. Pumping with his hand on the upper part of his dad’s dick, he hoped to
lube up the dick. Afraid of seeming like he was hesitating, Boruto started to
go down further than his dad’s bulbous head. Fortunately, the head was the
widest part, but it was very wide.
Boruto’s dick twitched at the thought of his mouth being filled even more by
his dad’s fat cock. He barely passed the foreskin before he felt the dick
pressing the back of his throat. He could not let it end now, but he had no
idea what to do?
“Breathe through your nose. Open your throat. Act like you are trying to
swallow it whole.”
With the large dick in his mouth, Boruto muffled out, “Roger.”
Following his dad’s instructions, Boruto first started breathing deeply through
his nose. Next, he tried to open his throat as much of possible, but his
muscles were not obeying. He had no idea how to ‘open his throat’. Everything
back there felt alien to his own body. Nonetheless, he pushed himself down his
dad’s thick dick. He wanted it so badly.
“Try bobbing your head.”
Boruto began to bob his head. His head slid up and down the rockhard cock
stretching his small mouth. Then, Boruto started to pump his head like his hand
did previously. Boruto became frustrated from the lack of progress. He needed
to get further down his dad’s dick, but it kept hitting the back of his throat
which reflexively repulsed him. His body was betraying him!
Continuing to bob and go at least temporarily further, Naruto’s dick kept
hitting the back of Boruto’s throat. Sometimes harshly. Naruto could see the
determination in his son’s actions, but they were simply not good enough
results. The blowjob was feeling good mainly from the appearance and looks of
his son’s submissiveness and eagerness. Now it was looking bad with the coughs
filling the air.
Knowing the pain it would cause Boruto if he told him to stop, Naruto placed
both his hands on the back of Boruto’s bobbing head. Feeling the pressure,
Boruto stopped briefly before continuing. Naruto gripped the blonde locks
lightly before taking control. Receiving the hidden message, Boruto stopped his
ministrations and let Naruto take over.
The hands slowly but surely pushed down. Meanwhile, Naruto kept telling his son
to loosen his throat. The dick edged against Boruto’s gag reflex, but Boruto
refused to resist and kept trying to relax. The wideness of Naruto’s dick
struggled against the tightness of Boruto’s throat. His hands had some time ago
started to hold against his dad’s large thigh muscles above the knee.
His mouth had never been stretched like this before, especially for such a
prolonged period of time. Tears, which he blamed on the steam, started to form
at the edges. He had trained harder than this before. It was just so much more
intimate and different. It worked all sorts of new areas.
Naruto leaned his head to the side to get a better view of his son’s dicks
wrapped around his cock and struggling to take more in. He found the sight
beyond sexy. He loved the feeling of Boruto’s hands against his thighs, having
fully succumbed to pleasuring him. He took extreme pride in all the trouble’s
his large cock caused.
Naruto’s dick now fully rested against Boruto’s throat. Thinking of everything
he could do, Boruto started to extend his legs and get a better height to
swallow his dad’s thick dick. The new position changed the feeling briefly and
offered a new pathway for his dad’s cock. But it was too thick for his throat.
Naruto felt the extreme tightness at the tip of his dick. It felt amazing, but
he could tell Boruto was at his limit. Taking another side glance, Naruto made
a mental note of how far Boruto made it down his dick. It was actually not
really that much further from the foreskin. At least that meant more room for
improvement.
Tightening his grip in Boruto’s hair a little, Naruto started to slowly pull
his son off of his dick. Boruto initially resisted, seeking to go further. Then
again, knowing one’s limits is important. Naruto disappointed Boruto by taking
his mouth fully off of his dick.
“You did good champ. We’ll work on it each day, until you got it, OK?”
Boruto nodded still breathing deeply above his dad’s dick.
“Now, you never finished me off, now did you?”
Boruto shaked his head getting greater control of his breathing. He felt
ashamed. For failing his dad who was always so busy. For failing to accomplish
the mission.
“That’s not very polite is it?”
“No.”
“I want one hand playing with my balls, the other jacking me off, and I want
those swollen pink lips sucking my dick. Got it?”
“Hai! I won’t fail you!”
“Get to it. I’m going to be talking dirty again. Pay attention to what I say.
You’ll learn a few words probably.”
Perfect, a chance to redeem himself! Boruto relaxed slightly back into the
sauna enjoying the hot water rushing back. The cold air against his bum was
annoying. He started to weigh his dad’s balls again. Then, he placed his mouth
on the head with the hand practically underneath. Far more comfortable with the
feeling of the tough muscle and different skin types, Boruto started to slurp
and suck. The sounds filled the sauna.
“Look up at me when you are playing with my cock. You like that cock don’t you?
Are you hard? Are you hard from sucking my dick? Or is it my balls. You want to
suck them don’t you? But you can’t. So sorry. You’d love my balls in your
mouth, huh? What if I started bouncing them up and done, as you desperately
tried to lick them, suck them, play with them.
“Too bad. Instead, you may suck the thick, hard dick in your mouth and hand.
What a huge cock, neh? So big against your small hand and small mouth. It’s
just devastating you, huh? Stretching those lips out. But you love it don’t
you? Love my cock filling your mouth and your hands. Tell me how much you love
my cock with it in your mouth.”
Boruto started to make incoherent statements against the tip of the dick. The
dirty talk turned him on like no other. It was so degrading, but at the same
time so true. He loved it all. Not just for the mission. His dad describing all
the other things he had yet to do made him so excited.
Letting the excitement take him over, Boruto went a little further down the
head to the foreskin. From there, he started talking around his dad’s cock in
earnest. Of course, it made no sense, but the loud sucking sounds filled with
the mumbled words started to affect Boruto and Naruto. He got more and more
lost in it.
Discussing how much he loved his dad’s cock. How heavy his balls were. How
horny Boruto was to be sucking it. To be touching it. How much he wanted to get
his dad off. He said it all without even a single notion of filtering it.
“Yeah, tell me more. Look at you go. I bet your so hard right now under the
water. Hiding that little dick of yours. You couldn’t even get both hands and
your mouth around my piece, yet I jacked you off in a few seconds with my hand.
What a little, hard dick you must have.
“You must really want something touching it. Someone doing what you are doing
to me? Well, too bad. You have to learn to give before receiving. You need to
give more and more. You could barely get my dick down that throat of yours. You
want my dick down your throat, don’t you?
“I see you bobbing on my cock like crazy. So desparate. Yearning so hard to
have my cock fill your throat. I bet you wanted that nose of yours right in my
pubes, huh? With my balls slapping your chin. My heavy, cum-filled balls.
You’ld love that, huh?
“What about my dick fucking your face? How much would you like that? I bet a
lot. I bet you would do a lot just for me to do that for a cock-slut like you.
And what a cock-slut you are. Feel how hard you are. I bet you want to jack
yourself off so hard right now from sucking my dick, huh? Instead, you’re
holding my big, hairy balls. So full of cum. Cum you want so bad, so
desperately. That’s right. You know it’s true. And you love it.
“You love it. You love being a cock-slut. You love being a slut all over my
cock, huh? That’s right tell me how much of a cock-slut you are. Say it. Say
it. Say it around my dick. You’re a cock-slut. A slut for cock. You love cock.
“I’m about to cum because you are such a good little cock-slut. Such energy.
Such devotion towards my dick. So good. You want my cum so bad. Tell me how
much a cock-slut like you wants my cum. You want it all over you. Down your
throat. Filling your mouth. Covering your face.
“I can’t wait to cum all over that face of yours. In your hair. Over your
cheeks. A spurt over your eyes. Ah. So out of breath, already? Too bad. Keep
going. Keep going, and then you will get your reward you cock-slut. My cum. The
cum you want so bad.
“That’s it. That’s it. Keep going. Oh, yes. More. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Go as
deep as you can. Show me how much of a cock-slut you are. Look at those tears
of a cock-slut. Treasure those tears. It’s a sign that your mouth is stretching
beyond its limits. That your throat is struggling against my massive cock.
“You love that massive, thick, hot, juicy cock filling your mouth. Tell me how
much you love as you suck it and push it down your throat. But your throat
doesn’t want it, slut. My cock is too good for your tight throat. A cock-slut
without a cock down his throat, is a bad cock-slut, huh?
“It’s OK. Keep going. Even a cock-slut like you can make someone cum. Keep
going. Feel how hard you are. Feel how hard I am. Feel how hard I am in your
mouth. Filling it up. That’s it. Tell me. Tell me. Now. My cum. Tell me how
much you want my cum. That’s it. Oh. Oh yes. Ah. Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!”
First, Boruto felt the balls in his hand tighten and push inwards on their own.
Then, Naruto’s hot cum erupted inside Boruto’s mouth. It shot down his throat
just like his dad said. Then, the hands in his hair gripped his head and pushed
it back gently but firmly.
With his mouth finally off his dad’s dick, a trail of saliva still linked to
the bottom of his lip. With his eyes still on the tip of the cock that he just
finished sucking and licking, cum spurted on a side of his face just to the
left of his left eye and trailed down the side in a straight line. The next
spurt landed in his hair with a little on his forehead and nose.
Then another spurt of hot cum hit him right between the eyes with the majority
going inside his still open mouth. Semen started seeping out of the side of his
mouth like drool. Most of it remained pooled inside his mouth and dripping down
from the roof of his mouth and teeth. A burst hit him right in the right eye,
which, thankfully, reflexively closed.
Boruto noticed for the first time Naruto’s heavy pants. His stomach and chest
rose and fell in deep movements. The cock still in his hand began to deflate.
The balls started to relax. During the whole time, Boruto’s own cock was rigid,
painfully so. It managed to somehow get even more hard when his dad started to
cum all over him, just like he promised.
At first, the dirty talk took Boruto by surprise again. But then he started to
get more and more into it. He started to get harder. He definitely noticed his
dad becoming harder. So Boruto replied in kind with quicker pumps, deeper
sucks, faster bobs of his head. Then, his dad started calling him a slut for
cock and cum.
This really took him by surprise by just how degenerating the talk was. But
Boruto loved it. It only made him harder, and he worked harder to please his
dad because of it. Which worked. Boruto noted that his dad’s speech started to
change, words came out breathlessly. Every now and then, when Boruto did it
just right, his dad’s hands grabbed just a little bit harder to his head.
Then, as the dirty talk progressed, Boruto fully lost himself. He loved sucking
his dad’s cock. He loved holding his dad’s balls. He loved everything about it.
He loved having it filling his mouth. He loved the denial of his own pleasure.
He loved that his mouth and face and throat and hair were filled with his dad’s
hot cum.
At the same time, he realized he had a lot further to go, especially down his
dad’s dick. But if he could not please his dad by having it down his throat,
surely there could be other ways. At the least, Boruto would have to master
what he could do. With only a week to train, he would have to work hard.
But speaking of hard, Naruto from his reclined position and a large grin on his
face said, “You did real good, champ. Real good. Look up at me. Hah. Look at
you. Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
“Keep your mouth open, though. I want to remember this moment. Your first
blowjob. You really are growing up, ya know. I bet you’re hard as a steel beam,
neh? Well, let’s fix that. Now, you need to learn how to get pleasure for
yourself from giving pleasure. But that’s easy enough. One last lesson before
we hit the hay.”
Standing up, Naruto felt a rush of dizziness from sitting down and getting a
blowjob for a while. In all honesty, the blowjob was not so bad. It obviously
could have been a lot better, but when Boruto really got into, it started to
finally be something worthwhile. Naruto feared that he would just have to jack
himself off if he ever wanted to cum. Thank goodness he decided to retry
talking dirty. That really did the trick for them both.
From his new position, he looked straight down to see that his flaccid dick
practically touched his cum-covered son’s face. Boruto’s mouth still remained
open, filled with cum. Some of which had started to drip down the side of his
lips. A large amount collected on his chin.This really was a beautiful sight.
“My balls were underwater the whole time. They need a little attention, no? I
want you to take that slutty mouth of yours and swallow up my balls. Now,
they’re big and hairy, especially the left one, so you’re really gonna have to,
I don’t know, squish ‘em up to get ‘em inside there.
“You’re probably gonna have to do one nut at a time. But then, once they’re all
warm and snug in there, I want you to start jacking off. And I don’t mean a
casual one. I want you to fuck your little dick with your little hand, until
you are screaming around my balls, with my cum still all over you and dripping
down your chin.
“You know what? While you are down there, I want you to tell me. Tell me how
much of a cock-slut you are. How much you love my cum all over you and down
your mouth and throat. I want to hear it all. How badly you love it. How badly
you crave it. Got it, champ?”
Craning his neck up, Boruto looked up at Naruto standing above him. Still
kneeling in the sauna, Boruto felt imposed by the height difference. He did not
want to end on a bad note, and he really, really wanted to get off. He had
never felt this strong of urge before in his life.
In all honesty, Boruto wanted to back out because his mouth still felt sore
from being stretched out. At least he did not have to use his hands, Boruto
thought since his arms tired from holding his dad’s balls and constantly
pumping and twisting at a high rate per minute. But the soreness felt like a
good soreness. He managed to get his dad off even as a complete beginner.
Swallowing some of the thick cum in his throat and mouth, Boruto raised himself
a little bit out of the water to reach his dad’s balls. Still kneeling,
Boruto’s hand reached out to hold the balls. Then, his cum-filled mouth reached
up. Making sure to be as gentle as possible, he started to place the wet, hairy
balls in his mouth.
Following his dad’s advice, he started with the left one. It already filled up
so much of his mouth. Boruto pushed his mouth a little bit more up, and, with
the aid of his hand, he pushed the right nut in his mouth. Then, he had his
dad’s ballsack completely in his mouth with his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.
Meanwhile, Naruto’s flaccid dick rested against Boruto’s face. Boruto did
nothing to move it away. Resting his arm, Boruto used the hand that remained
underwater to start pumping his own dick. Touching it for the first time,
Boruto could not help but moan loudly with the balls in his mouth. Soon
thereafter, Boruto started to suck the balls for the first time, and his tongue
played with them as much as it could with the balls weighing his tongue down.
Reacting to the sensation and the context of the situation, Naruto’s flaccid
dick started to regain some blood flow. Although not rigid, its size increased
and grew hotter on Boruto’s cum-covered face. Looking down, Naruto saw his son
looking up at him with one blue eye. The other was still closed because of his
giant load that he blew all over his son’s face.
Seeing his son’s checks bulging with his balls, Naruto’s pride rose with his
dick. Now, it went from resting against one of Boruto’s check to lying on his
forehead and going to Boruto’s cum-drizzled, wet hair. Content, Naruto placed
his arms behind his head and pushed his hips a little out to get a better view.
He could tell through the steam of the sauna that Boruto had started to pump
himself in eagerness.
Hearing his dad clear his throat and raise an eyebrow, Boruto flushed in
embarrassment for forgetting an important part of this lesson. As best as he
could, Boruto started mumbling to the balls in his mouth. Additionally, he used
his tongue to bathe his dad’s balls in saliva. The hair and the folds tasted
different than his dad’s cock’s head. Far more musky.
With his dad’s now partially engorged cock resting on his forehead, Boruto got
more into the dirty talk. At the same time, he picked up the speed of his hand.
Feeling it tired from pleasuring his dad, Boruto started to thrust into it as
his father initially instructed. Boruto’s descriptions of himself and his
sluttiness likewise rose to the occasion.
Although his dad could obviously not here the words, Boruto could hear them in
his head. They reinforced just how much he enjoyed this training session along
with everything it involved. To that end, it was not long before he came
buckets into the sauna. His hips started to push out as fast as they could
through the resistance provided by the water.
He could not even stop them. His lust had completely taken over his body. What
was left of his mind was busy talking about how much he loved his dad’s cum all
over him. Suddenly, an orgasm tore through his body. Giant spurts of cum
erupted into the water. His whole body shuddered.
With the orgasm wracking his body, he accidentally pushed himself a little
higher from his kneeling position. As a result, his dad’s balls went further in
his mouth, and his nose almost touched his dad’s pubes. Naruto, of course,
witnessed his son’s massive orgasm. In fact, he was very impressed. Even
Boruto’s lone blue eye fluttered and started to roll up.
Regaining a sense of consciousness, Boruto started to control his breath.
Likewise, he started to relax his body but did not take his dad’s balls from
his mouth. Staring up, Boruto looked for instructions but only saw his dad’s
content and pleased face.
“You did really good, champ,” Naruto said with a pat on Boruto’s head. “You can
stop sucking my balls now.”
Removing the balls, Boruto relaxed more into the sauna with his bum resting
against his ankles. In the meantime, Naruto sat back down into the sauna.
Placing his forearms on his knees, Naruto leaned forward close to Boruto.
“Very good. Very good. You did very good. You learned a lot, no?” Naruto asked
inquisitively.
“Hai,” Boruto said breathlessly.
“And just think you still have so much more to learn, neh?”
“Hai.”
“Now, obviously, the sensations you felt and gave throughout this training
session alone were intense. As a Shinobi, you cannot let them overcome you. The
three greatest weakness are sex, intoxicants, and money. You are experiencing
the first one for the first time. Understand?”
“Hai.”
“Cool. Swallow the rest of my cum. Good. Now let me wash the rest off. All
done. That felt good?”
“Hai.”
“You liked it? Like the whole thing?”
“Hai, very much.”
“Ah, awesome. I did too. We will be working on this every night, OK?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Boruto panted harshly in the middle of the open, snowy field. Sweat beaded on
his face, as his hands rested on his standing knees. With his sleeve, Boruto
wiped some forehead sweat away. A water container appeared in front of his
eyes. Instinctively grabbing it, Boruto started to drink deeply looking up at
his dad who did not appear fatigued in the least.
“You’re doing great, champ,” Naruto smiled in reassurance.
Boruto could only nod his head in acknowledgement. First, his dad woke him up
way too early in the morning. Of course, it felt strange interacting with his
father after what happened last night in the sauna. But since his dad acting
like his normal foolish self, Boruto decided to act like nothing special
happened.
Just another training session simulating a mission. Personally, Boruto liked
that. He did not want to lose his dad for someone else. It would just be weird.
After all, the whole purpose of his dad training him in the sexual arts was so
that someone Boruto could trust with his whole being would be in charge.
Then, they meet up with Hinata and Himawari for a hearty breakfast. While he
would be training with his dad, Himawari would be doing some lighter training
with his mom. Hinata talked about doing some shopping afterwards. After
breakfast, Naruto and Boruto headed out to the nearby reserved, and more
importantly, private training field.
Since then, Naruto and Boruto went through a series of stretches, then warm-
ups, and finally started in the real stuff. Naturally, Naruto planned to make
it all up as he went, but his personal trainer devised a workout-slash-training
schedule to follow. Personally, he wanted to just throw it away, but if he did
not respect his bureaucracy, then who would?
Naruto pulled the worksheet out again. He kept forgetting what to do next. With
a shrug, he read out the name, set, and reps involved. After handing the sheet
to Boruto to re-read in case he missed something, Naruto performed some of the
exercise to demonstrate. Then, Boruto imitated Naruto. And so the day went
intermixed with breaks, spars, and general discussions.
The discussions all followed the same basic pattern. Naruto would either start
preaching or reminiscing. With Naruto’s wind-bag tendencies, Boruto would be
divulged in new information and begin asking twenty-or-so questions. Naruto
would answer them all truthfully but just as long-winded and question-prone as
before. His dad never was known for his succinctness.
Naruto and Boruto had a private lunch that Naruto brought with them. And the
day continued. Soon the sun started to set. As the wind started to pick up in
snow flurries, Naruto decided to wind-down the exercise, begin a cooldown, and
start to pack-up. With a moving speech, at least in Naruto’s opinion, on the
importance of hard work, dedication, and perseverance, they walked back to
hotel.
Meeting up with Hinata and Himawari, the Uzumaki family proceeded to tour the
resort village. After watching the sun drop past the snow-topped mountains, the
Uzumaki family returned to their hotel, freshened up, and went back out for a
nice family dinner. During the dinner, Naruto leaned in once and whispered to
Boruto while pointing out all the young male employees, “Imagine pulling one of
them to the side and sucking their dicks.”
Boruto, taken back by the sheer audacity of the statement, blushed madly before
covering it up with a laugh. But then he started to look around the restaurant.
Boruto could not stop the mental images. The image of him on his knees, sucking
dick. The feeling of his hands and mouth filled with a sixteen-year old’s hot
dick and balls.
