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Good Son, Bad Dad.
Put your buttplug in son.
I put down my phone and reach into the drawer next to my bed, I pull out the lube and a large, black, rubber buttplug. I rub lube on my hole, and slide my fingers inside to loosen myself up a bit. I rub more lube on the buttplug and gently push it against my hole, it opens up and the buttplug vquickly slips inside me. I wipe my hands with a towel and pick up my phone.
It's in dad.
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Show me.
I spread my legs and point the camera at my butt. I take a few shots. I flick through them and find the best, deleting the blurry ones. I send the pics.
...
Good boy.
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Meet me here.
There is a map link in the message and it's for the toilets at a train station in the city. I've been there plenty of times before and hooked up with many guys.
I put on a pair of tight white briefs (to make sure the buttplug stays in position), shorts, t-shirt and a pair of slip-on sneakers. I put my phone in my backpack. It already has a few items inside I might need for this encounter, I always go prepared for anything.
I walk to the station and I can feel the buttplug rubbing my prostate. I keeps my cock in a semi-hard state of arousal and makes for an impressive bulge in my shorts. I get on the next train and it's only a few stops to the city station. I get off and walk to the toilets.
It's somewhat busy inside, with a constant stream of men coming in and out. Some linger longer than others and I can tell they are here for some action too. I move to the urinal, pull out my cock and wait.
The cubicle door behind me opens and a large hand grabs me by the neck and pulls me back. My cock is still out and exposed to everyone in the toilets. The man turns me around and pushes me into the cubicle and gets in behind me and closes the door. I turn around and see dad looking back at me.
"Open your mouth."
I open my mouth and dad spits inside it, grabs me by the back of the head then forces his tongue inside my mouth. We kiss for a few moments and he pulls away.
"I missed you son."
"I missed you too dad."
"Strip naked."
I take off my backpack, pull off my t-shirt and kick off my shoes, then I drop my shorts and briefs and step out of them. Dad grabs my balls and gives them a hard tug. I clench my jaw and try not to make too much noise. Dad releases my balls, spins me around and pushes me forward. My hands go up and I hold myself against the wall, my head looks down into the toilet bowl below.
I feel dad grab my buttplug and he rips it out and I grunt.
"Open your mouth."
I open my mouth and the buttplug is forced inside. It tastes like lube and ass. Dad forces his long, thick cock into my hole and I give a muffled scream. He pumps his cock in and out, hard and fast. I just close my eyes and take it. I can hear the men outside the cubicle using the toilets, unaware I'm being fucked like this. Dad keeps fucking my hole harder and harder.
"I'm gonna breed you son."
His breathing gets faster and I can tell he is close.
"Take my load boy."
He pulls out, then rams his cock in deep. It throbs and I can feel his load filling my insides.
"Open your mouth."
He pulls out the buttplug and I take a deep breath. He then rips his cock out of my hole and jams the buttplug inside to stop his cum from dripping out. He reaches down and picks up my briefs.
"Put these on and sit down on the toilet."
I put the briefs on and turn around and sit down. He pushes his dirty cock into my face.
"Clean it."
I take his still hard cock into my mouth and suck. He lets out a soft moan. I suck it clean and release it from my mouth.
Dad takes a step back and points his cock at me and starts to take a piss. He aims it so it goes onto my chest, then onto my face.
"Open."
I open my mouth and he pisses in there too.
"Swallow."
I swallow as much as I can, he fills it up and I swallow some more. He points his cock down and makes sure my briefs are soaked with his piss.
He stuffs his cock back into his jeans, zips up and opens the cubicle door and leaves. I'm left sitting on the toilet in only my piss-soaked briefs. A man in a suit in at the urinal opposite turns around and looks at me in shock. He is frozen there. He looks up and down, makes eye contact with me and smiles.
"Dirty piss pig."
He leaves and I lean forward and close the door so I can get dressed in private.