Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2023 20:17:02 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: A Young Boy for Two Polar Bears "A Young Boy for Two Polar Bears" (Author's Note: This story is a revision of a June 2023 publication. It was titled "A Bold Boy and a Bold Secret" and was previously 1,600 words long.) ====== The moon barely shone through the large windows and balcony door in my spacious bedroom. I lay naked in bed under the covers while the A/C chilled my big beach house here down south. Being hairy made me feel too hot to sleep with any clothes on. Richard, my faithful husband of more than fifty years, snored away on my right side, also naked for the same reason. Before coming to bed, he'd spent an unusually long time in the bathroom with the door surprisingly locked. Little Rocky was in the smaller of the two guest rooms, probably deep asleep, and I could still hear Madge, his grandmother, snoring in the other one. What a cute kid Rocky was: golden-blond hair, ocean-blue eyes, a ruddy face, and baby-soft skin. He often made me wonder what it was like to be a father, especially since his own father had died some years ago. Unfortunately, Richard didn't want kids because they were apparently too distracting in his presence, whatever that meant. To be fair, he'd had enough of them after recently retiring as an elementary school teacher for decades. In theory, I'd say I couldn't blame him, but I loved all kids, especially boys, hence my patience with them. Madge was my best friend since high school, and both of us had been as skinny as twigs throughout our teenage years. Now, we were in our early seventies: old, fat, and gray. We could pass for Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus, jolly and all. Well, more like Mrs. Claus and her two polar bears if counting Richard, since they got along just as great. I always enjoyed her company, and especially Rocky's (my nine-year-old boy crush). Fortunately, he stayed here many weekends throughout the year, what with living in the next town over. Madge did on occasion, like tonight. Both of them were always welcome whenever they wanted to stay here, since it was never a problem for me and Richard. Madge had sole custody of Rocky. His emotionally (and sometimes financially) unstable mother was a selfish and ungrateful woman who made it hard to believe that she was the daughter of a generous and kind woman. Madge had given birth to her in her thirties after years of trying to get pregnant. Meanwhile, her daughter had given birth to Rocky in her thirties as well, but only after years of avoiding pregnancy until a drunk night with a hookup had changed everything. Madge had successfully convinced her to keep the baby. Thankfully, Rocky's existence had come to be because life wouldn't have been the same without him. He would always be the son I'd never gotten to have, and the fact that he called me and my husband Daddy Guy and Daddy Richard, respectively, said it all. The sheets lifted slowly, startling me a bit. It was probably our old cat, Fattie, crawling inside for an after-meal rest. She did so quite often around this time. But soon, I discovered it wasn't her. Instead, it was a little mouth that quickly found my flaccid cock and started sucking it like a popsicle. My god, it was soft and warm with the power to shiver my spine with excitement and give me an instant hard-on. An arousing confusion took over my thoughts because I knew exactly who it was. Who else could it be? I froze in shock, not knowing how to respond while Richard was deep asleep. Rocky's small and skinny body fit perfectly in between my big, long legs. What had gotten into this kid? Why was he doing this to me? Had my secret attraction to him been obvious all along? Why couldn't I stop him? He wasn't supposed to know about sex. He was only nine! Unless he learned things on the internet that he shouldn't be learning? I knew all about those horny teens and even tweens all over social media, their barely filled profiles cleverly masking their young ages in the form of mathematical equations. (I was old but not clueless.) Were nine-year-old boys getting hornier now? But, my god, this warm, little mouth... I didn't have to see a thing in the dark to know Rocky was bobbing his head as he sucked me, a young boy sounding hungry for an old man's cock. The more he used his mouth with the kind of devotion I had never known he'd had, the closer I was to my release. Seriously, how on Earth did he know how to give a blowjob? Granted, I wasn't well-endowed to cause him to slurp, not like Richard's fat shlong. Rocky took