The sensation of his tongue swiping and sliding down it. The slight pressure of
hands in his hair. Boruto could not stop himself from getting turned on, and
his small dick started to harden under the table. Feeling embarrassed at his
lack of control, Boruto looked back to the table to stop his wandering eyes.
“Are you and dad doing anything else tonight?” Himawari asked.
“Yep.” Naruto answered for him, “I’ve got a small surprise for Boruto back at
the hotel that I’ve been preparing.”
Completely taken by surprise, Boruto’s head shot up in curiosity. Hinata said,
“Make sure not to push him too hard. You two have had a busy day.”
“Bah, don’t worry. It’s just something to keep him busy with and train at the
same time. It’ll just take a second to explain. Then I’ll come over and have
that tea party we’ve been talking about, neh, Hima?” Naruto said.
“Awesome!” Himawari cheered.
Naruto beamed. Boruto felt a small drop of sweat at what the surprise could
possibly be. His imagination ran wild. Of course it would be about the sexual
arts. But what? Boruto frowned in thought. Didn’t his dad tell him yesterday
that they would be continuing, so what is the point of phrasing it as a
surprise. Losing interest almost immediately, Boruto joined into the new
conversation that Himawari started.
As the dinner finished up, Boruto could not help but notice some of the young
male employees steal glances at him. Is something up? Or is he just starting to
notice things like that now? His dad always lamented about his own ignorance of
other’s feeling towards him, especially at his own mother. But seriously? How
did he misread ‘I love you’ that bad with the battle against Nagato? Like
really?
Setting aside such thoughts, the family ate dessert, his dad paid the bill, and
they all went to the hotel. Once in the room with just his dad, Boruto asked,
“What’s the surprise?”
“Oh yeah, du-uh,” Naruto started off lamely and then smirked devilishly. “It’s
all self-explanatory really. I’ve arranged for you to be escorted to a special
club. Of course you’ll need some privacy, but that’s bread-and-butter for
ninja. Just Transform into profile M-B-12 and meet up at the hotel lobby. One
of the girls will give you written instructions. From there, just have fun!”
Finding the escort was easy enough Boruto thought. The young, uniformed man
showed the younger, discreetly dressed brunette Boruto through the snowy
streets of the resort town. After fetching a few friends along the way, the
pack of young men continued through the streets jabbering in excited tones
about the awesome night ahead for them all. Boruto thought he recognized at
least one of them from the restaurant.
The whole walk Boruto felt unnerved by the more or less 16-year-olds’ tones.
Naturally, his dad’s explanation of the surprise left much to be desired. All-
in-all the surprise still remained a surprise and the lack of information made
Boruto nervous and anxious. He supposed that could be a training session in-
and-of-itself.
Crossing a creek that separated part of the town, the lanterns changed from
lime green to scarlet red. The tone of the boys raised in giddiness. At the
door to a particular wooden building, the hotel escort gave a code-phrase to
the girl at the front. Ushered into a side of the building from the adjoining
alleyway, two girls escorted the boys into a changing room like at a sauna.
One of the girls asked Transformed Boruto to follow her to a separate room to
the rambunctious cheers of the other boys. Boruto could no longer ignore the
obvious. His dad set him up to lose his virginity with one of the brothel
workers. He was a virgin, not oblivious. He could not stop the trembling from
nervousness.
Opening up a door, Boruto’s anxiousness took a backseat for a moment. In one-
word, Boruto thought, ‘cramped’. The room was small. It had a multitude of
comfortable pillows on the wooden-lacquered floor, a hook on the wooden wall
with a small white towel, and a small wicker basket to the side. While Boruto
would describe the room one-of-a-kind in his short experience, the most
interesting facet had to be the hole on the side nearest the hanging towel.
“Young master,” the girl said in her small voice, “please undress if you wish
and make yourself comfortable. They will be along soon.”
Boruto could not take it any longer, “What’s going on?”
The girl only chuckled into her hand that covered her mouth, “Patience, young
master.”
“Tell me,” Boruto pleaded, more than insisted.
“Please, young master, enter the room. And do not worry. You will be alone, so
feel free to, hmmm, unwind, yes? To be yourself, so the speak,” the girl
continued.
Boruto’s initial frustration from the girl’s continued avoidance of his basic
question dissipated. With the suggestive tone at the obvious euphemism, Boruto
received the message loud-and-clear. Apparently, this dad talked with this girl
or this girl’s boss, so at least someone knew what was going on. But that still
left so many unanswered questions.
Entering the room and having the door closed behind him, Boruto stared at the
sole light fixture at the ceiling. Maybe it would give him some answers.
Looking around, Boruto discovered some more little features. Small bottles of
different shapes and sizes covered the other side of the room in a bookshelf.
Going to them, Boruto could read that they were essential oils, lubricants and
other similar products. Like everything else since dinner, this ‘surprise’
created more questions. He needed help, but he could not just go running out of
the room yelling for it. Boruto realized once more the implications for
missions.
Tired of his focus being diverted to maintaining the Transformation, Boruto let
it break in a silent puff of chakra smoke. Relieved, Boruto tested one of the
pillows and found it extraordinarily comfortable. The towel soft; the oils
fragrant. After getting more comfortable with his surroundings, Boruto decided
to finally follow the girl’s advice and undress.
First, he put his winter boots near the door. Removing his winter clothing and
hanging it up on the other hooks, Boruto, still not sure, hesitated to unbuckle
his oversized leather belt. Shrugging, he let it go, unbuttoned and unzipped
his black pants. Pooling at his ankles, he bent over to pull the pants from his
feet.
Suddenly, an unidentified object appeared in Boruto’s peripheral vision.
Looking up from his bent over position, Boruto saw someone’s dick and balls
sticking through the hole in the wall. With his pants still down, Boruto
started at the erect cock and hanging balls as a series of realizations rushed
through his head in a flash.
Boruto hurried out of his pants. Setting up and kneeling on a mess of plush
pillows, Boruto pulled his pink V-neck off. With the dick nearly touching his
face, Boruto felt his own cock starting to press against the fabric of his lime
green boxers with small pineapple patterns. Swallowing a little pit of the spit
in his mouth, Boruto reached out, and for the second time in his life, he held
another man’s engorged cock in his youthful hands.
Still nervous, Boruto went through all of his dad’s advice, seeking to apply it
now in practice. He would show him what a great student he was! Boruto
strengthened his tentative grip. He heard a muffled intake of one’s breath on
the other side. Continuing, Boruto used his other hand to coddle the hanging
balls. Unlike his dad, his hand wrapped around the whole dick with the fingers
touching, and his other hand completely held the slightly hairy balls.
For the first time though, Boruto noticed that the pubes might be a problem. In
the sauna, the water weighed everything down to the base. Without such, the
pubes obstructed the majority of the base of the cock and made Boruto feel
slightly uneasy. Then again, everything that did not exactly mirror his
training session with his dad bothered him. But lightning never strikes the
same location twice.
Not allowing his self to be deterred, Boruto examined the dick more. Going down
the side with his nose, Boruto smelled the musty scent, stronger the nearer his
nose approached the pubes. Feeling slightly daring, Boruto pushed his whole
face down to the base. He did not want to disappoint his dad by being a coward.
With a massive inhale, the smell caused Boruto’s small dick to push even more
against the boxers. Pulling back to look at all of the cock at once, Boruto’s
hand pushed down it once slowly. Then again. Then again but a little faster,
until he felt comfortable with the dick pulsing against his hand.
Reaching a natural and risk-free rhythm, Boruto began weighing the balls. He
could not help but notice the dryness of it all. Looking back, Boruto
regretfully saw the bottle of lubricant on the other side. Boruto decided to
not let go but make the best of the situation. Maybe he would get another
chance to start over with someone new.
Like with his dad, Boruto kissed the tip of the dick. Eliciting a muffled sound
from the other side, Boruto, for the first time, felt adventurous and
experimental. With his dad, Boruto just followed the instructions by the letter
because he had no notion of what he was doing.
To that end, Boruto started to kiss up and down the erect cock. He kissed the
tip again. He kissed down the top. Up the bottom. Even at the base. Really
starting to feel comfortable and uninhibited by the privacy of the situation,
Boruto used his dormant pumping hand to push the dick up slightly. With the
newfound access and dropping his cradling hand, Boruto started to fervently
kiss the balls that would eventually reward him with their salty goodnes.
Boruto continued to kiss until his kisses turned into sucks. As the sounds grew
on the other side, Boruto felt more emboldened and gave away all sense of
teasing. He went full-on to sucking the balls. With slurping and gurgling
sounds, Boruto, despite the odd angle of attack, bobbed his head up and down
trying to get the balls as deep in his mouth as possible.
At the same, his tongue swatted, bathed, poked, tickled and slathered the balls
in his mouth. Boruto felt the tightness in his boxers reach maximum height.
Soon, he started to moan desperately into the balls as his own balls yearned.
Boruto spread his knees further apart to try to relieve the pressure.
Instead, the fabric of the boxers increased in pressure. Likewise, the boxers
started to ride up in the sides and back constricting his dick even further.
Opening his eyes to the feeling of friction against his sensitive dick’s tip,
Boruto stared up at the erect cock hovering just above his face.
His eyes clouded in lust. Losing himself, his mouth loosened and saliva
dribbled down the side of his mouth. His knees started to spread even further
before coming back in. Then, they would spread again. And come back together
with the pillows sliding across the wooden floor. With the friction provided by
his boxers, a wetness that Boruto did not see started to well up.
The lime green fabric moistened but continued to provide the friction, albeit
less harshly. With his mouth loose around the balls, the lewd sounds of his
mouth sucking, slurping, and swallowing the anonymous balls filled the small
room. Meanwhile, the moaning and loud breaths on the other side came through
although still muffled. The noises, reminiscent of his time with his dad,
caused Boruto to leak even more pre-cum.
Speeding up the bobbing of his head and the spreading-and-closing of his legs,
Boruto’s nose and overall face continuously pressed against the dick that he
still held with both hands. Seeking to test his limits, Boruto pushed upwards
as far as he could even lifting himself a little from the cushions. Holding the
position, Boruto let the filling of his mouth filled with another man’s balls
consume him.
He let the cock dominate his vision and his mind. He let the scent overpower
his nose and body. He stopped pleasuring himself with his legs. He was a cock-
slut. He knew it, and he conceded it. He did not need his dad to tell it to
him. He knew it. And he loved it.
With the epiphany, Boruto moaned with his whole body into the random dude’s
balls that hung out of a random wall in a random building in a random village.
He lost himself in the overwhelming sensation that rushed throughout his being.
It felt so wrong. But more importantly, it felt so good.
As he continued to stare at the thick cock above him, Boruto lusted more and
more for it rather than the slightly hairy balls tickling the back of his
throat. Boruto’s nostrils flared with a deep inhale from the cock just a
centimeter away. Boruto’s mouth then pulled away in a sloppy mess only to
attack the head of the dick with his hands automatically reaching to pump the
shaft and cradle the balls.
Using the saliva that naturally built up, Boruto swallowed harshly against the
head. Unlike his father’s, this dick did not stretch his mouth or lips. Instead
as Boruto started to experiment, the dick slid with ease down his tongue. The
curled tongue reached out further and went out of his mouth with more saliva
going down the sides.
Boruto tasted the salty pre-cum in delight. Continuing down, Boruto’s nose soon
stopped at the base of the dick without any of the trouble he had last night.
Neither happy nor disappointed, Boruto continued gliding up and down the dick
with his tongue and mouth. Meanwhile, his hand pumped up and down the now
saliva-drenched cock, while his other hand weighed the wet balls.
Achieving a natural rhythm, Boruto relaxed more into his lust. He did not need
to be as eager to receive the same satisfaction of having another man filling
his mouth and hands. This provided Boruto with the ability to focus more
attention on spreading and closing his legs. With the added pleasure of the
friction, Boruto started to make the already sloppy blowjob messier.
Boruto moaned into the cock as he reached the base. The pubes tickled his nose
and cheeks. Like the balls, Boruto rested up against the wall of the room with
the dick pushing against his gag reflex. Persevering, Boruto sucked loudly and
lewdly without care. He stretched his lips forward to encase as much of the
dick as possible.
Maintaining that position, Boruto began to pleasure himself harder and faster.
Pumping his knees, his legs slid the pillows back and forth across the wood
floor. His erect dick pushed as hard as it could against the fabric of the
boxers. The roughness against the sensitivity of his own cock head caused
Boruto to moan even louder into the cock. At the same time, he washed to
anonymous cock with his tongue.
Losing himself in his own pleasure, Boruto jerked the bottom half of his body.
His knees, legs, and hips all contracted and retracted to provide more of that
delirious friction. With the added feeling of his mouth filled with another man
and wet, hairy balls against his chin, and his nose tickled by pubes, Boruto
lost himself in the scents, sounds, and feelings of the moment. The fabric,
wetted by pre-cum, quickly became drenched.
The tented boxers took on a white and web-like appearance where Boruto’s dick
pressed into them. Boruto picked up the pace even more. In the unsustainable
situation, Boruto struggled harder and harder, refusing to use his hands that
rested against the wooden wall for support. The moans around the cock picked
up.
If Boruto paid attention, he would have noticed the muffled sounds of the other
man picking up as well. Absolutely lost in his own pleasure, the sudden burst
of cum streamed into his mouth and down his throat. The hot and salty liquid
broke Boruto’s trance. Then another burst. And another. And another stream of
cum shot into him.
His half-lidded eyes fluttered. His nostrils flared against the cock. The added
sensation combined with the next few grinds against his boxers caused Boruto’s
own dick to explode in climax. Cum filled the fabric. Some leached through. A
lot covered the head of Boruto’s own dick. Even more spread across the inside
of the fabric as Boruto’s uncontrolled hips caused the fabric to slide up and
down, side-to-side picking up the continuously releasing cum.
Boruto’s throat swallowed rapidly to consume the sticky substance. The cum-
covered boxers rested against his thighs, the inside of his legs, and his
deflating dick. His nostrils continued to take deep breaths against the base of
the other man’s cock. Boruto could feel the blood returning to his own head and
the blood of the cock in his mouth returning back to its owner.
His mind hazy from the orgasm that rocked his world, he rested all of his
weight against his hands that remained at the wall for support. Boruto never
removed his mouth, and the dick slowly glided out of Boruto’s wide-open mouth.
The after-cum slid with the tip of the cock granting Boruto better access to
the salty taste. A little touched his outstretched lips but none touched his
face.
Boruto resigned himself to the cock leaving his mouth. Seeing it disappear
behind the wooden wall, Boruto finally reclined against the plush pillows. He
performed some slight stretches feeling the blood in him begin to flow
normally. Taking deep, controlled breaths, he naturally regained his senses.
What a wonderful surprise his dad prepared for him!
Boruto felt the heat of his own semen dissipate and turn cool. The stickiness
that glued his skin and boxers started to irritate him. Oddly enough, he did
not want to take his boxers off due to a fear of nakedness in a public space.
He recognized that although he remained alone in the small room, no lock
existed on the door.
The idea of someone entering the room with his naked, unTransformed self
disturbed him. The idea of someone doing the same thing while he was in full
cock-slut mode with a dick down his throat did not so much disturb him as it
turned him more on. The perceived wrongness of the act and the potential of
getting caught, no matter how small, really turned him on.
Getting horny and feeling constricted by the boxers, Boruto removed them and
threw them at the far corner away from his other clothes. Grabbing the towel on
the hook, Boruto wiped his face and semen-wet groin area. He would have to go
back commando and just throw them away. Or maybe keep them as a memento.
He rested a bit with his naked bum on the plush pillows. Curiosity compelled
Boruto up to check out the oils again. After testing a few scents, he reached
for the lubricant he wanted earlier. Placing a coin-sized amount in his hand,
he felt the extraordinarily slippery-ness of it. With a shrug, Boruto rubbed it
to his own half-hard dick.
For starters, the sensation felt different. It did not feel like his normal
jack-off sessions with just a hand and a dick. He did not recognize the
sensation at all. As if he was not rubbing his own dick but something else
entirely. He still could not determine if the lubricant made anything better.
Although special, it did not feel special. For those reasons Boruto stopped and
wiped his dick and hand. He wished he had a faucet or a bowl of water to really
wash his self. Maybe he should get dressed, Transform, and leave? Was there
going to be another dick for him? He had no idea. Once again, he really wished
his dad or someone would have provided a note with instructions. What was
standard operating procedure? What was this even called?
Hearing a ruffling yet muffled sound from the other side of the hole in the
wall, Boruto paused in his thoughts. Rather quickly, an erect dick appeared
through the hole. Blinking a few times at the sight of another dude’s cock,
Boruto took in the differences. Around the same shape and girth as the last one
with a slight up bent at the tip. Still nothing like his dad’s massive dick but
plenty to practice with.
Instantly forgetting his previous preoccupations, Boruto kneeled before the
cock and attacked it straight away. Boruto placed his hands in the default
position and started sucking the dick instantly. His head started bobbing and,
quicker than last time, went to the base. Trying a new style, his mouth slid
from the very tip to the very base.
Unlike the previous cock owner who muffled his own sounds, this one loudly
moaned without inhibition. When Boruto stayed with his nose to the pubes and
hands on the walls with the dick touching the back of his throat for the third
time, he heard a voice from the other side say, “Keep your pretty little head
right there.”
Boruto obeyed. He opened his eyes looking up at the wooden wall seeking further
instructions. Instead, the dick in his mouth started to pull out. Once nearly
out the voice commanded, “Keep that mouth nice and open, real wide.”
Stretching his mouth as wide as he could, Boruto maintained his position
waiting for more. He could not identify the voice, but it sounded familiar. The
natural buffering by the wall made it too hard to identify. Boruto further
noted that, like his father in the sauna, the tones of voices people used
during these moments shifted drastically.
Suddenly and without warning, the cock slammed into the back of his throat. Not
expecting anything of the sort, Boruto’s eyes watered slightly as he coughed a
few times in agitation. Despite that, Boruto did not waver. He kept his mouth
wide-open and realigned his hands against the wall for better support.
The dick in his mouth pulled out to his lips. Looking down, Boruto could see
the bottom of the head of the cock briefly before it rushed back into his
mouth. Once again, it hit the back of his throat. And once again, Boruto
coughed although less this time. And so it continued with the dick ruthlessly
sliding in and out of his mouth and slamming into his throat.
Boruto merely looked down at his lips in submission. The cock fucking his mouth
turned him on. Seeing it go in to fill his mouth with its meaty girth caused
Boruto’s half-hard cock to grow. Seeing it come out with a sheen from his
saliva made his own dick grow more. Naked, Boruto spread his knees against the
wall without thought.
He kept his mouth open for the cock to fuck it as the cock willed. He leaned as
much as he could into the wall to make sure the entire dick entered his mouth.
The hole barred the balls from fully returning to the other side and instead
pushed them slightly upwards. From there, they rested warmly against Boruto’s
chin that dribbled saliva from Boruto’s lack of swallowing to make sure that
the cockhead did not abuse the back of his throat more than necessary.
The cock pulled out, the balls rested against his chin, the cock pushed in, the
balls slapped his chin, the cock came out, saliva spilled, and so it repeated.
The sensations of being used like this thrilled Boruto. The idea of being an
object for a cock to use at its pleasure sent currents through his body.
All he had to do was obey and the cock would do the rest. He enjoyed it. The
sensation of widening his legs. His hands against the wall. His jaw wide-open.
The saliva on his chin. The hot cock going in and out of his mouth. His tongue
flattened at the base. The lips shaped outwards. The throat wide-open. Boruto
felt blessed.
The pace of the cock fucking his mouth escalated. The cock’s owner’s pants,
moans, sighs, and grunts gathered tempo and volume. Without friction, Boruto’s
cock grew impatient and desperate. His hips pushed outwards only to feel air.
Rearranging, Boruto brought his body closer to the wall by widening his legs
even further and pushing his butt closer to the wall.
From there, Boruto started to slide his own cock up and down the wall. The
glossy veneer provided practically no friction, but it offered more than air.
As a result, Boruto wildly and passionately began humping the wall to rub his
dick against the surface area. Meanwhile, the cock in his mouth became erratic
in its pumping.
The voice shouted, “Yes. Oh, fucking yes. Yes. Oh gods. Oh gods, yes. Fuck.
Fuck. Yeah. Ah. Yeah. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. YES! FUCK!”
