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Boruto is angry. Sure, that was normal since he was a teenager already full of raging hormones and strange new sensations in his body. But, it didn't help that his father never had time to spend with his family. Boruto knew that his father was the Hokage, but in his opinion, his family resented the loss of his father's attention.
But Boruto would have a plan, he knew that his father usually came very late at night and usually ended up working in his home office until the wee hours of the morning and usually ended up sleeping on the sofa in said office. But Boruto was about to change that situation and spend a wonderful night with his father. His plan was simple: he would damage his father's computer so it wouldn't work. When he got home, Bhe couldn't work and they could enjoy an old movie he had found about Princess Yukie Fujikaze, which was one of his father's favorites when he was young. His mom had taken his little sis with her to the Hyuga compound, to spend a girls' night with his aunt, so she wouldn't be home. The two could watch the movie and eat some snacks, and his father would get a night to relax with his son. Everything would be perfect.
Finally, Boruto heard the turn and click of the front door, announcing the departure of his sister and mom. He dashed from his bedroom to the oficce. His father's desk had his personal computer and papers took up most of the desk. Approaching the desk, Boruto toed the rolling chair out of the way and got to his hands and knees, passing between the numerous cables under the computer. For the next few minutes, he struggled on the itchy carpet, trying to find the correct cables to break the computer, as it was the Hokage's personal computer, its setup was more complicated than his video games.
Suddenly, the front door slammed shut. Boruto froze. Shit, that was fast. I'm not finished yet!
Boruto worked hastily, unplugging and plugging cords until the stereos were finally set up safely. By this point his dad was looking for him.
"Tadaima! Hinata? Boruto? Hima-chan?" his dad asked, just finishing his work on the Hokage's tower. Dropping his keys on the counter with a jingle, the man's feet thumped their way to the end of the hall. Naruto peered into his son's room, still heaving. "...Huh. Did Boruto go out?"
Triumphant, Boruto turned his body under the desk until he looked towards the office door, to verify that his father had not yet arrived at his office. Seeing that he had not arrived, he turned and scooted forward, preparing to pop out and answer his dad's call, but stopped at the resistance against his ankle. A few of the cords to the main computer had become snagged around his leg when he'd turned around. Huffing impatiently, he tried to reach back with one arm and fiddle with it, all the while keeping an ear out.
Assuming his son had gone out, Naruto entered the office. Luckily, he was tired and didn't realize that the door was not closed as he left it in the morning. Naruto was still sweaty and exhausted after an intense day of work; he was able to come to rest in his home instead of staying in the tower; he needed a break and taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else at home, he was going to spend "a quality night". The man approached his computer, eager to take care of it.
Still fiddling with the cords one-handed, and as distracted as he was, Boruto hadn't noticed his father entering the room until he approached the computer desk. Boruto halted his efforts, watching his dad pull out the rolling chair.
Well, obviously I can't come out now...I'll have to wait until he's done checking his mails or whatever and leaves.
The man sat and rolled the chair in, unknowingly trapping his son between his spread thighs. His legs stretched out beneath the desk, missing the boy hiding under it by mere inches, Boruto held still, already feeling the itchy carpet dig patterns into his knees and palms. The smell of his father's sweat flooded his nose and the cloth of his black pants swished dangerously close to his head. Hopefully his father would finish quickly so Boruto could go out and say that he was on the second floor or on the roof and continue with his plan. This was starting to get a little uncomfortable, in several ways. Watching his dad readjust in his seat, Boruto couldn't help but notice the undeniable bulge the man was sporting.
Naruto huffed a sigh, wiggling in his chair. He opened his favorite porn videos of his wife before palming his bulge, moaning a little at the needed pressure. The man fumbled with the headphones, plugging them in and placing them over his head. He tugged at his clothed member a last time before freeing it, yanking his black pants down and below his balls. His cock, now swollen with need, sprung free. Already it was pearling at the tip.
Beneath the desk, Boruto was starting to truly panic. There was a sound of a plug meeting a socket and the whisper of expensive fabric - his headphones- before one last click of the mouse. Frozen in tabletop position, Boruto had watched in horror as his father tugged at his bulge and then freed it from his shorts. A thatch of blonds curls came into view, trailing up the man's abdomen. Next the long, swollen member bobbed free, wafting the man's heady musk straight towards Boruto. Breathing it in, he was forced to watch his father's fist squeeze and slowly stroke himself, pumping pre up and down his cock.
Jesus Christ, Dad, packing some serious heat..! Boruto thought to himself hysterically.
Of course he knew it was a penis, and he had had his biology class to know the changes that would happen during puberty; but this monster was very different from his little pee pee, with thick pubes where he was still soft. Practically his father's, it was about 3 times his own size.
There was no way this was actually happening. Boruto did not want to sit here and see the organ where he had come from and that he had sex with his mom. He didn't care if his dad wasn't unhygenic or even good looking, since it was his fucking dad.