every inch of mine in his mouth, and I wasn't sure if he had done this before to justify his impressive performance for a boy his age. No innocent virgin would ever know how to please anyone so naturally, especially a big man who was old enough to be his grandfather---or great-grandfather! Yet here he was. This young and curious boy serviced my cock for whatever reasons triggered his horny little mind, like a naughty pupil using me for his unbridled pleasure, and I was a dirty old man for allowing it to happen. How could Rocky be so bold? He must have sensed my attraction somehow, even though I'd tried my hardest to be subtle about it. My god, I couldn't believe I was finally having sex again. Given my exclusive attraction to younger males, I was quite picky, hence the reason I'd been voluntarily celibate for a long time, not that Richard was complaining. Sure, there were loads of gay mobile apps these days, but the annoying twinks on there were obsessed with money and big cocks, and they could hardly hold a meaningful conversation, always replying with short answers between long gaps of silence. But tonight changed everything for me. Maybe it was wrong; maybe it wasn't. It didn't seem to matter anymore if Rocky wanted to take care of my needs. This was much better than porn. He was hardly a young man, still a boy on the inside and out. I could no longer control the urge to erupt, and hard breaths came out of me as Rocky worked his slobbery mouth with so much dedication, the only other noise besides Richard's and Madge's snoring and whenever the A/C kicked on every so often. (The ocean wasn't close enough to hear.) Rocky's desire matched mine, as if connecting the way nature intended. I could even hear tiny moans coming from him, solidifying his enjoyment while triggering more of my arousal. More hard breaths came out of me, along with a deep moan. Finally, I pulled out of Rocky's mouth because it would be unfair to assume a nine-year-old boy would want to swallow an old man's cum. I started stroking my erect cock, taking over now. I wasn't sure where I'd come. His cute face? My hairy chest and big belly? He yanked my hand away and put my cock back inside his mouth. Oh? "But I'm close, Rocky," I whispered in a desperate tone. "I'm about to come." He ignored me and quickened the pace of his sucking. He must have wanted this all along, and if that was the case, I'd give it to him. I didn't want to assume he couldn't handle it, since he was the one who had started it. Why patronize a horny kid who clearly knew what he wanted? I let out a few moans, breathing harder as the intense pleasure escalated all the way to the climax. Grunting, I filled Rocky's little mouth with everything I had, giving him all my man milk while the ecstasy paralyzed me for a moment. My heart beat faster, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, all while releasing what felt like so much more than usual. Then again, I hadn't been this turned on in a very long time, and to be fair, we're talking about a cute boy here. Rocky must have swallowed every drop because I didn't feel any of my cum dripping down the shaft of my still-hard cock. What a horny and hungry kid, and I was honored to be the target of his taboo attraction. My old sperm was now swimming inside his young belly, and he probably wouldn't have it any other way. Spent, I gasped for air. The older I got, the more energy that sex took out of me. Even though I could come twice without hitting the grave, maybe three on a good day, I still wasn't young anymore. That said, I did feel young in a way; a cute kid was able to make me feel like this. Silent, Rocky started humping my hairy leg, his movements quick and stiff like I'd expect from any young boy. The feeling of his small, pre-pubescent boner against my skin was like nothing I'd ever felt in my life, and it was beautiful to experience it firsthand. What was it, two inches, three tops? He humped for about a minute until his body shook, letting out the tiniest moan that was barely audible. Was he coming? Obviously, I didn't feel anything wet coming out, since he wasn't old enough to ejaculate yet, given his age, small frame, and short height. He was the perfect boy package to fulfill my illicit depravity. Now, I was confused all over again. Why had this happened? It wasn't that I regretted such an unexpected experience, but I wanted to know what had compelled Rocky to seduce me. He wanted an old, fat man like me, his very own Santa Claus who could plausibly be his great-grandfather. That wasn't normal, and I couldn't understand why he had been so horny for me. What a