Little Boy, Becoming Daddy’s Cum Dumpster (Unexpected Touches) – Pt. 1

Picked up by an old man, Tommy touched his first adult cock. He also learned, he was supposed to touch his daddy’s cock… and do other things, too.

“There are nasty perverts out there,” his daddy had warned him. “They do naughty things to little boys.”

Tommy knew he shouldn’t be hitchhiking, but he wanted to join his friends at the Park. The small 14 year old boy stood on the side of the road, extending his thumb in the air. A large black car slowed, pulling off the road as it approached.
“Hi little one,” a man in his early 60 said with a friendly smile. “Need a ride?”

Tommy nodded, climbing into the front seat. Though his daddy had told scary stories about what some men do to young boys, it was obvious this nice man wasn’t one of those men.

Staring out the windshield, Tommy suddenly noticed an odd movement from the corner of his left eye. The old man’s hand seemed to be… bouncing in his lap.
Tommy’s eyes moved cautiously toward the peculiar motion. Keeping his head stationary, he couldn’t see exactly what was happening. However, it appeared the man’s… cock, was in his hand!

Tommy had never seen a man’s hard shaft. He’d only seen his daddy’s limp cock a couple times.
Staring through the front glass, the little boy’s eyes strained to see what the old man was doing.

“My name’s Irwin,” the man announced with a grandfatherly tone. “What yours, son?”
“Tommy,” the little boy mumbled, his head turning slightly toward the movement. He stared at the man’s hand sliding up and down over his hard cock.

“That’s a cute name,” Irwin said. Then with a gentle tone, he asked, “Have you ever seen a man’s hard cock… maybe your daddy’s?”
Tommy head shook. “No… I never….”

“Really?” Irwin asked with pretend astonishment. “A little boy as sweet as you… and your daddy hasn’t ever shown you his cock? He’s never had you touch it?”
Tommy’s head wobbled side-to-side.

“When my little boy was your age,” Irwin exclaimed, “he was already doing lots of things with mine. Good daddies always let their sons touch… their cocks.”
Tommy’s eyes focused on the man’s bobbing hand. “I’ve never… touched one,” he stammered.

“Goodness Sakes,” Irwin chucked, “that’s not right. You’ve touched yours… haven’t you?”
With an immature giggle, Tommy nodded. “But it’s not like… yours.”
“Sure it is,” Irwin casually corrected the small boy. “Mine is bigger, but that’s the only difference. Reach over here, wrap your fingers around mine. It’s just like yours.”

Tommy’s left arm moved timidly toward the hard 6” shaft. His tiny fingers slid around the warm flesh.
“Ummmm, that’s a good boy,” Irwin moaned, enjoying the tender touch of the young hand. “Now, gently grip it and pump up and down.”

Hesitantly, Tommy’s hand tightened around Irwin’s cock. A droplet of clear liquid oozed from the tip, smearing down the hard shaft as the little boy’s hand gripped the warm meat.
Irwin had been wrong, Tommy realized. The big shaft didn’t feel anything like his hairless 3” cock. It was… mysterious, wonderful and made his tummy quiver with… unfamiliar excitement.

Reaching behind Tommy, Irwin’s fingers cupped the boy’s small head. “My son, did what every good son does… for their daddy.” Gently pulling Tommy’s left shoulder to his side, Irwin positioned the boy’s face above his throbbing shaft.
“Do you see that glistening liquid?” Irwin asked, holding Tommy’s mouth near the head of his cock.

“Um Hum,” Tommy nodded.
“That’s what I gave my little boy,” Irwin manipulatively moaned. “Your daddy has it for you. I’m surprised he hasn’t let you drink it, yet.” Pressing against the back of Tommy’s head, Irwin pushed the boy’s lips onto the oozing precum. “Maybe,” Irwin continued, with a lustful manipulative tone, “your daddy doesn’t think you’ve been a good boy. Only good little boys get to swallow cum.”

“I am!” Tommy announced, “I’m always a good boy.”
“Show me,” Irwin moaned, sliding the head of his cock into the little boy’s mouth. “Show me what you’ll do for… your daddy.” The old man’s shaft slid across Tommy’s tongue as Irwin eased the boy’s thin lips 3” lower.