With the upbeat in the voice, the cock rapidly pushed in and out of Boruto’s
mouth, still tapping the back of his throat every time. Sometimes the dick
would barely move from the back of the throat. Other times it would completely
remove itself from Boruto’s mouth. But it always hit the back.
Boruto’s outstretched lips effectively kissed the wall around the hole. Boruto
sensed the balls on his chin push upwards towards his bottom lip. The dick shot
thick streams of cum straight down Boruto’s throat with no taste. The viscosity
pushed some of the cum back up, as only so much could go down at one time.
Choking from the pileup of cum and dick in the back of his throat, Boruto
swallowed as much as he could and as fast as he could. Boruto’s throat opening
and closing in rapid succession pressed against the tip of the cock. The
sensation against the already sensitive tip and the balls pressed further
upwards and more cum soon deluged his flooded throat. Of course, Boruto then
renewed the vigor of the cycle by swallowing more, desperately trying to get it
all down to his stomach.
During the whole process, Boruto mindlessly humped the wall with all that he
had. The lack of air from the suffocating semen made Boruto delirious. In the
oxygen-deprived state, Boruto’s dick finally released its second load within a
short time frame.
Unheard by Boruto, the dick’s owner rested his forehead against the wooden wall
and breathed harshly. His dick still filled Boruto’s mouth and rested against
the throat that had yet to cease its convulsing tightness against the tip. The
sensitivity had fried his nerves. With the added tightness provided by Boruto’s
own orgasm, he shouted out in an exhausted voice, “Ahhh!”
Ignorant, Boruto rested his own forehead against the wall and began relaxing
his own body. Tentatively, the spent cock left Boruto’s warm and wet mouth,
dragging itself across Boruto’s rough tongue. After-cum once again traced the
length allowing Boruto to savor the flavor as he unconsciously swallowed it.
Soon, the cock left. Boruto remained in the same position except to rest his
jaw. Basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, Boruto started to regain his senses
for the second time. Closing his eyes, Boruto measured his breaths.
Before he knew it, the now-recognizable feeling of a cock’s head pushed roughly
against his closed lips and teeth. Without much thought, Boruto opened his
mouth to let it in.
The owner of the new cock said, “Tch. What a slut. Sucking off two dicks and
immediately going for another one.”
Boruto half-opened his eyes in response. The dick pushed further in until
resting easily. Not knowing what to do next, Boruto did what felt natural and
started to suck the dick. He then followed up by bobbing his head up and down
the whole length.
“Ah. What a good whore,” the guy continued. “A natural.”
Boruto liked his dad’s dirty talk better. He was a cock-slut, not a whore. In
all reality, Boruto had no notion of the difference at all. It was more the
tone of voice that came off way too cocky and unappealing. Like a mission,
Boruto would not let an obnoxious client affect the quality of his work.
“Stop. Get off my dick.”
Boruto, bothered by the order, followed it nonetheless.
“We’re going too fast, no? I want to enjoy this. Use your hand. Grab my dick.
Play with it.”
Disappointed because he wanted to practice sucking dick more, Boruto obeyed.
Grabbing the wet dick, Boruto started to pump it. With his eyes fully awake
now, Boruto looked at the normal cock. Using his other hand to weigh the balls,
Boruto went to lick it.
His rough tongue played with the dick like a cat. With the saliva as a
lubricant, Boruto decided to experiment in different styles of holding the
dick. He imitated his father last night by twisting the tip and using more of
his wrist.
“That’s it.”
Boruto, for the most part, ignored the comment and continued. Switching up his
hands, Boruto chuckled softly to himself randomly. For some reason the idea of
jacking off an anonymous dick while studying it felt wonderfully detached and
objective.
“Lick the bottom-side. Ah, yeah. Now I want to try something new I was told.
Grab my dick and hold it up. Good. Now slap it against that slutty face of
yours.”
Unsure, Boruto looked at the wall for more advice. Looking at the cock in his
hand, Boruto lifted it up from the top. Unsatisfied with the angle, Boruto slid
his hand all the way down to the base and lifted the cock from there.
Rearranging himself, Boruto kneeled closer to the ground before looking up at
the cock looming over him.
Nervous, Boruto prematurely closed his eyes before bringing the dick down on
his face. With no acceleration or speed, the dick lamely fell to his face and
rested there. Not feeling how this was sexy at all, Boruto scrunched up his
face at let it rest.
“Again, but harder. Come on. Slap that dick across your face. Like the way you
want it.”
Still having no idea of what was wanted, Boruto brought the dick back up from
the base. Not trusting gravity to do all the work, Boruto changed his wrist’s
hold on the cock before bringing it down. With a little speed, the dick slapped
to the side of his nose over his right eye and lip.
“That’s more like it.”
Mentally shrugging, Boruto repeated the gesture getting harder and harder with
the cock. Slap. Thwunk. Slap. Thwunk. The slaps soon reverberated throughout
the room. Boruto started to like the meatiness of the dick, which he loved so
much in its natural state, crashing down on his face. The sensation, for the
first time with the third, started to cause a reaction with his own dick.
The hot dick from tip to shaft that hit his face thrilled Boruto. The dominance
of it was made even more dominant by the fact that Boruto performed the act on
himself. And he liked it. He made sure to have the dick hit all angles and
sides of his slutty face. He had his eyes opened. He had them closed.
Slapping it across his lips, he liked the denial of the cock. The owner did not
want him to suck it despite how much his sluttiness wanted to. Deciding to
stretch the rules, Boruto opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Then, he
started to slap the thick cock against it with a louder echo in the room.
After which, he would slap his own face with a dick partially covered in his
own saliva. He continued switching it and enjoying it. The sound of the wet,
meaty slaps travelled straight to his dick, which became fully erect. Boruto
heard a distinct laugh on the other side.
“Enough playing for now, kitten. Suck my balls,” the voice ordered.
Boruto, ambivalent to switching tasks, used the same position to insert the
balls into his mouth. He noted they were hairier than the last two. Maybe, this
guy was older than the previous two? Amused by his own conjectures of one’s age
by the amount of hair on their balls, Boruto exhaled softly against them.
“Now let’s get to sucking.”
Boruto switched once more. Finally, he got to do some practice, although
secretly he was pleased by the new discoveries. He would definitely go about
slapping his dad’s big, thick dick all over his slutty face. The thoughts of
which fully aroused Boruto’s horniness, which he transferred to his task of
getting the slightly larger dick further down his mouth.
This one went just beyond annoying the back of his throat to going just beyond
with the tip. Relaxing his used muscles, his throat did not provide nearly as
much resistance as it did to his dad’s which really battered down those walls.
Dissatisfied that the cock did not naturally stretch his mouth, Boruto
nevertheless continued his sucking and swallowing.
“Now blow me with all you have. Jack me off at the same time.”
Tightening his lips against the base of the cock, Boruto focused on his
internal ministrations. Bobbing his head, he received enough room for his hand.
He quickly discovered that the cock would not go all the way in his mouth if
his hand rested at the base. Following the instructions, nonetheless, Boruto
used his saliva to pump the cock in synchronization with his mouth.
Not receiving new instructions like this person clearly liked, Boruto
continued. Boruto felt somewhat disappointed. An original, vanilla blowjob with
a handjob at the same time. How lame. Boruto laughed into the cock at the
thought of already getting bored about giving blowjobs to others. Maybe it was
the complete anonymity and treating the whole situation as objects.
Picking up the pace to challenge himself, Boruto slided down the cock more than
bobbed. At the tip, he made sure to suck real nice, hard, and loud. Near the
bottom, he would push his hand against the wall and hole to go all the way
down. With the cock fully inside his mouth and pushing his throat, he would
breathe deeply.
Repeating this, Boruto turned into a machine with slight accelerations. Seeking
to add something to it, he started to use his tongue to play with the underside
of the dick. He traced the veins. He tickled them. At the base, he would stick
his tongue out and flick the balls still in his hands.
With obvious shortness of breath, the guy announced, “I’m about to. Ugh. Off.
Get off my dick. No, just your mouth. Ugh. Hurry! Get your face ready. Jack me.
Jack me hard. Yes. Yes! Yes, ah! Ah!”
His trance disrupted, Boruto hastened to comply. Looking at the wall for more
instructions, Boruto pumped the cock as fast as he could. All of a sudden the
guy who wanted to take it nice and slow wanted him to go into overdrive. Geez.
Make up your mind.
Boruto supposed that he would not end up liking all dicks the same. Cum
exploded all over his face, covering his nose, cheeks, lips, . Thankfully, his
eyes automatically closed. Rude, interrupting his thoughts like that. As he had
that thought, more cum spurted on his forehead. Really? Again?
Of course, another shot of cum landed right over one of his eyes. The first cum
started to obey gravity despite its thickness and dragged down his face. With
only eye, Boruto stared down the cock that made a giant mess over him. Opening
his mouth and sticking out his tongue, Boruto caught and tasted some of the
cum. Salty like all the rest.
“You liked my gift, huh? Oh yeah, no talking from you. How about this, now,
just slap my dick against your face again as a yes.”
Unable to really say no in this situation, Boruto did so. The slap sounded with
extra wetness from his own saliva and the other’s semen covering his face.
“Humph, thought so. I’ll tell the rest of the boys. You’ll love having their
loads all over you.”
‘Rest of them? I’ve already done three,’ Boruto thought wildly. ‘How many more
did my dad get?’
Boruto had lost count and track of time. His eyes fluttered, barely open. An
anonymous cock repeatedly thrust into his wide-open mouth and down his throat.
Uncaring, Boruto’s spent throat muscles let the thick cock pummel his throat.
His outstretched lips kissed the wall.
Cum drenched his whole chin and around his lips. It dripped down his chin and
on to his chest like thick, white raindrops. They littered it. His own cum
dominated the lower part of his abdomen and the wall. His spent and flaccid
cock rested between his spread knees.
Cum also covered his thick, blond hair in ropes of white. His forehead and the
wall that it currently rested in had the sheen of cum. His nose, part of his
left eye, all of his right away, his whiskers, and puffy checks all had cum
spattered and streaming.
His mouth bubbled cum out of the sides to repaint his chin and eventually
chest, abdomen, thighs, cock, and knees. And the dick kept thrusting in his
mouth spilling out someone else’s cum. His throat had yet to cease swallowing
to get all of the sticky substance down.
In this condition, Naruto walked into the cramped room. The smell of sex
assaulted his senses. Naruto stared to the side to his cum-covered son getting
ruthlessly skull-fucked through a cum-dirty glory hole. He felt his dick stir
in his pants.
He had come over when his son failed to arrive by 9:00 p.m. when he put
Himawari to sleep with a nice story. Directed by the nice brothel mother,
Naruto opened the door to locate his son. He body blocked the mistress from
seeing his son in the vulnerable position and dismissed her.
Walking in and closing the door behind him, Naruto took stock of the room.
Honestly, he had no idea what to do. Should he soothe his son? Talk dirty?
Encourage? Discourage? He could just as easily grab his son by the back of the
head and use it to fuck the cock through the glory hole, as he could take over
and get fucked in the mouth in his son’s place.
After a previous conversation with his wife, Naruto promised to place himself
in son’s shoes more often. To sympathize like he did as a kid. Of course, he
always found it beyond awkward thinking they were polar opposites. Seeing his
cock-slut of a son servicing a glory hole by getting skull-fucked changed his
opinion. Maybe he was more like him after all.
But what he would want in this situation? Looking back on the times he serviced
a glory hole, Naruto imagined that Boruto wanted to have his face fucked by a
person he could trust. Feel more attached. That was Naruto’s usual feelings
when he finished. But first he needed to test his son’s limits.
Approaching his son silently, he whispered softly, “I’m here now. Don’t worry.
Keep going. I’ll help you.”
Boruto’s eyes rose in surprise and made eye contact with his dad to the side.
The cum that slightly covered the left of his eye made it hard. Undisturbed,
the cock continued to thrust into Boruto’s mouth. Naruto winked and gave a
thumb up.
Boruto smiled around the cock in his mouth. With one hand, Naruto put his arm
around Boruto and massaged his naked back in encouragement. With the other
hand, he put it against the back of Boruto’s head.
With a reassuring smile, Naruto whispered, “Show me what you’ve learned,
champ.”
Boruto smiled back even wider stretching the cum and causing more to fall on
him. Naruto sprayed the back of his fingers out to gently grab his son’s skull.
From there, he pulled it back in opposite synchronization with the cock only to
push it back to the wall. A loud moan echoed from the other side.
Chuckling softly, Naruto continued to use his son’s head to fuck an anonymous
dick. Well, not too anonymous to Naruto who picked up the line-up. Working kids
across the village from the hotel staff to the restaurant staff and more. Clean
16 year-olds not afraid to get their dick wet. Some of them were probably
virgins. Tch, civilian-life must be so boring. But important Naruto reminded
himself.
Naruto noted that Boruto did not struggle with the relatively long, yet thin
cock. He could see it outlining his son’s throat. No coughing, no resistance at
all. Impressed, Naruto nodded his head a few times to his son that continued to
look at him through one, cum-covered eye.
‘Good,’ Naruto thought. ‘Very good.’
Picking up the pace to match the thrusting cock, Naruto pushed and pulled his
son back and forth from the glory hole. Naruto looked down to see the mess that
Boruto’s cum made to the wall and his self. He saw the cum-webbed boxers in the
back.
Naruto further noticed his son’s flaccid cock had started to rise. He smirked.
It was always the new sensations that broke up the monotony that got the blood
flowing back. Disrupting his notations, the cock weakly spurted a rope or two
of cum down Boruto’s throat. Naruto saw the throat swallow it all up quickly.
Knocking thrice against the wall, Naruto returned his attention to his cum-
covered, naked son. Smiling in admiration of the hard work, Naruto casually
looked Boruto over, examining everything once again. The sight made the cock in
his pants grow hard and stretch to the side.
Naruto had no idea what to say or do. His son was a cum-dump. Should he whisk
him away to rest? Does Boruto want more? Should I get in on the action? Naruto
knew what his dick wanted. But what was the right decision to be made?
“Maybe, if ya want, we could head out-,” Naruto started.
In a sore and rough voice, Boruto said, “No.”
The sight of his son’s mouth open with cum dripping from the roof of the mouth
to the tongue burned into Naruto’s memory and his dick hardened even more. At
the rejection, Naruto tried a different tactic, “Maybe I could go to the other
side, huh?”
Boruto just shook his head in the negative, cum falling haphazardly on the
pillows and his naked form. Still getting rejected, Naruto resigned himself and
smiled, “We can do whatever you want champ.”
Smiling through cum-drenched teeth, Boruto replied, “I want to show you all the
things I learned.”
“Oh, okay,” Naruto responded lamely. Following his son’s gestures to get up,
Naruto stood up and leaned against the wooden wall. Boruto then rearranged
himself and the pillows clumsily. Boruto’s knees rested against the pillows.
Bringing his naked body up, Boruto’s sticky hand reached for his dad’s groin.
Looking down at his son, Naruto felt a little awed at how much of a cock-slut
he had turned into within barely two days. Boruto’s mouth transformed from a
virgin field to an abused cum-dump practically overnight. And still he lusted
for more. Naruto felt a sense of pride at his son’s hard work and dedication to
the training, both at day and night.
Despite all of this, Naruto could not stop the unease. He really did not want a
bunch of 16-year-old spunk to be transferred from his son’s cum-covered body to
his dick and balls. Of course, he remembered fondly the times when he himself
was a cock-slut, cum-dump, and more. After all, he spent the better part of
three years being so.
He had settled down now though. His body-type and personality changed from
being a receiver to a giver, not that one could not be both, a changer or
switcher so-to-speak. But, at the end of the day, whatever changed from his own
cum-slut experiences at Boruto’s own age to right now, it included an aversion
to other people’s non-fresh cum.
“One second, bud,” Naruto hesitated. He really did not want to disappoint his
son who looked so very eager to please and show off what he had learned from
his time in the glory hole. But Naruto knew that if he let his son continue he
might not ever cum. And that would be worse.
“Let me freshen you up real quick, yeah?” Naruto said without deference.
Focusing on the water in the air, Naruto manifested his novice Water Technique
to create a ball of water. With the water floating in the air, Naruto had it
roll over his son’s nude form collecting the semen, salt, sweat, water, and
such. Deciding to just ignore what was going into the cleansing ball, Naruto
laughed silently to himself as he passed it over his son’s face.
“That’s better, neh?” Naruto said hoping for a pleased. “Wouldn’t want anything
to get in the way of your performance, neh?
Sullen, Boruto nodded his head in the affirmative. Honestly, he felt a little
put out. But he had to be honest with himself, the water made him feel very
refreshed. When Naruto vanished the dirty ball of water into the air, Boruto
stared in awe before returning his eyes to his dad.
Naruto made eye-contact with his son and smiled like a goof, “Show me what
you’ve learned.”
Regaining his former excitement, Boruto smiled back, “Hai!”
Naruto wore his casual clothes. He loved his comfortable orange sweatpants with
the matching hoodie with the zipper down revealing a basic white undershirt.
Unfortunately, it did not fit the ‘professional world-leader’ image he needed
to project. Boruto’s clean hands reached up to Naruto’s covered groin and
started to message the thick muscle lying to the side.
Impatient, Boruto started to kiss and lick his dad’s dick through the fabric.
At the same time, he used both hands to untie the knot and loosen the
drawstring. Thereafter, Boruto used both hands to pull down Naruto’s orange
sweatpants to let them pool at the ground. Meanwhile, Boruto went from kissing
his dad’s cock through the pants to the tight and tented light blue boxers with
chrysanthemum designs.
Slathering his tongue up and down the boxers, Boruto pulled his dad’s boxers
down. Naruto looked down as his slutty son stared at his released cock. Boruto
almost instantaneously grabbed the large cock with one hand and held the balls
in the other. Then, he started kissing it madly.
He kissed every possible angle and side of the head of the cock. Then, he moved
down the side, then up the underneath, then down the top, then up the side,
then moved to the balls. With his lips kissing the balls, Boruto looked up for
the first time. Maintaining eye contact, Boruto pulled away slightly with his
hand at the base of Naruto’s cock.
Suddenly, Boruto slammed his dad’s thick, hard, and giant cock against his own
face. A meaty thwack echoed in the wooden room. He repeated it. Thwack. Again.
And again. He had his dad’s cock slap him silly across the face. Boruto slammed
his dad’s dick against his cheek and moved his face to the blow like a slap.
Continuing on so that all parts of his slutty face felt the heat emanating from
his dad’s dick in large thwacks, Boruto opened his mouth and stuck out his
tongue. From there, he had his dad’s cock slap his tongue repeatedly in quick
succession before moving it back to the flesh of his face. Then back to his
mouth, using his dad’s dick to transfer his own saliva to cover his face and
make it.
The whole process amused Naruto endlessly. His son was using his own dick as a
discipline device. Furthermore, Boruto used his cock to slather his own face
with saliva. The resulting look was extraordinarily slutty, and Naruto loved
it. In fact, he wanted in on the action.
Naruto unzipped the rest of his orange hoodie and shrugged it off. Pulling his
white undershirt off, he continued to hear and feel the sound of his dick
slapping his son’s face. Looking down his bare torso, Naruto slowly replaced
his son’s hand with his own. While Boruto looked up in curiosity and moved his
hands to his dad’s thick, thigh muscles to support himself, Naruto smirked and
slapped his son across the face with his dick.
Thwack. Boruto’s face followed the blow. Before Boruto corrected himself,
Naruto did it again in reverse. Thwack. Boruto’s face once again went with the
blow. The sheer dominance of the situation caused blood to rush to Boruto’s
dick in overtime. Continuing with it for a bit, Naruto switched it and started
to slap his son’s face head-on.
Boruto’s forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, chin, and jaw all felt his dad’s dick
rain blows on him. In response, Boruto merely strengthened his grip on his
dad’s thighs to not collapse to the floor. Boruto became painfully hard, as his
dick nearly reached his own stomach. He wanted so much more.
Boruto stuck his tongue out as far as he could again. Chuckling once, Naruto
took the signal and began slapping his son’s tongue before returning to the
face. Naruto went back to slapping his son’s face back and forth. The whole
action heated both of them up mercilessly.
Holding his wet dick above his son’s face, Naruto looked down to see Boruto
staring up with longing eyes. Naruto noticed Boruto panting slightly like a dog
wanting a meal. The subservient desire drove Naruto crazy.