mystery this boy was. Rocky stopped and crawled up toward my head until his face was close to mine, still too dark to see a thing. Then, he kissed me so deeply that I'd nearly forgotten what passion was like, given how many years it had been since Richard and I had had sex. (To be fair, I strongly suspected he liked boys, too, but we never talked about it.) My god, could Rocky kiss. It was so surreal that I continued to question his sexual history. A nine-year-old boy with a sexual history. What a concept! "That was awesome, Daddy Guy!" a boyish whisper came out of him. It certainly was, illicit or not, and I'd never forget it for as long as I lived. "Very much so. But I'm curious about something. How did you learn to do that?" "A boy from my school when I was in kindergarten. We humped and kissed for a few years whenever we stayed at each other's houses because it was fun and felt good. Then, we did oral stuff for a while until he moved to Mexico to be with parents who got deported. Sadly, we never saw each other again after that." "I see." Poor kid, losing a special friend like that. I wouldn't have minded having the Mexican boy staying here with me for a hot threesome. Any boy was welcome in my home, but that was neither here nor there. "I even got lucky with a teacher!" I raised my eyebrows, even though Rocky couldn't see my face in the dark. "Really?" "Yep, and we did everything together, too." "Everything?" "Everything, including butt sex. It hurt at first, but he showed me ways to relax, and we did it many times, so I'm used to it now. He has a much bigger size than yours, so I can definitely handle you." Well, this kid was just full of horny surprises that made it hard to believe, but stranger things happened in this crazy world. Now, I wondered how much more he hadn't told me yet. It wasn't normal for a boy his age to have that kind of sexual experience, much less appetite, but I was also out of the loop with things these days, given the terrible influence of social media that made me want nothing to do with it anymore. "I like you, Daddy Guy. I don't care if you're old or married." Rocky had no regrets; he had clearly wanted to do this and had probably planned it. Why stop him? We both might as well get some fun out of it. "Oh, Rocky... I don't know what to say about your feelings. You do realize I've just cheated on my husband, right?" Years ago, I would've felt guilty, but not so much now. Admittedly, I was quite taken by this cute kid. Now, the question was, would it happen again? "That's okay! It's even now." Confusion struck my mind. "Even?" Also, why had Richard stopped snoring all of a sudden? "Yeah. Me and Richard were hanging out in the bathroom a while ago, but I'm not supposed to say what happened in there. Sorry, it's top secret!" What? My eyes grew wide, despite not being visible in the dark. My god, I was left more confused than ever before. Richard and I had both cheated on each other, and with the same kid, no less. That made me ironically hard all over again. Here I'd thought the great relief he'd felt coming to bed tonight was from taking a big dump from our late Mexican dinner. Now, the question was no longer would it happen again with Rocky, because that was a given after what he'd just told me. Instead, the question was with whom? "Anyway, I'm going back to my room. Goodnight, Daddy Guy!" Rocky was about to jump out of my bed until Richard quickly turned around and grabbed him by the arm. Oh, no... Had he been awake the whole time and just faked it? "You stay right here, you little tattle tale." Was my husband angry now? Rocky froze, still sitting on top of me in the dark. Richard pulled the kid toward his direction and guided him to lie down between us, snug like a cocoon, a little smoothie sandwiched between two big polar bears. My husband sighed, seemingly calm. "So, the truth is finally out." He probably hadn't been angry like I'd thought, just shocked like I was. "I'm sorry..." Rocky mumbled, sounding as if he were about to cry. Despite having unleashed his inner slut, and proudly so, he was still a little boy who rightfully didn't know any better. He was nine for crying out loud! Richard shushed Rocky in a gentle manner. "It's all right, kiddo, you're not in trouble." He lifted his upper half and clapped twice to turn on the old table lamp we'd bought in the 1990s, always placed on his nightstand. He lay back on his side, facing me and Rocky. No, he wasn't angry or disappointed or even hurt. I knew him all too well. He was horny, and judging by the look on his face while focused on Rocky, he probably wanted to have a turn. I wasn't