Rocking his hips upward, Irwin tenderly molested the little boy’s virgin mouth. The old man knew the first cum Tommy should taste was his daddy’s. However, Irwin also knew he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to feed a virgin tummy, its first load.
Tommy’s father should have trained his son. It was his daddy’s fault, the first mouthful of warm goo the innocent boy would taste, would be that of a stranger.

Irwin held Tommy’s left cheek against his stomach. Minutes passed as he slowly fucked…molested the little mouth. “Swaaaaallow my… cuuuuuum,” the old man suddenly moaned.

Tommy didn’t understand what was happening. The hard cock, which slid between his lips began to wiggle. Thick liquid gushed from it, running over Tommy’s tongue and into his cheeks. Strange fluid shot into his throat.

“Goooood booooy,” Irwin moaned, holding Tommy’s mouth around his erupting shaft. “Drink it all, little one.”
Tommy swallowed. His hand continued to pump the man’s hard cock, not realizing he was bring more cum into his mouth.

When the streams of deviant goo stopped, Irwin held the little boy’s head stationary. He wanted his cock to soften inside Tommy’s mouth.

Minutes later, as they approached the Park, Irwin let Tommy’s lips slide from his limp shaft. Wiping a droplet of saliva from the boy’s chin, Irwin said softly, “Thank you son. I hope you do that to your daddy… tonight. It’s what every good little boy should do.”

Tommy watched Irwin drive away. ‘Was that what his daddy had warned him about?’ he wondered. ‘Was that the nasty thing men did to small boys?’
Tommy shrugged. ‘It hadn’t been bad. It’d been sort of… exciting.’ Then, with uncertain speculation, he asked himself, ‘Does daddy really want to do that to me?’

Joining his friends on the playground, Tommy wondered, ‘Would daddy… cum… in my mouth, too?’

Hours later, Tommy sat next to his father on the couch.
Wade asked his son, “How’d you get to the Park today?”

Tommy hesitated, knowing he shouldn’t have hitchhiked. “Daddy, don’t be mad,” he began, “I just wanted to play with my friends.”
Wade hugged his son, chuckling, “Why would I be mad?”

“I… got a ride with… a stranger,” Tommy mumbled. “His name was Irwin, and he was a nice man.”
“Tommy!” Wade exclaimed, “That’s dangerous. What if he’d…?”

A cute grin crossed the boy’s face, interrupting his father’s question. “He didn’t do anything bad. We talked and he told me some things and showed me some….”
“What’d he show you?” Wade asked, fearing the worst.

“His... ah… like mine,” Tommy bashfully replied. “His pants was open and his… you know, like what you and me have… it was out of his pants. He had me… touch it.”

Wade’s face flushed with anger and distress. A stranger, an old man, had molested his son. “Did he make you do anything else?”
Shyly, Tommy nodded. “He showed me what a little boys should do for his daddy. He said it’s what all daddies want to do to their sons.”

Wade’s body shook uncontrollable, wanting and not wanting to know what the pervert had done to his baby boy. “What… did he… force you to do?”
“No daddy,” Tommy giggled, “Irwin is a nice man. He didn’t force me. He helped me to know what to do for you.”

Tommy’s right hand patted against the front of his father’s jeans.
“Irwin’s… cock,” the little boy giggle again, “was hard and I held it and rubbed it. Then, he told me good little boys drink the stuff… he called it… cum… when it shots out.”

“He told you that?” Wade gasped, imagining his son’s hand sliding down a deviant’s molesting shaft. “He didn’t… you didn’t… taste his…!”
A proud smile creased the sweet boy’s innocent face. “He put the top part of his cock in my mouth and some gooey stuff… I guess it was the cum, shot onto my tongue. Irwin told me to swallow it. So I did.”

“Tommy,” Wade groaned, hugging his son’s tiny body close to his chest. “I’m soooo soooorrrry that happened to you.”

With his head and shoulder wrapped in his father’s protective arms, the little boy’s muffled voice exclaimed, “It’s OK, daddy. I liked it. I didn’t know you wanted to do that to me.” His right hand, still touching the front of his father’s jeans, Tommy gently squeezed. “Do you want me to do that for you, daddy?” he asked. “Irwin said it’s what good little boys do.”