Slamming his dick down on Boruto’s tongue, Naruto pressured the mouth wider. In
response, Boruto changed the angle of his head from facing the ceiling to
Naruto’s pelvis. From there, Boruto wasted no time wrapping his outstretched
lips against the head of the cock. Sucking loudly and lewdly, Boruto’s tongue
started to lap the slit and the rest of the head that fit in his mouth.
Boruto started to jerk his head toward the cock. Like an anaconda, Boruto
stretched his mouth as wide as possible. Thanks to his previous training here,
Boruto’s muscles no longer resisted like they used to. As part of his
experience tonight, Boruto learned to let the heat of the situation effectively
numb his facial and throat muscles so that the dick could use him as a holster.
But his dad’s large, thick, and long cock was not like the one’s provided
through the hole in the wall. Naruto’s cock required special attention. Taking
what he learned tonight and improvising it to the situation at hand, Boruto
slowly but steadily pushed his face deeper and deeper down his dad’s shaft.
Naruto’s cock quickly found the back of Boruto’s throat. Pressing against it,
Boruto could to help but to gag. Unlike the other dicks, this one’s head filled
almost the entirety of Boruto’s mouth in width and height. This proved too much
for Boruto. He worked too hard tonight to be let down like this. While he
definitely improved by having some of Naruto’s shaft in his mouth as well,
Boruto wanted to truly impress his father.
Boruto attempted to realign his head to face completely upwards so that his
throat and mouth would be linear, as one uninterrupted, un-curved passage. His
dad’s steel-like cock would not allow it. The resistance proved too much for
Boruto to angle it down.
Naruto looked down at his son’s eyes that began to well in tears from both
exertion and disappointment. Seeing and feeling his son’s move, Naruto smiled
down reassuringly. Sensing the need to help, Naruto stepped out of his pants
and boxers around his ankles. Stepping forward to where his legs rested on each
side of Boruto’s thin shoulders, Boruto’s arms pushed outwards as if in a prone
pushup position.
Closer, Naruto slightly bent his knees and pushed his upper body forward and
above Boruto’s golden locks. Grabbing Boruto’s skull from the back with both
hands, Naruto realigned it upwards, except this time, his cock would not be in
the way because now it faced downwards with gravity. To make room, Boruto
adjusted his own body by resting further down his own knees.
Naruto looked down at his vulnerable son. Boruto feeling, more than seeing, the
new position he found himself exploited the opportunity and began anew his
attempt to swallow his dad’s cock down his throat. Although the new angle and
position proved alien to Boruto, he pushed his head upwards in the sky instead
of perpendicular as was required for the cocks from the wall.
The large head of Naruto’s giant dick stretched the entrance to Boruto’s
threat. Fortunately, Boruto’s experiences yesterday and tonight proved enough
to silence his gag-reflex. Without having to curve inwards, the dick proved far
easier to push in.
In pure elation at victory, Boruto smiled wildly at his father who loomed above
him. For the first time, Naruto’s dick entered Boruto’s throat. Although none
could see it, Naruto’s dick outlined Boruto’s throat and could visibly be
spotted. Naruto’s eyes fluttered at the hot, tight embrace of Boruto’s throat
constraining his dick. Furthermore, Boruto’s small throat’s constant
contractions abused his sensitive cock.
A pure moan escaped through Naruto’s body as his whole body wracked in
pleasure. Unable to escape, Naruto continued to lose his senses. Boruto,
staring up at his dad, experienced an extraordinary and never-before-felt
sensation of pride of truly pleasing his dad.
Loosing control, Naruto gripped the back of his son’s skull a little harder.
Naruto’s body, lost in the unbelievable sensation, started to bounce at the
knees. Pushing his son’s head a little further up, Naruto began pile-driving
his son’s head with his dick. Slowly at first, the intoxicating feeling
overcame Naruto’s sense of restraint. Soon, he began full on fucking his son’s
throat.
Naruto’s dick pulled up, against his son’s throat’s contractions. It pushed
down. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against Boruto’s chin in a meaty whack.
Resting briefly, Naruto’s dick pulled up once again, his hands pushed Boruto’s
head off, then, simultaneously, he pushed his dick down and Boruto’s skull up.
Boruto continued to stare up at his father’s clenched eyes and teeth through
his own bleary eyes. Unable to be anything other than a vehicle for his
father’s cock, Boruto maintained all focus on keeping relaxed and getting as
much air through his nose and down his throat to his lungs. Although his dad’s
cock filled almost the entirety of his throat, a thin enough passage existed
for some air to pass. Nonetheless, it was not enough.
Oxygen-deprived, Boruto contented himself. As a cock-slut, this was his
purpose. Right here, right now, the only parts of Boruto mattered were
physical. And even then, only his mouth and throat truly mattered. His skull
proved a handlebar. His tongue and lips existed in the peripheral, and the rest
of his body remained out of vision.
In this moment, Boruto existed solely to take his dad’s dick. He existed solely
to please his dad. The thoughts of such objectification rushed straight to his
own dick. Unbelievable rock-hard, Boruto’s cock oozed pre-cum in waves.
Recognizing the uselessness of his own hands, Boruto brought them down this
cock.
As Naruto continued to blindly fuck Boruto’s throat, the gaping and wet sounds
filled the small room. Boruto began to roughly jack himself off with pre-cum
covering his hands and cock. Naruto continued to skull-fuck and face-fuck his
son. He had always been on the receiving side of his fair share of blowjob
pile-drives, but now, on the giving side, Naruto reawakened his dominant side.
Picking up speed and intensity, Naruto used his whole body to fuck his son’s
face. His knees bent down as far as they could to get his dick all the way in
his son’s throat. Then, Naruto extended his knees, pulling all the way up, only
to come crashing down- his dick and balls ruthlessly using his son for their
own pleasure.
The pure pleasure originating from skull, throat, and face-fucking his son
overcame Naruto’s stamina and discipline. His dick piled down his son’s throat
one-last time. Curling over his son’s face, Naruto hunched as his dick started
to pulse madly. His balls, resting against his son’s chin, contracted upwards
as cum rushed from his balls, down his dick, and down Boruto’s abused throat
and into his stomach.
Boruto, with his eyes covered by his dad’s pubes and his nose bending into the
base of his dad’s cock, swallowed the cum and cock in his throat as fast and as
ferocious as possible. The filling and warming sensation of the dick resting in
his throat and the balls on his chin caused Boruto to cum. His seed spread into
the air landing on and inside his dad’s pants and boxers.
Heaving into his son, Naruto eventually pulled out his son’s throat. Staggering
backwards, Naruto’s numb legs almost collapsed on themselves. Resting against
the wall, Naruto placed his hands on his knees. Boruto meanwhile continued to
look straight to the ceiling before collapsing on to his hands and knees into
the pillows.
Coughing into the floor, oxygen rushed into Boruto’s brain. Boruto began to
recognize the overpowering soreness of his throat. When Boruto craned his
unbelievably sore neck to his father leaning against the wall, an epiphany
bloomed in his mind. He accomplished the goal his dad set out yesterday, so he
could now get his reward.
Like a third eye opening, Boruto recognized that his dad was like any other
person with wants and desires and pleasures and weaknesses. The only difference
between him and Boruto was the obvious and unavoidable physical differences
that, through the training, Naruto sought to either lessen or exploit.
In short, Boruto realized he could be having some of his own pleasure if he
would reach out and take it. Smirking deviously, Boruto hatched a plan to get
some of his own pleasure and, hopefully, impress his dad with his initiative.
Boruto overpowering his own exhaustion of the day stood up and snatched his
dad’s boxers that were covered in his own massive wad. As Boruto reached his
panting dad, Naruto looked up.
“Open up,” Boruto demanded in a very deep and sore voice. Grabbing his dad’s
short hair, Boruto stuffed the boxers in his dad’s open mouth. Naruto,
completely surprised, instinctively obeyed the dominance in his son’s voice. It
caused some blood to return to his wet and dripping cock. Here, Naruto thought
he would be the
“Stay just like that,” Boruto ordered. Naruto obeyed and then did not move a
muscle. Boruto, naked, turned around and left the room. Confused beyond
comprehension, Naruto rested against the wall as his tongue filled with the
flavor of his son’s salty cum and the texture of his boxers. More blood flowed
to his cock.
Without warning, an erect cock pierced Naruto’s ass. Naruto moaned loudly and
wantonly into his boxers that his son busted his load in and then stuffed into
his mouth. Likewise, a loud and wanton moan stretched throughout the other
side. Naruto could practically feel it reverberate throughout him. Reaching
behind him, Naruto felt the gap in the wall.
‘The glory hole!’ Naruto remembered. ‘How foolish of him to back his ass into
it. No wonder where his son got inspiration. That blowjob must have, and was,
out of this world. Hah! And from the same glory hole he had been face-fucked
for the rest of the night.’
With another slam, Naruto felt the relatively small penis reach inside him.
While by no means a virgin, Naruto had not been anally pleasured in years.
Combined with his natural regenerative powers, Naruto’s hole was effectively
tight as a virgin. And here he thought his ass would never be the same after
being a cum-dump in Kumo. Transferring the pain in his ass to the boxers in his
mouth, Naruto moaned out.
Boruto, on the other side, gave up looking at his dick enter and exit the hole
in the wall. Instead, he placed his whole body into the wall, as if trying to
become one with it. His skinny hips started slowly as his dick wanted to stay
in the tight heat of his dad’s ass. But then his body wanted more, so he began
to pick up his pace. Ruthlessly now, Boruto humped the wall as fast as he
could.
While the cock was small in all dimensions, it was plenty big enough to reach
his prostate. Seeking to still give advice to his son, he made sure to loudly
call out when his son finally did. He toned down his voice when his son missed.
He ramped it back up. Eventually, Boruto received the message and started to
attack his dad’s prostate with youthful vigor.
Although the fucking lacked any pretense of skill or technique, sex was sex,
and Naruto reacted accordingly to the prostate stimulation. Moaning into his
soaked boxers, Naruto reached down to start to jack himself off. His son’s dick
soon lost all semblance of control and started fucking him enthusiastically and
without restraint. Naruto found the wildness, combined with the dominance of
the boxer-gag and the objectification of the glory hole, mind-boggling sexy.
Suddenly, Naruto felt hot semen explode inside his ass. In response, his next
few passionate pumps exploded his own load on to his pants, the pillows and the
wooden floor. Boruto, on the other side, rested his whole body against the
wooden wall with his dick remaining in his dad’s ace. Breathing deeply into,
Boruto sighed in contentment.
After a while, Naruto felt the dick in his ass pull out and semen leak down his
balls. Ah! It had been some time since Naruto had last had the feeling of warm
cum ooze out of his ass and drip on to the floor. As Naruto sighed in
contentment himself, Boruto entered the room with his wet dick dangling between
his legs.
Naruto looked up and smiled around the boxers in his mouth. Boruto approached
his dad, ripped the boxers out, and hugged him. While at an awkward angle,
Naruto reached around and hugged his son back with a silly grin plastered
across his face. Naruto could hear the rapid beating of his son’s heart and the
deep, controlled breaths filling his son’s lungs.
In an extremely sore voice, Boruto said, “I passed your test. I got my reward.
I lost my virginity.”
Naruto patted his son’s back in response. ‘Oh,’ Naruto thought with a small
shake of his head, ‘Boruto, you have no idea.’
***** Chapter 3 *****
Training Retreat
Chapter 3
“Where’s Boruto?” Hinata asked at the breakfast table in the hotel lobby.
Finishing the mouthful of eggs and toast in his mouth, Naruto replied, “He
trained a little too hard last night, so I’m letting him sleep in a little.”
“I told you not to push him too hard,” Hinata chastised.
“I know. I know,” Naruto acknowledged, leaning back in his chair. “I didn’t
expect him to go all out. He pushed himself too hard.”
Hinata smiled softly into her plate. It reminded her of someone else important
in her life.
Meanwhile in Boruto and Naruto’s shared room, Boruto slept in utter bliss.
Unknowingly cleaned by his father, Boruto dreamed of the cocks that used him
last night. The wet dreams made his dick hard.
Walking into the room to see his son in this state, Naruto decided to reward
him for his hard work. Going to Boruto’s bed, Naruto kneeled by the side of the
low-laying futon. Taking a look at the straining cock, Naruto grabbed it once
before swallowing the whole dick.
Already at the base, Naruto slathered all sides of the cock with his mouth and
silently sucked it. Boruto moaned in his deep sleep. Naruto bobbed his head to
pay special attention to Boruto’s cock’s head. Without much effort, his son
spilled his seed in Naruto’s mouth. Swallowing with ease, Naruto chuckled at
his son’s spent, wet cock lying against his son’s smooth skin.
Grabbing some folders, Naruto packed them before leaving the hotel room. He had
some plans to make. When Naruto returned, he found his son still fast asleep.
Naruto went to wake him up, and soon thereafter, they began the training regime
of the day. Rather than working the physical body, this one focused on chakra.
Naruto had no idea why anyone thought it would be okay to have him teach chakra
training.
Resting once more in their private sauna, Boruto and Naruto enjoyed the hot
water relaxing their muscles. Boruto had plenty of muscles that needed
loosening, some of which he did not even know existed. Naruto had always
enjoyed saunas since he discovered them from Ebisu.
“I want to do something,” Boruto whined after a while.
“Tonight is a rest day,” Naruto mumbled from his steam-induced daze.
Petulant, Boruto frowned, “At least let me suck you off.”
“No,” Naruto said with closed eyes. Was he ever this insatiable? On second
thought, ignore that.
“Please? Pretty please?” Boruto begged.
“Fine,” Naruto relented. If Boruto were an ounce like him, he would never stop.
“Sweet!” Boruto exclaimed.
“Do it underwater,” Naruto ordered. Maybe that would keep him busy for a little
while longer.
“Even cooler!” Boruto responded to the challenge.
Resigning himself, Naruto opened his legs as Boruto swam-slash-walked to
Naruto’s side of the sauna. With a large grin, Boruto bent over and reached for
his dad’s flaccid cock. Finding it, Boruto knelt and ducked his head under
water.
Naruto quickly found his dick enveloped by a hot mouth with a rough tongue
dancing alongside his cock. Reclining further in the sauna, Naruto leaned his
head back enjoying the sauna, the snowy weather, and his cock being sucked. A
stupid grin plastered on his face, Naruto thought, ‘Ah, it was good to be
alive.’
Underwater, Boruto almost immediately discovered that the underwater blowjob
presented multiple problems. The first was of course air deprivation. The next
was the water in his mouth. Thereafter was the water in his nose. Finally, the
water naturally floated him to the top when he wanted to stay underwater
sucking the dick.
Breaching for air, Boruto gasped for air as water streamed down his face.
Naruto half-opened one eye. ‘So he found out it isn’t as easy as it seems,’
Naruto thought remembering his first underwater blowjob. The memory made his
cock harder.
“Again,” Boruto said looking at his unimpressed dad. Naruto admired the
determination as his son went underwater and latched on to his dick again.
Underwater, Boruto ensured to seal his lips around his dad’s cock. Easy enough
considering its giant width. Boruto then held himself down by grasping his
dad’s large thigh muscles.
From this position, Boruto started to suck the cock further and further down.
Nonetheless, he needed air, despite how badly he wanted his dad’s cock. Going
up for more, Boruto recognized his dad’s continued relaxed state. Without
saying anything, Boruto went back down to try again. Boruto found the sensory
deprivation from the lack of sound and sight sexually gratifying.
Naruto continued to relax as his son came up for air again and again. His dick
continuously filling his son’s slutty mouth and then floating in the hot water.
The sensation of his cock-desperate son latching on to his cock and pushing
himself down against the buoyancy of the water pleased Naruto. The more
desperate his son got; the harder he got.
As his son panted harshly above the water, Naruto said, “I’m going to pinch
your nose to clip it. I will hold you down. Then, I am going to fuck your face.
If you need air, tap me. How does that sound?”
Boruto, oxygen-deprived, nodded his soggy head before saying, “Thank you!”
Smirking, Naruto reached out and pinched his son’s small nose. Boruto smiled in
amusement as he ducked his head underwater again. Quickly latching on to his
dick, Naruto grabbed his son’s skull and pushed it down his dick. Moaning
loudly and pushing his own hips upwards, his thick cock soon filled all of
Boruto’s mouth.
Although half of his dick still remained un-sucked, Naruto contented himself
with this. From there, he pulled his son up by the back of his neck and then
back down. Selfishly pleasuring himself with his son’s mouth, Naruto soon found
the dominance overcoming him.
Naruto particularly enjoyed the underwater sight of his son’s flowing golden
locks swinging in the water in opposite directions of Naruto fucking his son’s
face. Only really able to hold his son’s face down, his son’s rear rose in the
water. Naruto smirked at his son’s bare ass breaching the water and bobbing
with the motions of his face-fucking.
Meanwhile, the thrill of being so thoroughly dominated made Boruto unbelievably
hard. His dick continuously bobbed against his own stomach. His mouth and
tongue rushed up and down his dad’s hard cock, while his lips kept the seal at
all costs. Unable to focus on anything else, Boruto let his lower body go limp
with his ass in the air.
When his son started to tap his hip and thigh, Naruto pulled him back up.
Catching his breath, Boruto’s wide-open mouth and water rushing down his face
gratified Naruto. With a smirk, he pushed his son back down to fuck his face.
Not missing a beat, Boruto latched on to his dad’s cock.
Repeating the process, it did not take long for Naruto to find the perfect
position for his son’s throat to take his whole cock. From there, it only took
a few more breaths before Naruto came buckets into his son. Naruto loved the
way that his slutty son’s ass twitched in delight.
Underwater, Boruto could only feel his dad’s large load empty into his belly.
Boruto’s cock yearned for release but could not find it. Naruto merely released
his hold from his son’s neck and the pinch on the nose. Boruto casually floated
up.
Regaining his breath, Boruto kneeled in front of his dad and said, “I’m so
horny.”
Naruto chuckled as he reached his foot out and started to rub it against his
son’s erect cock. With his foot against Boruto’s cock which rubbed against
Boruto’s stomach, Boruto moaned out in pleasure from the friction. Picking up
the pace and using his toes, Naruto had his son coming into the pool in no
time.
As they both rested, Boruto eventually lost his patience once more and
requested to do something. Fortunately, Naruto planned ahead.
“You know that box the bellhop brought to the room? Bring it out here,” Naruto
ordered.
Boruto whined, “But I don’t wanna get out of the sauna. It’s cold.
Naruto shrugged and relaxed more into the sauna. Huffing in petulance, Boruto
soon rushed out of the sauna naked across the snowy garden. Coming back with
the sauna, Naruto pointed out his son’s shriveled balls and laughed before
standing up and showing off his giant balls. Embarrassed, Boruto went back
under the sauna.
“While I’m thinking what to do, come over here and suck them,” Naruto ordered
with a smirk. To be honest, he just wanted to relax in the sauna, but his son
was making it impossible. If Boruto acted like a giant slut, Naruto would
reciprocate.
Obeying, Boruto went over and began placing his dad’s balls in his mouth.
Sucking into them, Boruto started upwards as his dad’s limp dick rested against
his face. Boruto could only think about how much bigger they were than his. The
size differential made Boruto half-hard underwater.
Naruto in the meantime as his son’s tongue slathered across his balls turned
around and opened the box. Digging through it, Naruto picked out the bottle.
Opening the cap, Naruto smelled the liquid inside just to make sure.
“Off my nuts, slut,” Naruto said. “Get on all fours on the shelf, here.”
Boruto embarrassed at the order, the reference, and the fact that he wanted to
stay on his dad’s nuts submitted. Sitting back down, Naruto pushed his son’s
back down but kept the ass hanging in the air. Naruto inspected it. Rubbing
both of his hands across his son’s ass, Naruto squeezed the cheeks and then
spread them.
Boruto, with his face practically in the water, felt his face heat up from the
steam and the embarrassment of the situation. Once more the dominance-
submission factor made his cock half-hard, which Naruto noted. Boruto liked the
feeling of his dad’s hands all over his rump. The attention pleased him as
well.
Repeating the motions, Naruto used two fingers from each hand to open up the
checks. Boruto’s rose bud winked up at him. Thoughts raced through Naruto’s
head as what to do with this slut’s virgin hole. Grounding himself in the
training purpose, Naruto reduced the ideas.