sure what to expect at this point. Would the two of them have sex with or without me? My husband and I had never had a threesome before, and a big part of me hoped we could finally try it. It could be lots of fun, couldn't it? It could possibly change our marriage in a whole new way. "Now that you spilled the dirty beans," Richard began, "why don't you tell Daddy Guy the rest of the truth?" Rocky looked unusually shy for a moment, given his outgoing nature, and his ruddy face looked so adorable now that the light was back on, his ocean-blue eyes captivating me with every glimpse. He inhaled and exhaled as if bracing himself to be honest with me, dramatic like a typical kid. "Me and Daddy Richard have been doing stuff for years." I raised my eyebrows in complete shock. My god, what on Earth was I hearing? I wasn't sure whether to feel betrayed or turned on or both. Still, I remained calm because it was pointless to get worked up over it, given that I had no room to talk, and neither did my leaking cock. I forced a smile on my face, trying to process the truth. "I see. Years, you say? Because you're only nine." "Don't judge, my love." Richard winked sat me. I had to admit that it was nice to hear him call me "my love" because of how long it had been. Old or not, he was still my husband and had been for the past five decades, and I did love him as my lifelong companion, albeit with complications that we still needed to discuss in private. "I'm not judging you. I'm just surprised. A part of me feels left out, if I'm honest." Richard reached over to kiss my cheek like the family he was to me, then gave me the warmest smile I'd seen him make in quite some time. "You're a part of it now, though. Believe me, I've waited a long time for this moment." "Me, too, Daddy Guy!" Rocky said with clear enthusiasm. I managed a little smile, still trying process everything. It was a surreal experience I'd never forget, and the idea of continuing it with my husband involved was even more so. "But years?" Richard sighed. "Well, not many like you're probably thinking. Just a few. So, I caught Rocky with the boy he mentioned a moment ago." "Ah, so you weren't asleep. You just pretended to snore." "Exactly. And my cock leaked the entire time just waiting to see how far you'd take it with him. The only disappointment is that you didn't fuck him like I have." Richard winked. "Oh." As if I'd known Rocky would've wanted to go that far. Then, a thought crossed my ever-curious mind. "He mentioned a teacher..." "That was me." Richard smirked. "Not his teacher, of course, but a teacher, which was technically true at the time. I taught him everything he wanted to know, nothing forced. In fact, he kept nagging at me about wanting to be bred with my daddy seed like a little boy flower---his words, not mine. So, I agreed with the condition that I'd prep him for at least a year. Shortly after his ninth birthday, he was ready for my cock. The length was actually what took longer for him to handle than the girth, since his insides are small." My god, what a horny piece of information that I could easily masturbate to, enough to cause my fully erect cock to drip more precum, getting me ready for round two. My husband was more perverted than I'd realized. He loved boys just as much as I did, and it made me wonder if that had anything to do with his past career choice. It made me horny for him, but more so the concept than his looks. "Am I still going to ride you both like you promised, Daddy Richard?" Both? At the same time? Richard formed a sheepish grin and shook his head. "You're a horny little boy," he cooed, then looked at me. "He wants it every day, sometimes more than once. He's clearly not like most boys." I chuckled. "So, I see. He can actually handle us both at the same time?" The more I learned about Rocky, the more I realized how much of an insatiable horndog he really was. It was definitely not normal, but as long as he enjoyed himself, there was no reason to worry. "Well, he's managed me and an average dildo just fine after tons of preparation. I don't see why not." "And you promised him?" My god, both shocking to my mind and horny to my erection. "I promised him as long as you agreed to it, to be more specific." "But he'll agree!" Rocky insisted. "Right, Daddy Guy?" That hopeful face was too hard to reject. I sighed, but in reality, my cock was more than ready to experiment with Rocky's young and tiny hole. Or maybe not so tiny anymore? "Come here, you. Show us what you got." "Yay!" Rocky wasted no time repositioning himself, the three of us still naked. "Wait, wait," Richard said, grabbing