Even if it was already too late to make even a semi-dignified exit, Boruto looked back over his shoulder once again to work on the tangle of cords trapping his ankle. A bass-y groan from above him froze his movements in the same moment he discovered something terrible. The largest cord hooked around his ankle was the one connecting the monitor to the CPU; if Boruto even shuffled backwards a few inches he'd risk pulling the cord looped around his ankle, disconnecting it from the computer. And if the monitor just shut off right now, of course his father would immediately look under the desk to fix it. Boruto went stiff with the realization - he was stuck under this desk for whatever was coming next.
Turning back reluctantly, the boy was just in time to catch his father fondling his balls. The man juggled and gently tugged at the heavy sack, making his erection jump happily. "Fuck yeah..." he groaned to himself. With a cramped back and increasingly protesting knees, Boruto focused on the scratchy carpet below him to block out the graphic view in front of him. A view framed between his father's thighs, watching the muscles leap as he tugged his length and moaned softly.
Above him, Naruto groaned deeply once more and clenched his thighs, picking up the pace. His extended legs narrowly missed brushing his son's stiff impression of a footstool, causing Boruto to flush in panic. The boy's head flew back up, only to see how close the bobbing member was to his own red face. The musk was intense, overshadowed only by the sight of his father's fist slowly, so slowly, caressing the shaft. The repetitive motion hypnotized his gaze, and he watched in mortified awe as the meat of the man's grip stroked himself to a darker shade. Naruto readjusted himself in the swivel chair, causing his lengthy cock to jump wildly in front of his nose. The eye of his shaft bobbed directly between Boruto's own eyes, nearly making them cross.
Suddenly and with a horrified croak, Boruto realized that this already sticky situation was becoming a bit too stimulating. The growing heat in his face, the pungent aroma of a leaking cock, and his doggy-style position in the dark were all working against him. A barrage of tingles spread from his asshole down to his dick, where precum began to gather in his boxers.
The fact that it was his dad's presence giving him this reaction didn't seem to matter to all the blood in his head rushing southward.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, no!
Though his balls clenched with need, Boruto valiantly ignored it - none of this was happening. It'd be over soon, hopefully, and he'd just slip out of the room and never ever ever think about this again. And just maybe he'd be able to look his dad in the eye again....No, not that eye!
His thoughts continued in hysterical circles, distracting him from the developments happening above his head.
Naruto shuddered, impatiently opened his orange sweatshirt and yanking his sweaty white t-shirt to his chin where he left it. He widened his already gaping thighs and scooched further into his desk. Fuck if he wasn't so pent up. Every new bit of stimulation made the man want to just say screw it and let go, but he'd already held himself back long enough. He knew this load was fixing to be a huge one anyway and he wanted a chance to try out his new toy.
Releasing his cock, the man scrambled his hand directly below the lip of the desk. His questing fingers finally hit what he was looking for, yanking and pulling his new toy down. Or rather, swinging it into Boruto's temple.
Ow! The fuck-?
A huge sized fleshlight, clearly jerry-rigged with strings to hang under the desk, swung down from where it was nestled in a corner compartment. With Boruto's head in the way the device had swung off-balance until it rested against his cheek, still suspended by strings. In just about any other situation he might've even laughed at the horny ingenuity of it - but now it's presence wasn't about to blow his cover. Boruto parted his lips on an "ow"- only to become a surprised "omph!" as his father's warmth filled his mouth in one smooth slide.
With one hasty jab Naruto had seated his length in his son's throat, tensing and groaning in relief. Meanwhile his son's stomach sank fast like an anchor. If Boruto's teeth got in the way or he made a single sound further, his dad would discover him and the boy knew it. Desperately and with watering eyes, he had no choice but to hold his mouth open and unresisting to his father's thrusts, each one rougher and more enthusiastic than the last.
And if he'd thought the sensory imagery was invasive before, it was completely now. Against his will the hot, bitter taste of his dad's cock swept straight past his lips, coating his tongue. Hearing, feeling, even smelling his dad unknowingly plunder his mouth. Boruto's ears and cheeks flushed hotter at his father's deep grunts. The man's member was quickly fattening between his lips, forcing his already aching jaw even wider. The tingling and wetness at his crotch was quickly coloring the whole situation with a pleasant tinge, almost tempting Boruto to reach back and touch himself.
No! There's no way this is fucking happening - I'm not enjoying Dad fucking my mouth. I'm not getting orgams, I'm not I'm not I'm-
Boruto thought this desperately to himself, as if he had any hope of stopping the precum warmth gathering fast beneath his boxers. His dick was becoming a hard, wet mess. His dick was even beginning to make an appearance, pushing his form over his shorts. Distantly he felt tension building in his knees and back from holding his 'tabletop' stance for so long.
Having been pent up all week, Naruto didn't go easy on his new expensive fleshlight, railing into the tight channel underneath the desk with rapid torques of the hips. His ass now hovered a few inches off the swivel chair, and he gripped the sides of his mahogany desk with two hands to anchor himself. This was his first time using the toy. He hoped he wouldn't be forced use it so often, missing out on his wild nights with Hinata....He'd bought the model because it claimed to mimic the sensation of a good blowjob, but the Hokage couldn't believe the way it caressed his cock like a real mouth - even squeezing it periodically. Naruto could feel himself absolutely dripping from the tip and grunted, panting harshly. Even Hinata hadn't been able to give him blowjobs that felt this miraculous.