Deciding to make it as pleasurable as possible, Naruto instructed his son in
the multiple names of the following technique. Naruto put the unused bottle to
the side, Then, he put his face in his son’s ass before his tongue licked up
and down his son’s crack.
The sensation forced Boruto to crane his head up and moan shamelessly. The
rough tongue slid up and down his nether region. It never occurred to Boruto
once that such a gross thing would be a thing. Even worse, he never imagined it
would feel so good. Keening helplessly, Boruto raised his rear as best he could
to accommodate his dad’s tongue.
With his hands still spreading his son’s ass, Naruto began to focus more on
Boruto’s rose bud. Wiggling his tongue, the tightness completely prevented any
penetration. With his fingers completely on the rose bud, Naruto carefully
spread it. At the same time, his tongue went into overdrive to make it as
pleasurable as possible.
Additionally, he wanted to get his tongue in at the soonest possible moment to
prevent overstretching. With the tip of his tongue barely inside the tight
heat, Naruto began spreading his son’s ass from the inside and slightly from
the outside. The unbelievable sensation consumed Boruto as he continued to mewl
like a slut.
Slowly but surely Naruto’s tongue buried deeper and deeper into his son’s
cavity. Naruto’s tongue swiped back and forth to spread the cavern. Meanwhile,
Naruto looked for his son’s prostate but could not find it. The current
tightness prevented him from going too deep.
Remaining patient, Naruto continued carefully. Boruto’s dick leaked pre-cum
straight into the sauna. Naruto removed his tongue completely and ordered
Boruto to spread his ass. Immediately, Boruto’s hands reached out and squeezed
his ass and pulled it to each side. The sluttiness drove both of them hotter.
Naruto opened the container and spread the gel across his fingers. With lube,
Naruto tickled his son’s asshole before pressing inward. The stretching feeling
that accompanied the tongue shocked Boruto with its pure pleasure, but the
finger caused Boruto to wince. The pain, however, only caused Boruto to pull
his own ass further apart.
Slowly, Naruto pushed his digit further inside Boruto. Pouring lube straight on
to Boruto’s crack, Naruto used his other fingers to collect it at Boruto’s hole
that squeezed and contracted around Naruto’s finger. The sight of his son
spreading his ass, holding his head up, moaning, and squeezing his finger made
Naruto rock hard.
With discipline, Naruto pushed another finger inside of Boruto. Boruto clenched
his teeth at the intrusion. Naruto continued through and started to scissor his
fingers to spread Boruto’s tight hole even more. Pulling the fingers out,
Naruto penetrated the rose bud with his tongue once more.
With greater access, Naruto’s tongue plunged into Boruto’s depths. In pleasure,
Boruto groaned out once more. Eventually Naruto’s tongue found the gland.
Rubbing it back and forth, Boruto screamed out before panting harshly. Hanging
his head just above the water, Boruto looked to see his dick dripping pre-cum
steadily and his own dad’s rock hard cock. The sight caused saliva to pool in
his mouth.
Tongue-fucking his son, Naruto became deliriously hard. Grabbing his son by the
waist and picking up the box, Naruto brought everyone inside and closed the
door. Throwing Boruto on the bed, Naruto fetched a towel. Approaching the bed
to dry off his slut of a son, Boruto grabbed Naruto’s steel-like cock.
Wiping himself off, Boruto, on all fours, began to suck the cock in
desperation. Following his dad’s orders, Boruto went back to spreading his ass.
Naruto leaned over his son who continued to swallow his cock and stuck a finger
in the gaping hole. Soon adding another, Naruto began to spread the hole in
earnest and his son picked up the pace.
Naruto began pushing his dick further into the heat of his son’s mouth.
Switching his fingers out such that his middle and ring finger delved into
Boruto’s ass, Naruto began to push them in and out. In response, Boruto hanged
his mouth wide-open.
From that position, Naruto began to fuck his son’s face with his cock, while
his fingers fucked his son’s ass in earnest. Boruto’s cock bobbed back and
forth from the rocking motion. Freshly spent from fucking his son’s face
underwater, Naruto had a while to go before blowing another load. Without
friction provided by the air, Boruto’s cock could only ooze pre-cum madly.
The heat between Naruto and Boruto built up. Naruto gave up all semblance of
restraint as Boruto relaxed his body to being used by his father. Naruto’s
balls slapped harshly against Boruto’s chin, as Naruto ruthlessly pummeled
Boruto’s face. Naruto’s fingers picked up speed and power. Boruto could only
open his mouth wider and spread his ass wider.
With great effort, Naruto grabbed Boruto by the hair and yanked him off his
dick. Boruto merely panted as the dick continued to slap his face from his
dad’s rough finger fucking. Grabbing Boruto once more, Naruto rearranged him on
the bed. Shoving Boruto’s face into a pillow, Naruto spread Boruto’s ass as far
as he could.
With three fingers now, Naruto speared Boruto. Even with the generous lube,
Boruto cried into the pillow from the sudden pain. Meanwhile, Naruto began to
furiously lube his dick up as much as possible. Naruto then began to pull his
son’s asshole to each side with multiple fingers to create a gaping hole.
The spreading feeling washed across Boruto. It was all he could feel. Then,
Naruto lined the head of his cock to the hole. Sticking the head of his cock
inside his son, Naruto rested there. Boruto moaned into the pillow and he stuck
his ass further in. Getting the subconscious signal, Naruto slowly pushed into
the tight walls.
Boruto shoved the pillow in his mouth. Sweat dripped down the side of Naruto’s
face. Naruto’s mouth transformed into a perfect ‘O’ as his neck rested
backwards. The vice-like grip around his dick drove Naruto crazy, but he held
stern.
Boruto on the other hand felt like his dad had speared him through his ass,
which, technically, was true. ‘His dad’s thick cock tore him in half,’ Boruto
thought dazed. While he had definitely experienced greater pain from that time
he believed he could fly, this pain proved far more intimate and far more
internal.
None of it made sense in his head, but he knew for sure this was pain. Very
real pain. He could not even realize that his dad’s grip on his hips had grown
beyond pressure and into pain. Instead, he pushed his own ass even further with
his own hands.
Naruto stopped his slow push inside his son. Catching his breath, Naruto looked
down at his cock. To Naruto’s dismay, the majority of his cock remained outside
of his son. Only the foreskin past his glans had delved inside his son’s hot
and tight cavity. Maybe, he had rushed it too quickly.
Releasing his own hold on his son, Naruto moved them over his son’s hands.
Plying them off, Naruto began to message Boruto’s ass and lower back. The sight
of his son ass-up, face-down made Naruto hard. The sight of his son holding his
ass apart made Naruto hard. His dick inside of his son really made Naruto hard.
Naruto wanted to say that his dick simply would not fit Boruto’s tight hold.
But Naruto had never been one for giving up when things got hard. Then again,
that statement usually meant pain for Naruto, not others, and especially not
his own son. Naruto remembered back to when he said the same thing to Killer
Bee.
While Killer Bee naturally rapped the saying out, Naruto clearly remembered the
motivation. Just keep pushing. Naruto without a doubt felt the Bee’s sting that
day, but the honey, oh the honey, was so sweet. Being filled to the max with
thick, hot cock and then filled with thick, hot semen. Oh, it made Naruto even
harder just thinking about it.
Then, Naruto remembered his time with Jiraiya and others. He could not help the
memory of his first time losing his anal virginity. Naruto grimaced at the
memory. He hated that memory. He hated that person. It was one of the few
people on this world that Naruto hated, truly hated with his whole being.
That monster stole his trust. Abused him. And Naruto hated him and hated what
he did to Naruto. Naruto hated that his mere presence still existed, even if
only in his mind. But if Naruto could leverage those memories to the benefit of
his own son, then Naruto would. But how?
Naruto dismissed the memories and looked down at his son’s form and his dick in
Boruto’s ass. Taking deep breaths, Naruto had to think of something on the
spot. In the heat of the moment. He realized that he should have thought this
through more but the sluttiness of his son and the bare wantonness distracted
Naruto.
“Hey buddy, you with me?” Naruto asked.
Boruto, through gritted teeth, replied, “Hai.”
“A little tight of a fit, huh?” Naruto tried to joke.
Boruto chuckled, “Yeah. Just a little.”
Naruto chuckled back, “Do you want to continue? I do not, under any
circumstances, you hear me, want to push you, okay? Say okay.”
“Okay, dad, I understand,” Boruto replied easily. “I want to go on. I want you
inside of me. All the way. No backsies.”
Naruto continued to massage Boruto, “You’ve got it champ. I’m gonna keep
pushing, okay? I want you to tell me when I need to slow down, okay? I need you
to be honest. No holding back. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, dad,” Boruto responded.
“Okay,” Naruto said. “Let’s do this, okay? Together now.”
Boruto nodded his head into the pillow.
“I’m gonna want you to push back, okay. I want you to set the pace, you
understand?”
Boruto, confused by the contradictory statements, nodded nonetheless. With
effort, Boruto placed his forearms above his head against the bed. Struggling
slightly, Boruto pushed his ass into his dad’s dick. The odd angle and the
weird movement felt foreign to Boruto, but he kept it up.
Meanwhile, a helpless moan escaped Naruto’s mouth at the sensation and the
sight. Following through, Naruto pushed a little to his son’s backwards
thrusts. Slowly, Naruto’s dick delved further and further.
The more Boruto became accustomed to the movements, the more Boruto picked up
the speed. Naruto easily matched it. Soon, Boruto’s tight insides loosened
enough for the pain to go away. As a result of the conversation and being a
participant, Boruto loosened up his already tight ass to ease the access of his
dad’s fat cock. Just like with his throat.
Suddenly a burst of electricity traveled from his ass up his spine and straight
to his head. Boruto screamed in pleasure. In the far distance, he heard his
father laugh. Feeling his dad’s strong hands press against his lower back,
another burst came. Boruto screamed into the pillow again.
Going completely limp, Boruto kept his ass in the air. With his hands down his
sides, he groaned into the pillow every time his dad hit that special spot.
Without his son pushing back, Naruto took complete control. Hitting Boruto’s
prostate at the same angle, Naruto also tried to go deeper inside of his son as
well.
With him only being a little more than halfway there, Naruto had some room to
go. Optimistic, Naruto picked up the process. Now, Naruto started to pull back
a little before pushing in. Unable to be consistent with his measurements,
Naruto sometimes pushed too far, too quickly.
With the prostate stimulation though, the pain mixed with mind-numbing
pleasure. Boruto simply remained motionless in the bed taking whatever his dad
gave him. Rearranging his legs, Naruto gained better access. Naruto pushed
forward harder than ever stealing a scream from his son.
Not giving up, Naruto continued. Starting to receive his own pleasure from the
training session, Naruto rearranged once more and picked up the pace. Boruto
passively received his dad’s cock up his unbelievably tight ass. Unable to keep
his squawks of pleasure at pace, Boruto began shamelessly moaning without
restraint.
Keeping the same pace, Boruto eventually felt his dad’s balls crashing against
his perineum and own balls. Boruto’s dick hanged from the angle dripping pre-
cum over the bed sheets. Naruto stopped his simultaneous massage and grabbed
Boruto’s hips. Manipulating Boruto’s hips, Naruto started to fuck Boruto in
earnest.
Naruto would pull until he could begin to sip the tip of his cock before
pushing in. Starting slowly, Naruto picked up his pace. Soon, Naruto pulled and
pushed Boruto’s hips in countermotion. Boruto wailed in pleasure in the pillow
with orgasmic tears escaping his eyes.
Witnessing his giant cock enter and exit the tight hole of tight ass, Naruto’s
ego surged in pride and dominance. He was going to fuck this slut senseless.
Even better, he was going to fuck his own son’s brains out. The image of his
son’s fucked-silly face urged Naruto to pick up the pace and the intensity.
With the bed rocking against Naruto’s harsh motions, Boruto kept his mouth open
against the pillow with saliva dripping down. Soon, Boruto’s tongue
involuntarily slipped out. Boruto felt the hand against the back of his head
pushing him down as the other hand pushed his ass up. The fucking continued.
Taking his hand off of his son’s neck, Naruto casually slapped his son’s bubble
butt. Boruto moaned at the pain. Naruto groaned deeply as his son’s vice-grip
clung even harder. Loving the sound of Boruto’s moan and the spanking, Naruto
decided to paint Boruto’s ass red.
Stopping, Naruto got off his knees and squatted in the bed. From there, he
began to fuck his son doggy-style straight into the bed. Boruto’s arms hanging
limply down his side twitched as Boruto’s nerves went into overdrive from his
dad’s dick fucking his virgin ass.
With the new angle, Naruto reached even deeper depths. Boruto truly lost
himself to the pleasure. Unable to have even a passing thought, he remained
limp. His body existed solely for his father’s pleasure, which just so happened
to bring unfathomable pleasure to himself. Dear gods, he loved his father’s
cock.
Sooner than Naruto wanted, he sensed the coils in his belly loosen. His thrusts
became erratic. Pushing his torso upward, Naruto began to pile drive his son
into the bed. Cum exploded out of his cock and into his son’s ass. Still
fucking, the squishing sound of his dick against the cum against Boruto’s walls
filled the room.
Moreover, cum leaked out of Boruto’s tight passage dripping down his balls.
Boruto could only grown at the sensation of being filled with his dad’s hot
cum. His ass thoroughly stretched by his dad’s cock began convulsing along with
the rest of his body. The pleasure was truly unimaginable.
Meanwhile, his dad continued to empty his balls like never before. Resting
inside of Boruto fully sheathed, Naruto recuperated a few breaths. Slowly,
Naruto pulled out by pushing upwards with his feet against the bed. Along with
his cock, his cum escaped down Boruto’s perineum.
Fully out, Boruto’s gaping hole oozing cum mesmerized Naruto. Boruto maintained
his position through zero willpower. His knees almost touched his chest. With a
smirk, Naruto slapped Boruto’s bubble butt harshly. Cum splattered out, and
Boruto moaned. There was nothing Boruto would do now. His body had fully
succumbed to Naruto’s cock way earlier in the fucking.
Breathing deeply, Naruto still stared at his work. His masterpiece. Getting off
the bed, Naruto grabbed his son by the hair and lifted his face up from the
pillow. Boruto’s eyes had rolled upwards staring at the ceiling. His mouth
hanged agape. His tongue lolled out to the side. Saliva drenched his chin.
Letting Boruto’s face drop unceremoniously into the pillow, Naruto saw Boruto’s
painfully hard cock dangling in the air. Yet, Naruto had more in store. He
needed to make Boruto’s memory more than memorable. He needed to burn it into
his son’s skull.
Naruto flipped Boruto around with his back against the bed. With Boruto’s head
hanging limply off the bed, Naruto hovered his cock above his son’s face.
Grasping his hard cock by the base, Naruto began to slap his cum-covered dick
all over his son’s face. Boruto only spread his legs out further.
After covering his son’s face in cum and saliva, Naruto shoved his cock into
Boruto’s mouth. Then he began fucking Boruto’s throat. His balls slapped
against Boruto’s nose and eyes. Boruto’s hands still remained motionless.
Naruto looked down to see his cock moving in and out of his son’s throat.
In almost no time, Naruto had began cumming down his son’s throat. Pulling out,
Naruto sprayed the rest of his cum all over Boruto’s fucked-silly face. Boruto
became unbelievably hard. His dick turned from dark red to purple.
Naruto then flipped Boruto once more around. Now, Boruto’s upper body hanged on
the bed with his belly lying down. Naruto grabbed Boruto’s noodle-like legs and
spread them up and apart. From the position, Naruto smirked at his cum exiting
the cavity.
With no warning, Naruto speared his son once, then twice, then thrice, before
beginning a new fuck session all over again. Naruto occasionally spanked his
son’s ass. Naruto kept thrusting, kept plunging, kept driving into his son’s
cum-filled hole.
Cum streamed down Boruto’s balls and legs. His cum-covered face rested sideways
against the bed. His arms hanged limply until Naruto grabbed them and used them
as leverage to fuck Boruto even harder, even deeper. Boruto felt like his body
had transcended.
Before long, Naruto busted his third load inside his son. Flipping his son over
once more, Naruto grabbed the base of Boruto’s cock. Boruto screamed. He felt
the cum leave his balls and enter his tubes, but it had no release. It had no
where to go. Tears streamed down the side of his face.
Naruto merely loomed over his son who began to writhe against the bed. Pushing
wildly up and down, Boruto wanted nothing more in the world than release.
Sweet, sweet release. Naruto with his other hand pushed Boruto’s face upwards.
Angling his son’s dick just right, Naruto let go.
A geyser of cum sprayed forward straight into Boruto’s face. Cum covered
Boruto’s whiskered face. His still open mouth capturing large loads. Then the
cum began ushering out in bursts. Each one hitting a different part of Boruto’s
face that dripped in thick cum. All the while Naruto held his son’s face and
cock at the proper angle to make it all work.
Once his cock began deflating and bursting on to Boruto’s chest and down
Naruto’s hand, Naruto let go. Boruto immediately collapsed in the bed. His
spent cock rested against his thigh where a few last spurts managed to release.
Boruto then passed out. Naruto merely stared at his handiwork in gratification.
Boruto groaned himself awake. Although his body was freshly cleaned, his ass
felt devastated. More specifically, pain emanated from his lower back in
crashing waves. His throat felt more abused then his time at the glory hole.
Boruto’s body truly felt used and abused. Twisting his head to the side, Boruto
saw his dad sitting on the side of it looking down at him with a kind smile.
“Big night, huh?” Naruto said gently.
With a croaking voice, Boruto replied, “Hai.”
“I’ve cleaned you up. You sure were sticky. But first, here, some water,”
Naruto said.
Boruto leaned up before wincing immediately in pain and collapsing.
“It’s okay. Take your time, buddy. You were a champ last night. You need to
rest. Your mom is going to kill, but it was worth it, right?” Naruto said.
“Yeah,” Boruto said before opening his eyes. “Very, very worth it.”
“Good. Me too,” Naruto replied. “I’m glad we got to share that moment.”
“Me too,” Boruto groaned.
Lifting his son’s head up from the back of the neck, Naruto brought the glass
of cold water to Boruto’s swollen lips. Boruto tentatively drank before
swallowing it down. Naruto soon produced some pills that Naruto placed in his
mouth for him. Swallowing without questions, Naruto slowly lowered Boruto’s
head back down.
“Those are to help you rest,” Naruto explained. “They’ll deaden the pain. Ease
the soreness. Yada yada.”
“Thanks,” Boruto eked out.
“No regrets?” Naruto asked searching Boruto with his eyes.
Boruto smiled softly, “No regrets.”
“Awesome,” Naruto said relieved. “I’ve got a meeting with the local mayor and a
few dignitaries. I’ll check back up with you when I’m done. For now, just rest
easy. You worked really hard yesterday. Now your body needs to rest.”
Boruto grunted in his throat. With a chuckle, Naruto got up and left the room.
Boruto merely twisted his head to the side before going back to sleep. He could
still feel his dad filling him up and covering him in cum. A smile stretched
across his face.
Boruto woke up once more for lunch that his mother feed him. A bowl of potato
soup. Boruto went back to sleep almost immediately. Hinata merely shook her
head before leaving her son to rest.
Boruto woke up again when his father returned. Stretching his arms, Boruto felt
the worse of the pain leave. That or he became accustomed to the throbbing
sensation in his lower back. Naruto cheered at the recovery, which made Boruto
giggle.
Picking his son up and bringing him into the sauna, Boruto let the hot water
loosen his muscles. Naruto left to spend some time with Hinata and Himawari.
Boruto did not mind. He did not need his hand to be held, especially if he was
going to become an awesome Shinobi. Either way though, he definitely had more
of those pills.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Lunging and relaxing in the sauna, Boruto’s senses awakened to the presence of
a young hotel employee. At his question if Boruto needed anything, Boruto felt
his cock stir underwater, especially since his father sent him. Boruto had
always emulated his father, or at least sought to. He did it in the fighting
styles and the ninjutsu techniques.
Now, Boruto sought to conquer someone like his dad conquered his body last
night. Boruto looked up and down the brunette servant. Requesting some water
and other items, Boruto leaned into the sauna in thought. When he returned with
the items, Boruto looked the brown-head in his pale blue eyes.