a bottle of lubricant from his side of the two nightstands. He coated both our cocks with a generous amount, then moved on to Rocky's little butt. "Turn around for me, Rocky," I ordered. "Let me see your backside for a moment." He happily showed me the cutest little peach I'd ever seen, not that I'd ever seen ripe ones his age in the flesh. My horny mood grew stronger, making me drip more than ever, along with the anticipation of finally having the chance to be inside him. I was going to penetrate a young child's small behind. "You lay there, my love," Richard ordered me in a horny tone. "I'll let you have your first try before putting mine in." He turned Rocky back around to face me and held him from behind, guiding him to have his claimed butthole meet my hard cock for the first time. It was unbelievable that a nine-year-old boy could take two adult cocks, let alone one. As soon as I slid inside Rocky with no effort, given all the prep he'd had from my husband, I had to control myself from shooting so quickly. His warm, semi-tight hole was so mind-blowing that I had to question whether it was really a dream. No, it was very real, and I'd relish every moment of it. Rocky rode me with no apparent pain or discomfort, and Richard stroked his cock while watching us from behind. Rocky was still too young to know how to move as gracefully as an experienced teenager or adult, which was what I loved about his stiff and off-kilter movements that showed his young age. He grinned, an expression that told me he knew just how badly I needed this, and he was willing to make me feel as good as he could, not that he had to try hard. He was milking my old cock with his prepubescent butthole, determined to be bred like the "little boy flower" he was. Despite the practice he'd had, he didn't feel very loose at all, just right for me. After a while of me being inside Roky, Richard stopped him from moving. "I'm going to go in now, so just relax, okay?" "Okay." Rocky did look nervous, but he seemed willing to take it like a champ. He had been determined the entire time he'd been here with us, so why stop now? It took a moment for Richard to ease his way inside, moving slowly and carefully, because he obviously cared about Rocky's feelings like all men should. I could feel Richard's long and fat shaft pressing tightly against my shorter and thinner one, like two hard snakes burrowing inside a private little cave to get reacquainted in a whole new way. Rocky moaned with a frown, immediately filling me with concern. "You okay?" I asked, stroking his cheek for comfort. "Yeah, Rocky, let us know if you can't take it and we'll pull out." "I'm okay," Rocky insisted, even though his tone hinted otherwise. "It's almost like practice but a little different because there's no toy involved." "You got this," I cooed, smiling supportively at him. "I want to make you both feel good." What a sweet and considerate little boy, concerned about his horny elders who took full advantage of his generous offer. He managed a little smile, a hopeful one that told me everything would be all right. I played with Rocky's tiny, pink nipples, rubbing each of them gently with my big thumbs. I had to fight to urge not to shoot inside him already, especially now that my husband joined in on the boy stuffing. "Oh, this is glorious," Richard whispered with so much carnal lust all over his face, thrusting deeply and slowly into Rocky's surreally stretched hole. Our shafts created sweet, lubricated friction as our members wholly invaded such a forbidden space that no one was supposed to touch for another plenty of years. "Look at us, my love. We're both perverting this young boy together, making him service old men." "We are." I smiled at Rocky. "In a good way, though." He smiled back, looking a little more relaxed after calming down from what were probably just jitters. Had he never practiced or not practiced enough for this lewd act of double penetration, it would've been impossible to do it without ripping him apart. (We weren't monsters!) "I feel stuffed." Rocky let out a lazy giggle, just looking astonished more than anything. He wasn't old enough to develop the desire to truly want this and get off on it, since he was a child and could only get off by humping or possibly getting sucked off. It was why I felt honored for him to want to make me and Richard happy. Too happy on my end, in fact, and it was becoming impossible to hold the urge to come. This warm, soft, and fleshy hole from a young boy was enough to send me over the edge, especially while sharing it with my husband. Richard was right; we were perverting