Wade’s mind flooded with contradictory thoughts and images. He was Tommy’s daddy, he needed to protect his son from the demented perverts who’d molest his naïve little boy. However, even as his loving arms held his son close, his cock twitched against his son’s tender touch.

Wade’s wife refused to suck his cock. Here, sitting on the couch next to him, was his small son, offering to do just that. Wade knew it was wrong. It was incest, the most depraved action a daddy could… inflict on his precious baby boy.

“Daddy… it’s growing,” Tommy said. “That’s how Irwin’s was when I touched it… when he put it in my mouth.” Wiggling from his father’s loving arms, Tommy looked up into his daddy’s eyes. “I want to be a good boy. Can I do what Irwin showed me? Will you put your… cock in my mouth and pump your… cum in there too?”

“Tommy… I,” Wade stammered, his resolve was rapidly fading away. “If I do, you can’t ever tell your mommy.”
“It’s a special secret,” the little boy exclaimed.

“That’s right, honey,” Wade replied, sliding his zipper down. Raising his ass cheeks from the couch cushion, he pushed his jeans to his knees. “A daddy and son secret.”
“Do you want me to do what I did to Irwin?” the young boy asked.

Wade’s right hand caressed the back of Tommy’s head, guiding the little boy’s face toward the nearly orgasmic 7” shaft. “Yes, honey. Show me what you did… to Irwin.” His fatherly anger had subsided. An old man had molested his little boy hours earlier. But that same old man had opened a doorway, for Wade to have a live-in cum dumpster.

If Wade couldn’t cum in his wife’s mouth, his eager little boy’s throat would suffice. Perhaps, with training, his son’s lips, mouth and… tight throat… would be even better.

Wade pushed gently against the back of Tommy’s head, guiding his lips to the tip of his precum oozing shaft. “Shoooow meeeeee,” he groaned, sliding his little boy’s mouth over his incestuous meat.

Tommy’s tongue wiggled along the side of his daddy’s cock. His lips opened wider than they had on Irwin’s. It’d never occurred to the young boy that not all men’s cocks were the same. His daddy’s was longer and bigger around.

“Ohhhhh Toooommy,” Wade moaned, lifting his hips toward his son’s mouth. The head of his cock bumped against the boy’s throat opening as 4” of the loving shaft slipped between his son’s lips. “Deeeeper, Tommy. Push your mouth down over daddy’s cock.”

Wade’s hand slid down his son’s right arm, moving the boy’s tiny fingers up to his large hanging sack. “Gently son,” Wade instructed, “Fondle daddy’s balls while you suck... my coooooock.”

The added tender touch of his little boy’s hand, pushed Wade’s orgasm to the point of no return. His thick shaft jerked between Tommy’s lips as the head pressed into his tiny throat.
“Toooooommy… swaaaaaaalloooow,” Wade groaned, his cum shooting into his son’s mouth.

Tommy’s lips tightened around his daddy’s erupting cock. His small fingers slid up the exposed 3” of his daddy’s shaft. Pumping his index finger and thumb around the base of his father’s huge gushing pole, Tommy helped his daddy shot cum into his eager mouth.

Wade held his baby boy’s lips around his incestuous pole. Streams of warm goo erupted from the tip, filling then overflowing his son’s cheeks.
“Tooommy… pleeeease,” Wade begged with fatherly compassion, “Drink daddy’s cum.” His cock jerked upward into his squirming son’s small mouth. “Yesssss… soooo gooooood.”

A few seconds later, Wade pulled Tommy’s lips from his semi-hard cock. Attempting to move his son to a sitting position, the little boy resisted.

“No daddy,” Tommy objected. “Irwin told me I should keep my mouth on your cock until it got really soft.” Moving his face back to the shrinking shaft, the little boy’s mouth opened wide. Wiggling his lips around the soft flesh, he pulled the limp meat back into his mouth.
His tiny lips massaged the base of his daddy’s shaft, his tongue pushing against the hidden cum-filled tube.

Wade dropped his head onto the back of the couch, his hands resting on his son’s head. “You’re such a good little boy, Tommy.”
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