“Why don’t ya get undressed and enjoy the sauna with me,” Boruto invited.
“Oh, no, no thank you, young master, so sorry, I couldn’t,” the lanky brunette
answered.
“What’s your name?” Boruto asked.
“Mura, young master,” Mura said.
“Why don’t you wanna join me,” Boruto asked.
“I can’t. I’m working,” Mura deferred.
“Is it not your job to please your guests,” Boruto replied.
“So sorry, I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t.”
Mura shifted uncomfortably.
“Aww, Mura-kun, I thought we had something. Why won’t you get undressed and get
in with me?”
“But young master-“
Boruto resigned, “It’s okay. I understand. Do some good work, neh?”
Mura nodded immediately and harshly, “Hai, young master.”
“But first,” Boruto interrupted before Mura turned around, “Can you do me a
little favor?”
“Of course, young master,” Mura replied.
“Could you come a little closer? I want to give you a goodbye gift,” Boruto
said.
Unsure, Mura stepped forward. At Boruto’s waving, Mura slowly stood before the
sauna. Standing up naked, Boruto slowly reached out with one hand and held on
to Mura’s groin. Mura’s breath held in his throat. Like a hare caught in a
trap, Mura remained frozen as Boruto continued to rub his cock through his work
clothes.
“Oh, Mura-kun,” Boruto whispered as he continued to feel up the employee.
“Where have you been?”
Boruto simply smiled up at Mura looking gazes. With his other hand, Boruto
pulled out Mura’s work shirt and unbuttoned a few of the bottom ones. Using
both hands, Boruto deftly unbuckled the belt and the button to the pants.
Reaching up with his mouth, Boruto clenched the zipper in his teeth before
pulling slowly down. Pulling down the pants to Mura’s knees, Boruto gasped as
he stared at Mura’s navy blue briefs. Using both hands, Boruto rubbed Mura’s
cock.
“So big,” Boruto said. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
In reality, the cock was normal. Mura was not that special, but Boruto wanted
to make him feel special. Mura’s face burnt bright red. Although his shy
personality would have prevented this situation ages ago, Mura still had
teenager hormones coursing through his veins. ‘The Hokage’s son is a total
slut,’ Mura thought as his cock got harder underneath his briefs.
Pulling the briefs down, Mura’s cock sprang out. Boruto whistled in faux-
appreciation. With a wink, Boruto kissed the tip before sucking it whole. With
ease, Boruto went to the base back to the tip back to the base. Mura groaned as
his knees felt week. In literally no time at all, Mura started to cum into
Boruto’s mouth.
Releasing the cock from his mouth, Mura’s knees collapsed. Kneeling on the snow
fresh from last night, Mura heaved deeply from the blowjob. With the hand in
his hair, Mura looked up to see Boruto’s cock staring straight at him. Mura
gulped.
“Now that wasn’t nice Mura-kun. I wanted to enjoy that fat cock of yours. And
you didn’t warn me, Mura-kun. I think you need to be punished. But I’m
generous. Why don’t you just return the favor,” Boruto said still standing on
the shelf of the sauna.
Staying in his kneeling position, Mura tentatively reached out with his mouth
taking the cock in his mouth. Boruto kept his hand in Mura’s hair for
encouragement. Hesitating, Mura barely put the cock in before pushing back out.
“Now that’s not very nice, Mura-kun,” Boruto chastised. “After everything I
just did for you.”
Mura gulped and tried to gain some composure. The position did not help. And
neither did the hard cock in his face. He had to return the favor. Honor now
demanded it. Mura opened his mouth and kept the head of Boruto’s cock in his
mouth.
Boruto whispered praises and cheers to Mura. Mura felt pride despite
everything. Following Boruto’s instructions, Mura went deeper and deeper on the
dick. Unlike his though, Boruto maintained greater discipline, just like his
father.
The longer Mura sucked his dick; the more Boruto felt greater and greater pride
from his dominance. Likewise, Mura grew more and more comfortable sucking dick
for the first time. He, of course, had heard other boys talking about getting
their dicks sucked, especially after a few them all went to the glory hole.
“You’re doing great, Mura-kun. Keep it up. You’re really getting into it now,”
Boruto said looking down at the short brown hair bouncing up and down his dick.
Mura smiled into the dick under the praise. Boruto meanwhile praised Mura’s
pert butt that stuck out. With his pants pooled around his knees in the snow,
Mura truly looked the part of a slut. Boruto liked the look.
“Now, I’m going to let go of your hair. I expect to see some hard work now.
Just like I did for you, no? I want you fucking your mouth against my cock.”
With the dick in his mouth, Mura called out, “Hai.”
Boruto felt himself hardened even more at the sight and feeling. Holding his
hands behind his head, Boruto stuck his pelvis out for greater access. Looking
down his chest and abs, he saw his cock disappear in Mura’s mouth only to
reappear slickened in saliva.
Boruto really wanted to hold Mura’s head and slap his face silly with his cock.
Then fuck it. Then spray his cum all over it. Boruto though held true to his
word and let Mura’s lewd sucking and slurping sounds to fill the private
garden. Soon, Boruto reached his climax.
With a shout, Boruto emptied his balls into Mura’s mouth. Boruto smirked at the
thought of returning a favor. Boruto felt Mura chocking around his cock with
the semen filling his mouth. Telling him to swallow it all, Boruto held Mura’s
face down in his cock not letting him escape.
At first, Mura wanted to get off the Hokage son’s cock. Then, Mura obeyed as he
swallowed the thick cum. Due to the resistance though, some of the cum dripped
out of the side of Mura’s mouth. Going down his lips and chin, Mura felt beyond
embarrassed. In direct contradiction, Boruto lavished praises and cheers once
more.
Releasing Mura, Boruto pulled his now soft dick out of Mura’s mouth. Mura
hurried up and brushed the snow from his knees and legs before pulling his
briefs and pants back up. Tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt and
pants, Mura’s face became bright red in recognition of what he just did.
He just received and gave his first blowjob, and to the Hokage’s son out of
everyone. No one would believe him even if he told anyone. He just prayed no
one saw him. Boruto, on the other hand, oozed self-satisfaction and pleasure at
his accomplishment. Mura found it kind of hot to be honest.
“Don’t be a stranger, neh?” Boruto said with a wink as Mura scampered out in a
series of bows and ‘Hai’s. “And bring over friends. I’m free!”
Naruto entered his hotel room tired. Politics sucked, but spending time with
Hinata and Himawari always made him happy. But shopping. That drained the
energy out of him. Furthermore, he foolishly lost track of time. Likewise, last
night was busy too. He knew ahead of time the training trip would be
exhausting. He did not think it would be this exhausting.
Looking up from where he removed his shoes, Naruto saw his son in a chair
fucking some girl sitting on his lap. Meanwhile, a guy was licking Boruto’s
balls at the same time. The girl soon started to climax with Boruto’s dick
inside of her. In response, Boruto removed his hands from the girl’s young
breasts to pick her up from her ass.
The movement released Boruto’s dick from her vagina. The naked boy on his knees
stopped licking Boruto’s balls and placed his face right in front of Boruto’s
dick and the girl’s vagina. The girl’s fluids spurted on to his face. Almost
immediately, Boruto’s balls released his semen all over the boy’s face as well.
Placing the girl on top of his dick, Boruto watched the boy lick and suck his
own dick along with the girl’s vagina. Heaving, the girl rested her whole
weight against Boruto. Likewise, Boruto reclined in the chair. The girl looked
up from her sweaty bangs and saw Naruto standing at the doorway.
Naruto cursed himself for freezing in this situation rather than immediately
turning around and leaving the kids to their privacy. He had not expected his
son to be this active. Again, Naruto cursed himself although this time for
spending so long shopping. At least Boruto had not been abusing his insides
when he should be relaxing them.
The girl immediately gasped. The change of tone in the girl’s voice got
Boruto’s attention who looked up to see his dad at the doorway. Naruto could
see the anger in his son’s eyes at his intrusion. Even the boy on the ground
felt the change in the air and turned around to see the Hokage in the doorway
staring at them.
The girl then smiled and shouted, “Oh Hokage-sama, so sorry, please, please
come in.”
Boruto looked at her from behind like she was crazy. The boy on his knees on
the other hand grinned widely with the fluids tracing his face. Naruto could
see the boy’s cock twitch in excitement. In honesty, Naruto just wanted to walk
out of the room.
“Yes, please, Hokage-sama,” the boy said.
“We insist,” the girl said politely. “Right, Boruto-kun? Surely we should show
your dad a good time. It would be rude otherwise.”
“Yeah,” Boruto said slowly, “of course.”
“Hokage-sama, please,” the girl continued. “Join us.”
Boruto, recognizing the tone of the girl’s voice and not wanting to disappoint
by looking childish or poor mannered, switched his stink eye to a ‘get-over-
here-now’ look. Naruto felt conflicted by his son’s emotions. They had bonded
so well these past few days, yet now in front of his friends he was anathema.
Seeking to maintain the report, Naruto chuckled nervously but obeyed. Naruto
looked around nervously. As he approached the chair, the girl got up. Getting
his son out of the chair as well, the girl motioned for him to set in the chair
where his son just fucked a random girl.
Obeying, Naruto soon found his pants and boxers around his ankles. The girl
started to lick his cock without hesitation. Likewise, the boy joined starting
at the balls. Feeling left out, Boruto soon joined. All three of them had their
tongues out of their mouth slathering over his cock and balls.
Making the most of the moment, Naruto leaned his head back and stared at the
ceiling. What had this trip turned into? When Naruto discovered his sexual
drive, he found himself in a far different situation than Boruto. Rather than
fucking others, Naruto went around getting himself fucked every way possible
under the sun and moon.
Naruto quickly realized his error. Regretting it, Naruto remembered that Boruto
was his own person and would react differently. Who knows what Boruto had
gotten himself into in Naruto’s absence. Far more than he expected that was for
sure.
Honestly, the two strangers and his son currently all worshipping his nuts did
not do much for him. In fact, he would rather have them all out of his life.
But life did not work like that. You could not just snap your fingers and have
people disappear from your life and memory. Oh, if Naruto had that power, he
could be a master of his own life for once. Instead Naruto once more felt
adrift to the currents of fate.
On the other hand, Boruto thoroughly enjoyed his day. Through some convoluted
series of conversations word had spread that the Hokage’s son was down to fuck.
As a result, he got to fuck his first girl. Finally being the Hokage’s son paid
off.
Moreover, he got to fuck another guy. Then, he got to fuck another girl. Then,
of course, his dad had to arrive and ruin everything going for him. The cuck to
his side was this girl’s boyfriend or something. Who knew people got off on
having their friends fucked in front of them. Nonetheless, Boruto liked having
his balls licked so he did not really care.
Kneeling before his dad once more Boruto stretched his tongue out and played
across his dad’s hairy balls. The girl’s tongue then played with his tongue as
the two pleasured his dad’s nuts. At the same time, the boy went straight to
his dad’s giant meat stick.
Boruto felt jealous. Only he should be sucking that cock. The boy stretched
from his knees and wrapped his lips around the tip. From there, the rough
tongue delved into Naruto’s slit and then covered the whole head in a whiplash
of movements.
Overwhelmed by the jealousy, Boruto grabbed his dad’s cock by the base. Pulling
his dad’s cock out of the cuck’s mouth, Boruto slammed it down on his face.
Feeling more blood surge into it, Boruto could not help the grin on his face.
Boruto, however, inspired Naruto to finally get involved.
Smiling down at the total sluts kneeling in front of him, Naruto moved Boruto’s
hand. Replacing it with his own, Naruto started to slap his dick across all of
their faces. Meaty thwacks filled the air as all three of them stuck their
tongues out of their wide-open mouths desiring the pleasure of Naruto’s
generously of letting these sluts have his cock.
Thanks to Boruto, Naruto rediscovered his kink for humiliation. Granted Naruto
enjoyed being humiliated but now he could impart his lessons. Rubbing his dick
all over the other boy’s face, Naruto made sure to pick up as much vaginal
fluids and semen as possible.
Then, Naruto crashed his cock into Boruto’s face. From there, Naruto grabbed
his son’s hair with his free hand. Naruto painted his son’s face with his own
facial before repeatedly slapping his dick on Boruto’s slutty face. Next, he
had the girl lick his dick clean as he pushed his son’s face into his balls
where the other boy already was.
With the girl licking up and down his shaft, he had one boy on each ball.
Releasing his grip on his own dick, Naruto grabbed the other boy by his brown
hair. At once, Naruto pushed both boys further into his balls causing them to
have a nut in each mouth. Pushing their heads together, Boruto and the cuck
were cheek-to-cheek as the girl kissed his cock.
After Naruto transferred Boruto’s semen from the cuck’s face to his own, Boruto
lost his arrogance and pride. Being so humiliated, Boruto openly resigned
himself to his dad’s cock slaps. Then, when his dad pushed him into his balls,
Boruto’s cock fully engorged. Boruto once more became a slut for his dad.
Ensuring competition between the boys, Naruto had the girl solely suck his nuts
as the two fought over his dick. With his hands still in their hair, Naruto
pushed them both into his thick dick. Next he brought the two up to his glans.
There, Naruto had them make-out with the head of his cock.
With the girl fully engulfing his balls, Naruto moaned as Boruto and the other
boy entangled their tongues on top of his dick. Naruto smiled at them. Boruto
and the boy continued to make out over him. Now, Naruto used his hands to guide
the girl further down. Reclining in the seat, Naruto soon had the girl eating
him out.
Boruto kept shoving his tongue down the other boy’s mouth. The other boy did
the same. Soon, their rough tongues danced along their teeth and mouths. With a
familiar pressure, Boruto stuck his tongue out as his father separated them.
From there, Naruto directed Boruto to his balls, and the other boy to his cock.
All three now had a special place to please Naruto.
Deciding to take a hands off approach, Naruto let them do their magic. Naruto
placed his hands behind his head. Tongues glided over his crack, nuts, and
cock. The sluts worshipped him. The girl fully sheathed her tongue. Boruto had
the balls filling his mouth. The boy started to bob his head up and down
Naruto’s cock all the way to the bottom of the foreskin.
In contemplation Naruto thought of his next move. Clearly Naruto would be
fucking one of them. Unfortunately it became rapidly apparent that he could
only fuck one them due to both time and a process of elimination. Naruto
refused to betray his wife and fuck another girl. Additionally, Naruto refused
to reopen his son the day after his son lost his virginity to his fat cock.
Hinata would kill him if Boruto became bed-ridden once more.
Deciding on the random boy, Naruto then imagined all the different positions
that could incorporate all of them. Always thoughtful Naruto had to make sure
that the girl got the best position. After all, she was a stranger. That left
Boruto. With that thought, Naruto devised the perfect position for that
insatiable slut without making him more sore.
To make the plan work, however, Naruto would need some preparation. Seeking to
punish his son for letting his sluttiness get in the way of real training,
Naruto ordered his son to eat out the random boy. Boruto pouted with his mouth
full of his father’s balls. Releasing them with a wet smack, Boruto backed
away.
Boruto then brought his face to the boy’s ass. Spreading the checks apart,
Boruto tentatively swiped the ass. The other boy’s breath hitched around
Naruto’s cock. Boruto slowly gained confidence and comfort before breaching the
boy’s pink ring. Naruto moaned at the vibrations racing down his dick.
“Prep him, then fuck him,” Naruto groaned. “I want him screaming on my dick.”
Using the lessons he learned from his dad, Boruto went to work. Thrilled,
Boruto started to tongue fuck the boy with eagerness. Then, Boruto used his
fingers to scissor the opening before finger fucking him. The boy started to
loosen his lip’s grip around Naruto’s thick dick.
Saliva dripped down it. The sucks became harsh and wild. Naruto merely held his
hands behind his head as he watched his son finger-fuck the cuck sucking on his
cock. The girl had also picked up her courage and found his prostate. Finally,
Naruto groaned out deep and long.
Naruto enjoyed the boy’s erratic blowjob. A father-son almost-spit-roast. What
a bonding experience. Boruto looked up to his dad for permission to take it to
the next level. Naruto debated whether to deny his son the pleasure of fucking
the boy. With a smirk, Naruto denied Boruto when he looked up seeking to take
it to the next level.
Bringing a stop to their worship, Naruto directed them towards the bed. Playing
a human architect, Naruto placed the other boy on the bed. The boy’s knees
rested wide and near his chest, while Naruto used his hands to push the ass out
and over the bed. Meanwhile, he had the girl crawl underneath the boy to
perform 69.
Smirking, Naruto looked past his erect wet cock down at his son sitting naked
on the floor with his back against the bed. Boruto obeyed all his dad’s orders
and widened his legs past his father’s feet. Resting his neck against the bed,
Boruto looked up at his dad and his looming cock. Boruto listened to his dad
chastise him for not fully resting. Unapologetically, Boruto said sorry.
Naruto smiled slyly down at Boruto before slapping the boy on the ass, “Spread
your ass, slut. Show me how badly you want my cock.”
The boy’s arms shot back to spread his cheeks. Then they went further to spread
the rose bud. At the same time, the boy raised his ass to give the Hokage a
better view. The whole time Boruto stared upwards at the slut and his father’s
rock hard cock.
With his fingers in his asshole spreading it, the boy looked over his shoulder
and said, “Please, Hokage-sama, please, please fuck me. Fuck me with your giant
cock. I want it so, so bad.”
Boruto simmered underneath at the words. Only he should be saying those things.
Instead he was down here witnessing the whole thing. He wanted to be the one
fucking him. He wanted to be the one being fucked by his dad.
Naruto smiled to himself pleased with the boy’s begging and his son’s naked
jealousy. Naruto was going to fuck this boy’s brains out using his ass as he
pleased. Naruto lined his cock to the tight hole. Fortunately, someone pulled
out lube earlier, which Naruto used to drench the tip of his cock. Some of
which dropped on Boruto’s face and chest.
With the tip in, they both groaned, and Naruto said, “Start going down on her,
while she sucks you off. You, Boruto, you are going to help my cock with that
slutty tongue of yours. Come now. Reach up.”
Boruto pushed himself a little bit off the floor and put his face into his
dad’s cock and the cuck’s asshole. From there, Boruto licked his dad’s cock and
the other boy’s entrance. Naruto loved the humiliation, and Naruto began to
push in and out of the boy. Picking up speed, Naruto gave a few slaps across
the boy’s ass.
Additionally, Naruto would completely pull out every now and then slap Boruto’s
face. Boruto, in response, would open his mouth and accept the smacks across
his face and on his outstretched tongue. Although Boruto could not have what he
wanted, he still got something. Seeking to make the most of it, Boruto greedily
accepted whatever attention his dad’s cock gave him.
Taking his time to his son’s displeasure, Naruto finally fully sheathed himself
inside of the boy who had been screaming inside of his girlfriend’s vagina from
his steel-like cock penetrating him and hitting his prostate. The girl
meanwhile struggled with the uncontrollable cock, and her legs twitched from
her boyfriend’s unintentional movements.
Boruto either heard or saw all of it. His dick became painfully hard. He
started to play with his own dick as a result. He wanted all of it, but instead
he remained a passive player. Trying to make the most of his position, Boruto
put his whole body into licking his dad’s ever moving cock. Soon, Boruto could
only please himself by his dad’s balls crashing on his waiting face.
With the cock finally sheathed, Boruto started to suck his dad’s nuts that
swung back and forth. Of course, they completely left his mouth only to come
back with a scream from the cuck. But now he was a cuck to his dad. The
humiliation and recognition of his position washed across Boruto. His cock
twitched in his hands.
Naruto grinned down at his son and ordered, “Fuck your fingers, slut. I never
told you that you could touch yourself. Here’s some lube.”
Filled with shame at his dad’s words and tone, Boruto released his cock. When
Naruto took out his dick completely, Boruto shamefully rubbed his fingers all
over his dad’s cock before it was taken away from him. Then, his dad’s cock
slammed harshly against his face over and over.
“There you go, slut. Make the most of it,” Naruto said.
Boruto cleaned his face with his fingers and spat on them. Barely lubed, Boruto
raised his ass from the ground to insert his fingers. In pure lust, Boruto went
back to licking his dad’s cock before it slammed into the boy’s used ass. His
dad’s balls crashed into his eyes and nose. With his eyes closed, Boruto simply
opened his mouth wide with his tongue hanging out to embrace his dad’s balls
hitting into Boruto with every thrust.