this cute boy, this underage kid, this literal child... Just nine years old... I breathed harder as soon as the climax hit me, and I lost all control, grunting from the sweetest ecstasy I'd ever felt, more so than the illicit blowjob. I came hard and flooded Rocky's young hole with all I had. "Yes, my love, shoot it all inside his little butthole---give it all to him... Oh, I'm coming, too, my love... Fuck..." Groaning, he blasted his milky offering for a double dose of old sperm, gush after gush of two big loads of different seeds from two horny old men, breeding Rocky's tiny but stretched butthole until he was symbolically marked and "pregnant" with our babies. My god, what an experience I'd never forget. "Are we done yet?" Rocky asked, failing to hide an impatient tone from potential boredom. "Almost," Richard said as he and I pulled out of Rocky's hotly destroyed pucker. Lots of cum dripped out of his hole and landed on the sheets, but we didn't bother cleaning it up. "Why, what are we going to do now?" Rocky asked. "Because I don't think I can do that again. It feels a little sore back there." "No, not that, no worries." Richard lay back on the bed and scooted next to me, then grabbed Rocky by the waist and brought his lower half toward us with no effort because of his light weight. "Daddy Guy and I are going to suck your hairless little peepee." Oh, my... Rocky giggled. "You're silly, Daddy Richard." Richard just gave him a warm smile and took the whole thing effortlessly in his mouth, both the shaft and small testicles. Rocky's body squirmed a little, a huge grin on his face. "Ngh, Daddy...Richard...ngh, it feels..." I gave Rocky a gentle shush and stroked his cheek. "It feels good, doesn't it? Enjoy it. You deserve to feel good, too. And one day, you're going to stick it inside our buttholes and squirt your very own boy juice." It was my turn, and Richard passed Rocky's cocklet on to my mouth. I, too, practically swallowed both the shaft and balls whole, making him squirm some more while Richard rubbed his tiny nipples with both thumbs. "That's it, kiddo. Come real dry for your daddies. Let that feeling go and let us give you that dry orgasm you deserve." "Ngh...Daddyyy..." At last, Rocky's body shook, and the tiniest moan came out of him, along with a few little grunts of pure pleasure that only he could feel in his own way. He "came" inside my mouth with what had yet to develop, and I looked forward to the day he produced his first semen for me and Richard to taste, his own little babies just for us, probably in two or three years from now. All of us were spent, and we kissed Rocky goodnight and sent him off to bed in his own room. If only he could sleep with us, but it was too risky with Madge still here. I sighed in relief and smiled at Richard, loving him more than ever because of how much our marriage had changed for the better overnight. Neither of us had to hide our true desires anymore, and we could continue fulfilling them with each other or separately, depending on our moods. He returned the smile and gave me a surprise kiss on the mouth, our tongues briefly touching. We hadn't kissed like this in too many years, and it told me just how happy my openness had made him. "I know you're not sexually attracted to me anymore, and I feel the same, but I love you with all my heart. That's never changed in the last fifty years." Richard's words melted my own heart, putting another smile on my face. "I love you, too. So much." He sighed. "So, I decided we can have children, after all." My eyebrows rose. "Oh? What changed your mind?" "Rocky. To be honest, I've always wanted a son, but I was afraid you wouldn't want one in the way I want one. But we both have plenty of sperm to make, and I found a young surrogate willing to help us both become fathers, a son from each of us." Oh, that sounded like wonderful news. It was what I'd dreamed of for many years, albeit only one son, but two would work just fine for me. "What if one ends up being a girl, or both?" "Oh, Guy. Technology has advanced, and it's quite amazing being able to pick and choose what you want or don't want. Well, within reason. We're just lucky we can afford the high costs for two sons." What a dream come true, and by the time our boys were Rocky's age, Rocky would be in college, but he could come home anytime he wanted and offer a fully developed adult cock of his own, complete with enough protein to continue making our boys strong and healthy. Maybe he could have a son of his own for all of us to play with, including our future sons. 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