Looking at the welcome kit, Mr. Armstrong saw a series of events, clearly geared for breaking down barriers and promoting physical intimacy. They had gotten in late, so they proceeded to change out of their street clothes and into the jockstraps and bathrobes provided. The instructions seemed simple enough, but it definitely reminded Austin of the first time he saw Mr. Armstrong naked. The instructions said nothing about what they should do now, except for laying next to each other and enjoying the night. For these two, alone time in a bed could only mean one thing; morning, noon, or night! Austin was quick to grab at Mr. Armstrong's cock, feeling it rise in his tiny grip. His old man couldn't help but get instantly hard, excited to have this special time, but always eager to feel his little boy's body on his. He needed to fuck him! Something about the moment felt special and new. He was reminded of their first time and how nervous and exciting it was. He imagined the other daddies and how they must feel taking their boys for the first time in this place. It all rushed to his head and his cock, making him hornier than he'd been in a long time.