Naruto maintained the same pace to keep it going as long as possible. Naruto,
however, could not stop the boy from spilling his seed all inside his
girlfriend’s mouth. Likewise, the girl had experienced her second orgasm since
they started. The boy’s tight convulsions squeezed Naruto’s dick more than he
could handle.
Pulling out, Naruto angled his dick at Boruto’s face. Boruto seeing the
movement became delighted at the opportunity to take his dad’s cum, rather than
the other boy. Opening his mouth as wide as possible, Boruto waited as his dad
jacked himself off. With eyes still open, Boruto eagerly fucked himself with
his fingers waiting for his dad’s load.
With a large splat, Naruto unloaded his semen on to his son’s exceptionally
eager face. The force of the burst caused some to ricochet off. Some filled
Boruto’s mouth who continued to remain open. Naruto continued to jack off with
ropes of cum spraying forth on to his son’s face.
Looking at his son and the boy’s gaping hole, Naruto shoved his cock into
Boruto’s still open mouth. Ordering him to swallow and clean his dick, Boruto
did so with gusto.
Pulling out, Naruto ordered Boruto around and the couple to face him. He wanted
them to see his slut of a son in his natural form, covered in cum. Standing
behind a naked and cum-covered Boruto, Naruto ordered the couple to start
masturbating and cum on his son’s face.
Through one half-opened eye, Boruto saw the boy furiously rub himself as the
girl flicked her bean ruthlessly. Naruto planted a small black dildo beneath
Boruto. Pushing Boruto’s shoulders down, he ordered Boruto to fuck himself on
it at the same time.
Rearranging his knees, Boruto followed the orders and screamed as he hit his
prostate. Only to do so again and again. The cum on his face cooled and dried.
The couple continued to masturbate. First, the girl stood up and spilled her
juices on Boruto’s face and open mouth.
At the sight of the Hokage son covered in the Hokage’s semen, his girlfriend’s
juices, and the Hokage’s son fucking himself on a dildo, the boy started to
stream his semen on Boruto’s eager face. With permission, Boruto came for the
first time. Like last time, Naruto pushed his son’s face down to his cock. The
built-up pressure released the cum all over Boruto’s face.
Naked and in front of two strangers covered in cum, Boruto felt humiliated. He
had been fucking himself with a dildo provided by his father. He had also
jacked himself off to the humiliation into his own face. Now, his father
demanded that he clean up the mess—with his tongue. The couple, despite being
recently spent, found themselves silently horny at the sight of the Hokage’s
son so de-based.
As the couple watched, Boruto dragged the cum and fluids with one of the
fingers used to fuck himself into his mouth. Swallowing it, Boruto continued
for minutes to the silent pleasure of the others watching. As Boruto finished,
Naruto then ordered Boruto to clean everyone else off. After that, Boruto
walked around on his hands and knees cleaning up spilt fluids with his tongue.
Completely humiliated, Naruto dismissed the others. They could not believe what
a cum slut the Hokage’s son turned out to be. Picking Boruto up, Naruto brought
him to the bath to clean him up. Boruto feel asleep with the feeling of utter
submission. Naruto smiled, getting them both ready for dinner.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Boruto had thrown a hissy fit when Naruto ordered Boruto to go to bed straight
after dinner. Naruto explained how Hinata had chewed both their asses out at
dinner. "Naruto-kun, it seems Boruto has pushed himself too hard,” she said
with a soft voice. Naruto still chilled at the scolding. Boruto did not
understand.
The next day Naruto trained Boruto into overdrive. They had yesterday to make
up and today’s exercise regime as well. When they returned late for dinner
after a shower, Boruto nearly collapsed his face into his plate.
The day after the family packed their belongings, boarded the train, and left
for home. During the journey, Boruto flirted with a young bellhop boy. Despite
his sore muscles, his newfound fondness for everything sexual drove him on.
“You need to take a quick break, Omi-kun. Bathroom, neh?” Boruto suggested.
Omi sighed. He looked down at the blonde boy in the black jacket, open
revealing a pink undershirt, and matching black pants with a needlessly large
beige belt. While Omi had no business giving fashion advice, at least Omi’s
god-awful outfit was mandatory with the job. This runt chose his outfit.
Omi could only boast a few inches on Boruto. Still, Omi had no idea who this
stranger. At barely fifteen though, Omi did not particularly care where the
action came from. His employment papers of course said sixteen, but he wanted
some spending money. As a result, his work ethic did not exactly reach
employee-of-the-month levels.
Secretly, Omi guided Boruto to a private, rarely used bathroom towards the back
of one of the empty cabins. The train on this route and time of year had fewer
passengers than normal. Inside the cramp space, Omi heard the door shut behind
me.
Almost instantly, he felt the boy’s surprisingly strong body push him against
the wall without the sink. Then, the boys pink lips crashed into his own.
Shocked by the suddenness of it all, Omi remained passive compared to Boruto’s
storm of physical affection. Greedy hands rubbed up and down his back.
Seeking to regain the initiative, Omi pushed back with his lips. Grabbing the
boy’s waist, he shifted Boruto against the wall. Pushing his tongue out, the
boy’s mouth instantly opened to allow him access. Likewise, Omi felt Boruto’s
tongue shove back. Wrestling with their tongues, Omi took the next step and
grabbed Boruto’s perk ass with both hands on both cheeks.
Surprised by the muscular definition, Omi gripped them harder. Omi felt and
heard Boruto’s moans vibrate into him. Pleased, Omi started to grope the ass
and played with it, massaged it, spread them apart. Omi held the boy’s
increased weight placed against him. Boruto’s hands curled underneath Omi’s
armpits to grab his shoulders.
The two continued the deep make-out session. Omi ensured that he maintained
dominance the whole time. It was clear that whomever Boruto was he was a slut.
Omi never experienced a slut before but he heard his friend’s talk about the
need to handle them right. Inserting his knee between Boruto’s legs, Omi pushed
up.
Pleased with the moan he stole, Omi continued rubbing against the boy’s covered
cock. When Boruto detached his mouth to pant beside Omi’s ear, Omi attacked the
boy’s neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Squeezing the boy’s ass, massaging
his dick with his knee, and sucking his neck, Omi satisfied himself with
Boruto’s pants, moans, and sighs.
Suddenly, Omi shoved his hands into Boruto’s pants. From there, Omi renewed his
motions against Boruto’s ass. Omi then felt Boruto’s neck move away from his
tongue. Boruto detangled his arms and pushed Omi back slightly. Omi looked back
in surprise at the change.
Omi looked over Boruto’s flushed face and shining blue eyes. Boruto gave a grin
before kneeling to the ground. Omi now looked down at the whiskered face
watching him. Omi’s cock twitched in his pants at the sight.
Boruto’s hands reached up and unfastened Omi’s belt. Omi licked the inside of
his tongue still tasting the boy. Soon, the boy would be tasting him. Omi moved
his hands down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pushing his pants and
boxers down slightly, Omi pulled out his dick for the slut.
Boruto without hesitation started pumping the dick to full mast before kissing
it. Omi shuddered at the sight and the sensation. Omi felt his balls being
cupped as a tight hand gripped the base of his cock. Omi saw wide blue eyes
stare at him as a pink tongue ran from the base of his balls all the way to the
tip of his dick.
Omi gazed at the slutty boy glide his tongue up and down his dick at different
angles. Feeling a sensation of dominance at the slut’s subservience, Omi
grabbed the golden locks and kept the slut at the head of his cock.
Omi watched the slut get the message and start sucking the head of his cock.
Still maintaining eye contact, Omi let his hand go and placed his hands against
the wall behind Boruto. To Omi’s great surprise, Boruto already reached the
base of his cock. ‘What a whore,’ Omi thought as he gasped out.
Omi clenched his eyes at the great constricting heat against his cock. The
sucking stole moans from Omi. The fondling of his balls caused Omi to clench
his teeth now. Omi knew he would not last long with a slut like this loving his
cock with his mouth.
With a growl in his throat, Omi felt the cum rush out of his dick and into
Boruto’s mouth. Omi’s cock remained in the boy’s mouth who continued to
greedily suck all the cum out of his cock. Omi opened his eyes and wiped the
sweat from his brow.
Omi’s eyes grew at the sight of Boruto sliding his mouth off his cock only to
open his cum-filled mouth for Omi’s sight. Closing his mouth, Boruto swallowed
all the thick cum. Omi’s cock twitched in response. Pushing his arms against
the wall, Omi continued to loom over the kneeling Boruto.
Boruto picked himself up and reached for a kiss. Quickly, Omi turned his head
to the side. Instead, he placed two fingers into the slut’s mouth. Instantly,
Boruto’s lips closed around them and started sucking them just like his cock.
In the meantime, Omi’s other hand reached under Boruto’s pants and fondled the
pert ass.
Satisfied, Omi removed his fingers and brought them to Boruto’s crack. Rubbing
them up and down, Omi’s finger felt the tight heat of Boruto’s asshole which
twitched. Omi heard Boruto’s breath hitch as his arms wrapped around Omi’s
neck.
“Get rid of that belt,” Omi whispered into Boruto’s ear.
Nodding once, Boruto unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Omi pushed
the pants and boxers just enough to hang off of Boruto’s ass. With better
access, Omi pressed one finger into the tight asshole. Boruto clenched hard
against him.
Omi grinned. Craning his neck, Omi looked at Boruto’s bubble butt. Pushing
inwards at the small of Boruto’s back, Omi positioned Boruto to highlight the
slut’s butt. Adding another finger, Omi picked up the speed. He longed
desperately to get inside that tight heat.
Boruto mewled into Omi’s ear. Omi scissored Boruto’s opening with his two
fingers. Suddenly, Omi pulled out and pushed Boruto against the wall. Pulling
Boruto’s ass out, Omi slid his cock up and down the boy’s butt cleavage.
Opening the slut’s cheeks, Omi spit down only to rub it into the slut’s ass.
Hoping it was enough, Omi lined the head of his cock into the tight heat and
pushed in. Boruto’s hands scrambled against the wall looking for a hold.
Instead, the slid helplessly against the lacquered wood. Omi recognized the
problem. Looking around, Omi whiplashed his neck around the room looking for a
solution.
Grabbing Boruto by the hair and hip, he pushed the slut against the sink. But
the sink was too tall to make a good position. Turning Boruto around the room
again, Omi pushed Boruto against the toilet who used his outstretched hands to
hold himself up by the toilet’s tank.
From there, Omi, impatient, pushed his cock into the tight heat. A loud grin
ripped out of Boruto’s throat. Omi heaved once inside Boruto. The tight heat
suffocated Omi’s cock. It squeezed him mercilessly. With an effort, Omi pulled
out to the tip and pushed back in.
Starting slow, Omi picked up the speed. Boruto cried out with each thrust. Omi
moved one hand from Boruto’s hip to Boruto’s shoulder after pushing his shirt
and jacket up Boruto’s back. With a better grip, Omi picked up the pace even
more. The constriction against his cock brought waves of pleasure with each
push.
Boruto’s back collapsed downward. His forehead hovered out from the tank of the
toilet that his hands slid up and down. His chest heaved above the toilet. Omi
was glad that Boruto kept his ass up for Omi to keep fucking at his pleasure.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Eventually Omi’s thrusts became erratic. Clenching his teeth and eyes, Omi
sheathed completely with his balls resting against Boruto’s ass. From there,
Omi began humping the ass ruthlessly with small but rapid thrusts. Boruto
breathed heavily at each one with his eyes rolling up.
Omi’s balls pushed up against Boruto’s ass as semen rushed upwards. Cuming in
Boruto’s ass, a guttural sound ripped out of his throat. Boruto groaned
profoundly at the sensation of cum flowing up his ass. During the whole time,
Omi had ignored Boruto’s own cock which pushed pre-cum into his tented boxers.
Omi still ignored the fact.
Pulling out, Omi grinned at the sight of his cum seeping out of the gaping ass.
Boruto breathed deeply. The train jostled and both of them moved awkwardly
around the toilet. Over the announcer system, a message notified the passengers
that there had been a delay.
In response, Boruto looked over with sweaty bangs and asked, “Got friends?”
The next boy pushed the waiting Boruto against the wall. Chest-to-chest they
made-out, while the new boy fondled Boruto’s ass harshly. Boruto also soon
found his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles.
Without any warning, the boy grabbed the back’s of Boruto’s legs right above
the knees and lifted. Then, the boy’s dick suddenly impaled Boruto. Boruto
screamed before a hand was placed over his mouth. Tears welled in Boruto’s eyes
at the sharp pain.
Boruto temporarily rested against the wall and the boy’s thighs. Then, the boy
brought Boruto up only to slam him down on his dick. Boruto screamed once more
into the boy’s hand. The piercing feeling brought back the sensations of being
sawed in half by a dick.
Boruto’s wails softened as the boy continued his pace, picking up very
slightly. Boruto’s rock hard dick flapped wildly without support but like the
previous dude, no one cared. The process continued until Boruto reached new
heights to be slammed down with force.
Fully sheathed, the boy emptied his falls into Boruto’s abused hole. After the
boy regained his senses, he unceremoniously terminated his support of Boruto.
Unable to properly support himself on his wobbly legs, Boruto collapsed
shamefully to the ground.
The boy merely looked down and said, “Clean my dick, slut.”
And Boruto did so with his tongue. And then the boy put his clothes back on.
Before Boruto could clean himself, another boy walked in and looked down at
Boruto with a smirk. Boruto soon found himself grasping the lid of the toilet
already being fucked.
His legs stretched from his planted feet to keep his ass as high as possible in
the air. The pre-existing cum splashed and the gushing and sucking sounds
filled the room. Boruto could only moan at the abuse his used ass was taking
and his prostate. His dick slapped across Boruto’s legs and stomach oozing pre-
cum, but no one bothered with it.
Boruto felt the stream of cum rush up his face. The boy pulled out and washed
his dick and hands with the tall sink. Leaving, another boy soon entered.
Craning his neck around, Boruto saw a devious grin as the boy pushed up his
glasses with a harsh glare in the wash closet light. Cum dripped out of his ass
in the meantime.
Naruto’s eyes fluttered open. He saw his wife and daughter and grinned.
“You have a good nap,” Hinata asked.
Naruto stretched his legs and arms in the cabin, “Yep! Oh, I need to go to the
restroom.”
“Get Boruto while you are at it for lunch,” Hinata called out.
Naruto waved his hand behind his back. Walking through the train cars, Naruto’s
senses for his son got warmer. It took him forever to learn the Uzumaki trait
from his cousin, Karin, but he persevered to know it. Of course, its only use
and training came from tracking his son.
Coming up to an empty train car, he saw a kid waiting outside a wash closet
looking nervous and excited. Naruto clearly sensed his son inside and waited.
Guess he needed to go to the restroom too. The other boy scratched his cheek
and shifted in his shoes. Naruto merely raised an eyebrow.
Before long, a boy, other than Boruto, exited the room oozing self-satisfaction
and pride. Then, the boy looked at Naruto and started to walk quickly away from
the room. Naruto pinched his nose as the waiting boy scurried away.
Growing impatient from his son not exiting the room and seeing other boys
notice him and leave, Naruto entered the wash closet. He whistled at the sight.
Boruto’s pants, jacket, shirt, and belt had all been cleverly and masterfully
arranged as bondage to restrain Boruto’s arms and legs, while holding Boruto’s
ass up.
‘At least someone found a use for that giant fucking belt,’ Naruto thought. ‘He
must have gotten the idea from Sasuke somehow.’
Boruto’s ass held up above the toilet. His knees rested against the toilet
seat’s lid. His torso and head angled downwards into the toilet bowl. Peering
over Boruto’s ass, Naruto saw that Boruto’s bright blue and yellow-stripped
boxers had been used as an impromptu gag. They were soaked in Boruto’s saliva.
Then, Naruto’s eyes drifted and stared at the main attraction. His son’s red
ass had massive quantities of cum trickling out of his gapping asshole. Cum
furthermore covered Boruto’s ass, lower back, upper thighs, and really all over
Boruto’s body with the higher concentration surrounding the epicenter of
Boruto’s twitching and dripping hole. Naruto saw an air bubble pop in the cum
overfilling his son’s rectal cavity.
Naruto began reading the numerous kanji letters written with black sharpie all
over his son’s ass. ‘Cum dump.’ ‘Public use.’ ‘Free toilet.’ ‘Boy pussy’ with a
helpful arrow. ‘Free fleshlight’ was a new one. ‘Cum slut.’ ‘Cock sleeve.’
‘Fuck toy.’ ‘Feed me’ with another helpful arrow. Naruto raised his eyebrow at
the impressive amount of tally marks to the side of Boruto’s reddened right
cheek.
Naruto sighed out loud. Pulling his dick out of the zipper and the fold in his
boxers, Naruto approached his cum-dump of a son. Naruto rubbed his dick hard
watching the cum slowly flood out Boruto’s abused ass. Naruto re-read the text
and counted the tally marks, as his hand pumped faster.
It did not take long for Naruto to shoot ropes of cum from the back of Boruto’s
skull and hair to his ass. Watching his cum mix with many other strangers,
Naruto grinned. As the last few squirts landed on his hand, Naruto wiped it on
a nearby paper towel. Naruto grabbed the black sharpie on the sink and added a
tally mark.
With a thought of inspiration, Naruto wrote on Boruto’s lower back, ‘Dirty but
tight. 4/5’.
Capping and putting the sharpie back, Naruto gripped his dick and started to
pee on his cum-dump of a son. Boruto wrestled against the bonds and growled
into his boxers gag. Naruto’s clear stream washed Boruto’s back and the back of
his head.
At a new angle, Naruto’s piss washed Boruto’s ass. Naruto focused the remainder
at his son’s asshole. Naruto smirked at the sight of the stream pushing ever so
slightly against the cum before barely spraying up. Naruto’s cock got a little
hard at the sight of cum streaming out and down Boruto’s balls.
With a few last shakes, Naruto zipped himself up and washed his hands. Naruto
gave on last smile at the sight and left the room. Naruto winked at the queue
that had formed and went back to his seat on the massively delayed train.
Naruto ensured his wife that Boruto was already full and would not be joining
them for lunch.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Days later
Atsu stopped with the crowd in front of him. His big form and that of his
brother Batsu shadowed over the rest of his class. They all looked at the giant
obelisk in front of them.
“As you can see, this is the monument to the losses of the Fourth Great War,”
the tour guide continued.
Batsu leaned over, “I hear the Hokage’s son is a total slut.”
Atsu chuckled, “I heard he let a whole train use him as a cum dump once.”
“Maybe he is just looking for something he can’t get, if you know what I mean?”
Batsu continued with a wink.
Atsu smiled, “You read my mind, brother-mine.”
The brothers from the Hidden Village in the Clouds stared at the blonde tour
guide’s pert ass. It fit snugly in a pair of black pants. Atsu could not wait
to see it around the blonde’s ankles. The tour continued along with Atsu’s
imagination.
“And that sums up the basic tour of the Hidden Village in the Leaves. If you
have any questions, I will be standing by to answer them,” Boruto said with a
smile to the class from Clouds.
As the group dispersed in adolescent disinterest, Atsu nudged his brother with
his elbow. Receiving the message, his brother followed him up to the blonde.
The both of them entered a little beyond the small blonde’s personal bubble to
highlight the size differential.
With a gentle smile across his ebony face, Atsu said, “It’s not really a
question about the tour, but my brother and I were just wondering if you wanted
to chill at our hotel room?”
Boruto stared at the two pitch-black giants. He had absolutely no idea how two
brothers a year younger than him could be so big. They were like children in
adults bodies, and their presence sent a tingle up his spine.
With a chuckle, Boruto started to rub the back of his hair, “I suppose I’m
free. Sure. Why not?”
Atsu and Batsu smiled revealing their perfect and large white teeth.
In the hotel room, Boruto looked around the rather basic double-bed set-up. Two
large duffle bags laid haphazardly on the ground along with an assortment of
clean and dirty clothes.
“Here, let me take your coat,” Batsu said as he outstretched his large hands.
Boruto grinned nervously, “Of course.”
Without his signature jacket, Boruto felt a little cold only in his pink v-
neck. Batsu laid the black red-pinstripe jacket nicely over the chair in the
corner. Meanwhile, Atsu rubbed both his hands up Boruto’s arms, giving a
squeeze at the top.
“Eh, so strong,” Atsu said, highlighting the muscular differential between the
two.