For Boruto the constant pistoning motion was nearly giving him whiplash as his dad's cock gutted his mouth. A warm, sloppy mess of pre and spit frothed from the back of his throat out the corners of the boy's mouth. The entire lower half of his face was getting wet with drool. That and his father's rapid 'pokes' had him gagging constantly, throat unused to juggling the weight of a hard dick. The combination of sounds was vulgar even to his own ears. It was only due to the blessing that was the man's noise-cancelling headphones that he couldn't hear it too.
"Glug-glug-gulp-glug-glug-"
With his mind wiped clean of anything else the son gagged on his dad's hard cock,feeling his dick clench hopelessly in his boxers. Boruto rocked his hips unconsciously, like a dog trying to find release. Above him, Naruto was finally nearing the grand finale. He pulled back out of his cocksleeve with a slurp and began jerking his length furiously, cum and spit flying off the shaft. The man hunched one-armed over his keyboard, no longer paying his video any attention.
"Ohhh, fuck! Here it comes...here it comes. Gonna cum....fuuuuck, gonna-!"
Boruto had felt a wave of relief so intense he formed chills upon feeling his dad hastily remove his cock. But he only got a second to breathe in before the man shoved his length right back in with an almost cruel ferocity. With watering eyes Boruto felt his mouth be filled to the brim, powerful shots of come warming his tongue and sliding down the back of his throat. He desperately swallowed shot after shot of jizz, nearly choking on his own gulps.
The last few jets of his father's cum were hot, fast, and directly into his face. "A-ah!" White ribbons splattered his cheeks and nose, even as he angled away, mortified. But he couldn't avoid the sight and sound of his father wetly jerking his cock, almost violent in his release. After the immediate barrage the following spurts freckled across his lips and chin, making Boruto splutter. On the other side of the desk his father growled in oblivious ecstasy.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby...take Daddy's come. Ngh, you know you want it...that's all for you, baby..."
The bassy command rumbled all the way down to Boruto's toes. His ball sack tightened and he felt like a fountain of precum was inside his boxers, as bits of cum kept running down his face.
Naruto huffed shakily through the last of his orgasm, collapsing back into his desk chair. He slowly fucked the wet clamp of his fist to finish emptying his balls, unknowingly forcing his shots of seed onto his son's lips. A string of cum connected his father's dick to Boruto's flushed lips, still parted. Between his legs his soft dick pulsed, staining his already wet boxer more. Boruto whimpered quietly in shock.
As for his father, Naruto relaxed back into his leather seat, panting. Eventually he tucked himself back in and sighed. "...Bet I missed and got the carpet again. Now I'm gonna have to clean that up." A few more seconds of dazed confusion and then Boruto perked up, realizing what that meant for him. The man heaved himself out of his sweat-soaked chair and headed for the ensuite bathroom, door closing to a hairline crack. There was a shuffle of cabinet doors opening followed by the sink cutting on. He'd have to act fast.
Under the sounds of rushing water Boruto quickly and quietly unlooped his ankle and slid from under the desk, body sore and mind still shaken. He breathed deep and swiped at his cum-stained face with his pink tshirt. He craned his neck to the bathroom door - still mostly shut - and then back to the desk, finally relaxing. Hunched over in front of the rolling chair the young man clutched the damp leather, just breathing and shaking through his arousal.
With the realization that his hands were finally free Boruto threw an arm down between his legs and jerk at his dick, the warm wetness spreading over his fingers. Planting himself cheek-first into the fabric below him, he barely registered the way the damp leather stuck to his cum-streaked face. Panting into the expensive stitching, Boruto rubbed his fingers on his cock, until the slippery sounds of masturbation reached his red-tinted ears. Over his previous shame, the boy whined loudly and felt his climax approaching again closer...and closer...and closer-
"Ah! Ah!....oh, oh shit...unh-"
The sudden sound of a cabinet clacking open jolted him back to reality. Boruto's knee slipped, sending him open-mouthed into the deep leather. The musk and taste of his father's sweat was overpowering, filling his every sense. With a scrunch of his toes and a last desperate clench of his sack, he came, his dick twitching repeatedly.
"Uh! Uh! Uh-uh-uh-ohhhh fuuck! Dad!"
Boruto trembled and shook through the strongest orgasm he'd ever had - and the wettest. After what had felt like hours of constant arousal, he was finally starting to feel like he could think clearly. Clearly enough to realize that the sink had long since cut off, and the whole office rang out in silence. The boy remained hunched over and clutched desperately at his knee-bound shorts, once again aware of the shameful heat knotting up his core. Suddenly tense, he yanked his shorts back up and bolted to his feet, making a bee-line out the door. From behind him he could've sworn he heard the slight creak of the bathroom door and a voice.
"....Bor-?"
But already his son had cleared the office door, in his haste glossing over why he'd originally entered: to spend a wonderful night of Father and Son's bonding. After all, it seemed like Boruto had already given Naruto a wonderful night neither of them would soon forget.
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