Training Retreat
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.'