Boruto shivered under the strong hands. Soon the hands travelled down his back
and firmly grabbed the entirety of his ass and played with it gently like
playdoo. The sensation relaxed Boruto into the hands that played so strongly
with his rear. Boruto slightly opened his mouth staring at the ebony giant that
dominated his vision.
By now, Batsu returned at started to rub up against the front of Boruto with
his equally large hands. Boruto stared at him the whole time. His eyes became
half-lidded. Boruto simultaneously felt trapped but extremely eager. It was all
moving so fast.
With a glance between the two brothers, they kneeled. Atsu from behind started
to unbuckle Boruto’s belt, while Batsu looked up at Boruto with a smile. Boruto
could only be mesmerized. Without the oversized belt, Boruto’s pants loosened
and soon pooled at his ankles. Already in his shirt and boxers, Boruto’s cock
stirred. Soon his blue cloud boxers joined the pile. His cock and balls hanged
out in the air, partially covered by his shirt.
The openness caused Boruto to feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Rough, large
hands caressed his naked skin. Boruto breathed deeply and let the hands have
their ways with his lightly-tanned and young skin. The four hands naturally
found the way to his ass and groped.
Boruto looked down at Batsu. Batsu grinned up at him and brought his mouth to
Boruto’s flaccid dick and started to suck. Boruto’s breath hitched. Thick
fingers stretched his cheeks and begin to play with his hole. Large finger pads
brushed surprisingly gentle across his sensitive skin.
And it soon hitched again when hot breath brushed against his opened hole.
Boruto gasped loudly when the tip of a rough tongue poked his entrance. Boruto
exhaled loudly at the new sensation. With the aid of the fingers still
stretching his ass cheeks and asshole, Atsu’s tongue darted in. And out. And in
to twirl inside Boruto’s anal cavity, stretching it playfully.
His dick hardened immediately. Batsu sucked it whole with ease. Boruto groaned
out loud from the depth of his thin chest. The sensation of a tongue in his ass
and his dick in the mouth caused his body to quake. He breathed loudly as the
two Cloud students rocked his sexual world. He had been so used to hard cocks
in his ass he never even thought of the possibilities.
Boruto’s mind started to haywire, and his form began to lose control despite
his trainings. The brothers showed no mercy though. Boruto’s naked form
quivered with a shock as his balls, resting on a chin, emptied his cum straight
down the foreigner’s throat. The tongue in his ass went into overdrive as a
finger externally poked his prostate.
Boruto doubled over with his stomach resting firmly against Batsu’s head. His
hands against the broad and giant shoulders. With a chuckle, the two brothers
released their support of Boruto who collapsed to the ground with liquid bones.
They stood up to look at their handiwork. The Hokage’s son sprawled naked on
the floor of their cheap hotel with his spent cock resting against the carpet,
breathing deep as he quivered from the intense orgasm that still rocked his
body. The two still fully-clothed students grinned at each other giving a quick
high five.
Boruto’s eyes regained focus on the two brothers. He lifted himself up from his
arms only to have his chest still rest against the floor. Boruto quickly
realized his position relative to theirs. Seeing their fully-clothed state,
shame rushed through Boruto. Lifting himself up some more, Boruto looked
straight up at them.
Rather than pleading and begging to give pleasure, Boruto pushed through the
middle-man. He rushed up to his knees. Having to crane his neck up, Boruto
rubbed his hands across both brother’s clothed cocks. Leaning to the side,
Boruto licked the pants feeling a hardening cock underneath. Suddenly, Boruto
switched to the Atsu’s cock.
A black hand grabbed the golden locks slightly and pushed them to his brother’s
cock. Boruto received the message. He kissed, licked, and open-mouthed sucked
Batsu’s groin area. Boruto wished he could gyrate his body to be sexy-like, but
he had to be as tall as possible just to reach the clothed cock.
Boruto picked up speed. He knew what he looked like in this moment. A slut
squirming on the ground for cock, but Boruto had to make it up. After what they
just did to him, after that orgasm, he could not just get up and leave. It
would be beyond rude and go against his pride. So, instead of still kneeling on
the ground begging for them to use him, he decided to cut the middle man and
get right to it.
Boruto’s tongue found a thick shaft stretching to the right of his pants. He
shoved his whole face into the pants. He nuzzled his face into the groin from
below. His opened mouth glided up and down the snake in the pants.
Boruto widened his naked legs, letting his dick and balls dangle between his
legs. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and stuck his tongue all the way
out. He lapped at the cock without bringing his tongue back into his mouth. He
panted like a dog for the cock. The size of it in the stretchy pants would have
made Boruto anxious if we was not just so desperate for it. His pride demanded
it.
Batsu merely smirked down with a side-look to his brother. They had the
Hokage’s son naked and panting on the carpet for their cocks. The slut wanted
to be filled with the cock’s of the boys that broke Boruto’s mind with an
earth-shattering orgasm. The brothers both knew that they could take the
whiskered-blonde any and every way possible. And they planned too.
But in order to enjoy all possibilities, some had to be completed before others
to savor the moment. So the brothers stretched the moment. The cock-slut in
their room has performed so well on his own initiative that they might let him
play himself. Currently, the whore was stretching his tight asshole with both
hands while panting like a dog in front of them, looking at each brother with
begging blue eyes.
Boruto’s eyes rushed between the two as he maintained the position. Neither
moved a muscle. Heat flushed Boruto’s face in embarrassment as neither took up
his offer. They just continued to tower over him, fully clothed to his naked
person, from his low position on their floor. Boruto felt broken by the
rejection. And unbelievably turned on by the silent challenge.
Releasing his ass, Boruto crawled closer to Batsu. His hands sneaked up his
loose trousers. Reaching the waistband, Boruto pulled them down slowly to
marvel at the muscular thighs and the impressive beast hidden by a white jock-
strap. The cock rested and erect to the side with an awe-inspiring impression.
Boruto gulped at the sight as a lone bead of sweat dripped down the side of his
face.
Boruto used both hands the play with Batsu’s cock. Boruto mouthed it. He sucked
the tip of it. Batsu watched the slut go to work. Boruto eventually pulled the
dick out. It flopped out all of a sudden to a loud gasp of surprise by Boruto.
Boruto stared intently at the cock before looking up incredulity at Batsu and
back to the cock.
With a deep breath, Boruto kissed the tip and starting kissing down the sides,
up the top, and down the underside. Boruto sucked on one of the balls, nudging
his head against the massive cock. He had no idea how to handle so much man-
meat. The weight of the cock seemingly caused it to tilt to the side and down,
rather than straight and narrow.
Undeterred, Boruto licked all around the cock. Batsu stopped Boruto by grabbing
his hair. With Boruto’s tongue hanging out of his mouth in front of the dick,
Batsu used his other hand to slap Boruto’s whiskered-face with his cock. Boruto
let it all happen with ease, eager to please. He let his whole face be
dominated by the outrageously large, foreign cock in a cheap hotel room. He
even went along outstretching his tongue and reaching out to lick the cock.
Eventually, Boruto faux-wrestled the cock with his mouth and was sucking the
tip with gusto. His tongue slid up and down the cock’s tip, as his lips were
stretched over the thickness of the cock. Boruto’s loud sucks filled the room.
His blonde head started to go further down the cock, past the head.
Batsu looked down at the blonde head pumping up and down his cock with such
energy. Blue eyes stared up. Red lips, stretched thin, struggled. Noises
emitted deep from Boruto’s tortured mouth. The cock’s width and height formed
tears in Boruto’s stubborn eyes. Batsu merely watched the slut struggle with
his cock.
Small hands wrapped around Batsu’s meat and pumped in rhythm with Boruto’s
sucks. Batsu was witnessing the Hokage’s son milk his cock for his cum. Both
arms pumping up and down with a blonde head bobbing up and down. The image
before him struck his primal urges. Batsu’s breath began to pick up. Boruto
never ceased in his attempts to conquer his throat and, thus, the cock.
Boruto’s hands travelled under Batsu’s vest feeling the muscular definition.
The whole sensation reminded him of his training times with his dad. The giant,
huge cock stretching his mouth wide-open and gagging his throat. His eagerness
to please. The solid muscle under his finger tips.
He had yet to feel that since his time back. No one had surpassed or even come
par with his dad. They obviously stopped training, as Boruto had learned the
basics and even some expert-level moves in the process. He needed to go out and
make his own mark through experience. His dad opened the door for him, it was
time for Boruto to walk in.
Boruto pressed his whole body upwards and into Batsu from his kneeling
position. The arc in his spine naturally highlighted his ass. Boruto slowed
down his movements making them slower but deeper and longer. Boruto maintained
eye-contact the whole time. Boruto planned to make love to this cock.
Still fully dressed, Atso grinned at the scene of his twin brother getting his
dick sucked off. Not only that but by the Hokage’s son. Moreover, he was a
total and complete slut! He was on his knees pumping with both hands a cock
deeper and deeper down his mouth. All the while Batsu watched his cock
disappear further and further down the slut before him.
Boruto kept up with it before taking the dick out of his mouth. Boruto used his
saliva as lubricant as his hands twisted up and down the cock. Boruto lifted it
and rested it against his face, as his tongue reached out and lathered the base
of the cock. The rough hairs tickled his nose.
Boruto had not sucked a dick like this since his fathers. He knew he could do
it because he did it to his father. For some reason though, he was having
trouble getting it down. Boruto gained his stubbornness from his father. He
would not stop until his lips touched Batsu’s balls. Regaining his confidence,
Boruto went back to kissing and then sucking Batsu’s thick dick.
Sucks and slurps and gag noises filled the room as the two brothers continued
to watch the blonde slut work. Boruto kept up the work feeling the large cock
penetrate deeper and deeper down his mouth and throat, filling and widening
him. Blood pumped to Boruto’s cock at the sensation.
Batsu’s breath began to shorten. Thick fingers grasped Boruto’s hair a little
harder. Boruto kept going down the cock ready for his reward. The fingers held
Boruto’s skull still for a moment as Batsu pulled out before Batsu pushed his
waist into Boruto’s face, the dick sliding down Boruto’s throat. Batsu grinned
at Boruto who still maintained eye contact before pulling out and pushing in
again. And again. And again.
Atsu’s cock stirred at the sight of his twin brother face-fucking the Hokage’s
son. The slut kept his jaw practically unhinged so that Batsu could keep
shoving his cock down his throat. Pre-cum leaked from Boruto’s tip. Saliva and
pre-cum poured out of Boruto’s outstretched mouth and down his chin, to drip on
his thin chest.
Suddenly, cum burst out of Batsu’s cock as he pushed Boruto all the way down
his cock. Boruto’s nose tickled at the coarse hairs in his face. His eyes
rolled slightly back from the angle. Boruto’s cock twitched as cum poured
straight into his stomach, heating his body. Batsu pulled his dick slowly out.
Boruto felt the first taste at the back of his tongue before another load
filled his mouth.
Another spurt unloaded right in front of Boruto’s mouth. Boruto let the cock
drag his tongue out and hang limply out of his mouth. Cum poured out of the
sides from the unswallowed previous wads. A large burst creamed Boruto’s face,
forcing him to close both eyes. Another in his hair. Another on his chest.
Kneeling on the hotel room carpet, Boruto remained in his kneeling position,
naked, as a Cloud ninja student covered him in cum. Precum flowed freely from
Boruto’s erection. Atsu’s cock pressed hardly against his pants. Batsu panted
loudly at the sight. Atsu suddenly and rapidly approached the two.
Boruto turned his blind head towards the noise of a zipper going down. Soon,
large hands grabbed him by his armpits and pushed his back against the side of
the nearby bed. Atsu’s rock hard and giant cock poked Boruto’s recently closed
mouth. Immediately, Boruto opened his mouth and throat as Atsu shoved it down
without mercy or remorse. Boruto immediately gagged as cum bubbled out of the
side of his mouth, draining down his already slick chin.
Atsu’s large fingers grabbed Boruto’s skull, as he rammed his waist over and
over into Boruto’s mouth causing cum and spit to fly. Tears naturally
percolated from how wide Boruto’s mouth was stretched. Boruto held on to Atsu’s
ass, the muscles tightening and loosening, in mirror with Atsu’s thrusts. Atsu
hanged his head back with his eyes shut close in bliss as the tight throat
enveloped and squeezed his cock with such heat.
Batsu watched as he brother fucked Boruto’s head. Atsu reclined the blonde head
against the back of the bed, keeping it still, as he thoroughly and roughly
fucked it. Boruto’s cock began streaming even more pre-cum from the assertive
actions. It did not take long for Atsu to reach his limit from the tight heat
of Boruto’s throat. From the angle, Batsu could see the definite stretching of
the throat as Atsu pushed his big black cock down it.
Almost as quickly as it started, Atsu blew his load. First he blew it all over
Boruto’s face before shoving it down his throat. Boruto felt the heat of cum
return to his face and back in his gut. His cock twitched at the heat. His hair
stuck even more to his scalp from the hands in his hair and the cum.
Atsu staggered back a few steps from the powerful orgasm. The twin brothers
glanced at each other sidewise once, before looking back down at Boruto
kneeling in front of them with his back to the bed, covered in their combined
cum. They noticed Boruto’s painfully hard cock leaked precum on to the hotel
carpet.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Atsu asked Batsu.
As Boruto waited patiently with the hot cum drying on his body, the two played
rock, paper, scissors. Batsu won. He ordered Boruto to get his stomach on the
bed. After Boruto climbed up blindly, Batsu smirked at the pert, sun-kissed ass
staring up at him. Boruto placed his knees under him and to the side on the
bed.
“Finger yourself with our cum,” Batsu said.
Boruto heard the order and complied. One hand stretched his ass cheek out, as
the other collected cum from his face and mouth. Soon, the other hand flirted
with his rosebud before entering one finger and then another. With two fingers,
Boruto started to finger himself in front of the two students that just face-
fucked him. Boruto groaned when he hit his prostate along with the fantasies
playing in his head.
Batsu approached the sight and ran his cock up and down his saliva-slicken
dick. Pushing Boruto’s hands and fingers to the side, Batsu lined his dick up
with Boruto’s hole that Boruto still held open with both hands. Slowly, Batsu
pushed his whole dick into the sun-kissed ass, while Boruto let loose a long
moan the whole time.
Batsu clinched his teeth against the tight heat that consumed his cock. Boruto
clinched his teeth as the cock impaled him. Boruto felt like the cock would rip
him in half. All the same sensations he first had with his father. And Boruto
loved it. Going slowly, Batsu rocked his body against Boruto’s ass before
pulling the dick out a little and pushing it back in. Boruto kept his mouth
open in a silent moan the whole time.
Batsu picked up the speed. Boruto’s toes crinkled and his legs spread even
further out. His lower back lowered to the bed. Soon Batsu was fucking Boruto’s
ass with the bouncy effect from the bed that Boruto rested completely against.
One of Boruto’s legs hanged awkwardly out and twitched every now and then.
Batsu’s cock continued to destroy Boruto’s small ass.
Boruto’s cock slipped out backwards from his ass, leaking precum. Boruto was
continually groaning and moaning the whole time. Batsu removed his vice-like
grip from Boruto’s ass and placed both hands against the bed on each side of
Boruto’s face. Boruto laid his head on one side that moved up and down the bed
with each thrust, his mouth open and cum staining the bed. Boruto’s whole body
seemed to be pushed into the bed with each thrust.
As Batsu continued to pound into Boruto’s tight ass, Atsu kneeled on to the bed
in front of Boruto. Atsu bragged Boruto by the back of his hair and pulled his
face up. Getting the message, Boruto started to suck Atsu off again, moaning
down the cock with each thrust. At the same time, Boruto held open his ass
cheeks with both hands.
As Batsu shoved his cock deep into Boruto’s ass, Atsu shoved his cock deep down
Boruto’s throat. The twins brutally continued to pump Boruto with their giant
black cocks. Boruto the whole time stretched his ass out and opened his throat.
In no time, Batsu piled into Boruto on more time before maintaining the
position as his cock unloaded his second wad deep into Boruto’s ass.
The sensation of hot semen gushing into his ass, while another giant cock used
his throat as a sleeve overloaded Boruto. His cock that laid neglected on the
bed, behind his ass, busted, with streams of cum shooting down the bed and even
some on the carpet. The orgasm that rocked Boruto’s body naturally tightened
his throat with erratic swallowing, sending Atsu over the edge, with more cum
dumping into Boruto’s stomach.
All three students breathed deeply in post-coitus. The twins removed their cum-
slicken cocks from Boruto who remained in his prone position. They both looked
down to see cum dripping out of his mouth and ass and on to the covers of the
hotel bed. They moreover saw the river of cum originating from Boruto’s spent
cock. With a look, they flipped Boruto on his back and around, cum dripping out
of Boruto.
Atsu opened Boruto’s legs and pushed them back, elevating and opening Boruto’s
ass. Boruto’s head hanged limply from the side of the bed, upside-down. Batsu
rested his half-flaccid giant cock against Boruto’s face. Half-heartedly Boruto
opened his mouth at the feeling, causing cum to flow with the new direction of
gravity up Boruto’s face. Suddenly and without warning, Atsu shoved his newly-
erect cock into Boruto’s ass.
Immediately, a moan ripped from Boruto’s throat opening his mouth wider.
Moreover, the cock in his ass revived Boruto’s own dick. The sight and sounds
also resulted in Batsu’s cock growing. With the erection preventing Batsu from
resting his cock against Boruto’s cum-covered fact, Batsu repositioned himself
with a slight squat and angled his cock.
Grabbing the sides of Boruto’s face to hold it steady, Batsu shoved it down the
used throat. Cum pushed out of the sides from the increased pressure. Batsu
watched his cock disappear in Boruto’s mouth to reappear as a giant outline in
Boruto’s throat. Wet, smacking sounds filled the hotel room, as two big black
cocks entered into two cum-filled holes. The twins proceeded to once more use
the Hokage’s son as a cum dump to fuck without consideration.
Boruto felt stretched and filled and used. Cum practically covered and filled
him. Cocks entered his mouth and ass as they pleased. His prostate was abused,
since the giant cock could not miss it with its giant girth and length. His
erect cock flopped mindlessly on his stomach and thighs. All the while Boruto
held his own legs up by his head that was being mindlessly fucked with cum
pouring down his face and up his nose and over his closed eyes.
Every now and then when the twin brother’s synced, a burst of heaven erupted in
Boruto’s head. When the two cocks fully delved into his throat and ass, fully
stuffing him. When a pair of heavy balls tickled his forehead, while another
slapped harshly and dominatingly against his own. When Boruto felt so
completely and wholly dominated; the two cocks literally breaking his mind.
The twins continued to pump into Boruto. Before long, they were both emptying
their loads into Boruto. They kept their dicks in the cum dump the whole time.
Mischievously, the twins picked Boruto up, stuffed with their cocks, and stood
in between the hotel twin beds. Boruto’s stomach still faced the ceiling. While
the twins were standing, Boruto hanged limply between them with his knees and
elbows wrapped around the respective twin’s muscular thighs. Fully situated,
the brothers resumed fucking Boruto’s mind out, cum sputtering out of his cock-
stuffed holes.
After a while, they came inside Boruto once more. Still hanging between them,
cum sputtered in a mess from Boruto’s mouth and ass on to the hotel carpet.
When they finished dumping their cum into Boruto, they flipped Boruto over such
that his stomach faced the floor. Additionally, Atsu and Batsu switched
positions. As their cocks regained blood flow, they resumed to impale Boruto
from both sides with their giant dicks.
Over the next few hours, the twin ninja students from Cloud repeated the
process of fucking Boruto from one position, cumming inside of him, and then
changing to a new position to repeat the process all over again. In the next
position, Atsu impaled Boruto with his cock, as Batsu stood on the bed. With
Boruto’s back flush against Atsu’s chest, Batsu shoved his mouth into Boruto’s
face that he pulled forward. And so they repeated the process.
In the end, Boruto laid sprawled on the cheap hotel carpet in a semi-dried pool
of cum. His ass continuously expelling a tiny stream of cum down his balls. His
open mouth twisted in a permanent ahegao drooled cum, as one side of his
whiskered face rested against the wet and sticky carpet. Fully-dressed, Batsu
unceremoniously stepped over the used cum dump on his way out the door.
Atsu asked at the door, “I wonder who the new tour guide will be?”
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