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Subject: The Thrilling Chronicles of the Daltons 6 The Thrilling Chronicles of the Daltons Volume 1: Stranded Chapter 6 “So. Can we do it again sometime?” Santiago could not help but chuckle at his son’s probing. First, the boy asked him if what he did was good enough. It was sublime. A few hours have already gone by since Santiago experienced the most mind-bending blowjob in the 30 years he was living. He kept going back to the scene, particularly to the part where Sebastian’s tongue was flickering his frenulum. The boy drank all of him. Not only does blood binds them now to each other. “I’ll think about it,” he finally replied. “Aww, man.” Sebastian snuggled closer. Santiago propped on his elbow and leaned rightward to his son. He stroked Sebastian’s chin. It was his turn to probe. “How about you, huh what did you feel about it?” The boy lay on his back, smiling and pillowing one of his hands. He was glad to be asked. “For me, it was awesome!” Santiago could see pure bliss in his eyes. “Hmm,” he muttered, prompting the boy to continue. “And your milk tastes so good,” Sebastian said with an innocent and, simultaneously, mischievous grin. “Uh-huh?” The man’s fingers wander the boy’s body, lightly grazing the skin on his chest. “I really hope we can do that again.” Santiago could see the boy’s lips downturned. He leaned down and stuck his face on Sebastian’s vulnerable armpit. He had inhaled the dank and sweet-smelling skin before blowing raspberries. The boy guffawed. It was a miracle that their tentmates remained asleep. “I missed that. The last anadolu yakası escort time you did that, I was ten. I hope I would just stay as a kid forever.” “I thought you would say you’re too old for that.” Santiago sighed. Adolescents and their moodiness. “Cheer up, Peter Pan. I will revive this old habit of ours.” “But you told me it won’t be long ’til I grew tufts of hair in my armpits. You will be disgusted.” Santiago’s wandering fingers headed to the boy’s armpit. “What made you think that way? The truth is I’m looking forward to it.” “You’re just saying that,” Sebastian said flatly, but Santiago could see the corner of the boys’ mouth turning up. “You think so, huh?” Santiago blew more raspberries in his son’s armpit. “Still, I don’t want to be hairy. I might as well not grow old.” “Let me remind you, boy, that this beloved fairytale of yours is all fiction,” Santiago chuckled. “You can’t do something about growing old. But being hairy? You’re lucky I don’t have the genes, so no chest and navel hair for you.” He wandered his fingers back on the middle of Sebastian’s chest. Using his fingernails, the man drew circles of different diameters. Sebastian was silent. He was enjoying it. “Hey, kid. You don’t have to worry about getting old and me not liking you anymore because that’s never gonna happen, okay?” “Really?” “Certainly. You know you’re my favorite boy in the world, don’t you? So I’m gonna keep cuddling you even if you begin to hate it.” “I will never hate it!” Santiago laughed light-heartedly. ankara anal escort He certainly knows how to handle his sweet son. The touchy-feely boy that Santiago will always be loving. He kissed the boy’s cheek lightly. Then his nose. His forehead. The hand on Sebastian’s chest inadvertently met the boy’s nipple. Santiago admired how tiny and pink it was. The two papillae protrude slightly without pieces of fabric shielding them against the night breeze. He gave it both a flick with his index finger. It became more erect. The areola around it wrinkled and shrunk. Santiago had a strong urge to squeeze it between his thumb and index. He looked at the boy. Sebastian’s eyes are shut, but the boy is not asleep. He is waiting for his father’s next touch. “A-ah!” A moan from the boy startled Santiago. All he did was a weak pinch. “Sorry. Did it hurt?” The man asked apologetically. “N-no. It was good.” Good? Santiago was surprised to hear that. He applied the same amount of force to pinch the boy’s other nipple. Sebastian did not moan, but his eyes were shut again. Santiago took it as a sign to continue. He tweaked and flicked erratically. Then he went back to drawing circles before tweaking and flicking again. The boy’s chest has a burning hot sensation. His hands were on his sides, curled into fists. He kept rewarding his father with muffled moans. Sebastian felt Santiago’s lips on his cheek again. Another tweak, and there he came. His whole body shuddered. “I think I just came,” he said after recovering from ankara anal yapan escort a new sensation. “Seriously? Hands-free?” Santiago slipped his hand inside the boy’s loincloth and brought it out wet. He sniffed it, and it was unarguably semen. The man remembered an odd article about nipple orgasms. He cannot believe it was actually real. He smiled at the new discovery he made from his son’s adolescent body. Sebastian nuzzled his head to his father’s chest, a sign that always tells Santiago the boy is sleepy. “Are you fine sleeping in that sticky loincloth?” “I have nothing to change into.” Sebastian yawned. “Wait a sec. I got an idea. But you gotta keep this a secret.” Santiago stopped himself from cracking up in his silly idea. He sat up noiselessly to take off his son’s loincloth. He made sure to wipe all the remnants of semen from the boy’s soft pecker and orbs. Sebastian sat up too, and he whispered to his father. “What are we doing?” Santiago replied with a grin. He looked at the other boy, Zane, who sleeps like a log beside Sebastian. He leaned over his son toward Zane to disentangle the boy’s loincloth. “You said earlier at the lake this was yours. We are just taking back what is rightfully yours, aren’t we Peter Pan?” Sebastian grinned widely as Zane’s loincloth came loose. “Yeah!” Sebastian exclaimed, then covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. Zane’s pecker smacked up his stomach. The boy’s three-inch hard-on is just as long as Sebastian’s flaccid pecker. Sebastian could stretch up to 4.5 inches when aroused by his father. “Tomorrow, he is gonna think he had a wet dream.” Sebastian chuckled as his father swiftly wore Zane his soiled loincloth. Santiago stuck Zane’s rock-hard pecker inside. His father helped Sebastian wear the other loincloth to finally retire for the day. Fortunately, none was awake in the tent to witness their after-dark shenanigans.

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