Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2020 02:31:08 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Married Boy Lover by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Married Boy Lover

  It was summer 2001, I was at a friend's house for a couple of weeks while
my parents went to Europe. His little brother and I were in the pool, just
horsing around. Jake, the little brother, got out and was going to jump on
me from the side of the pool. As I started away from where he was going, I
noticed that his white swim shorts were transparent when wet. Not only
transparent, but sticking to his boy goodies too.

  Even cold and wet, his cock was bigger than mine. He was fourteen, I was
nineteen. I froze and stared. This allowed him to take aim and jump right
on me. The collision jarred me from my state of shock enough, that I
managed to get a feel of his cock as his body slid down mine into the
water.

  We splashed around a bit more and I bet him he couldn't get me again. So
he repeated the climb out and jump on me. I was ready this time, and got a
good handful of his goodies. He grinned at me, and climbed out of the pool
again. It was plain to see that his cock had engorged some, and by the time
he jumped again, I could feel a very hard cock.

  He grinned at me again. This time though, he put my hand right on his
junk.

  "You like it?" he asked me.

  Totally dumbfounded, I could only nod.

  "Follow me," he said.

  Now up to this point in my life, I'd had sex a total of one time. It was
prom night, I was drunk, I don't remember much except that it was over
quickly, and the girl hasn't spoken to me since.

  Jake led me to his room. I stared as he took off his wet shorts. His
hard, thick, seven inch cock sprang out. It was gorgeous.

  "Let me see yours," Jake said, standing by the bed.

  My five inch [12 cm] (on a good day, I swear it is) thin dick was
straining for release. When I dropped my shorts, Jake took it between two
fingers and stroked it a couple of times. Then he sat on the bed and leaned
back, his cock flopped onto his belly making a noticeable sound. I was
still standing, staring.

  "Suck it," was all he had to say, and I was on my knees, worshiping his
boyhood.

  I stayed with them for two weeks and sucked his cock at least once a
day. Usually more if we could work it out. He never touched me again. He
would just nod in the direction of his bedroom, and I'd be there a few
minutes later sucking on him.

***

  Fast forward to 2011. I'd been married to Kay three years. We had just
finished another, for her, unsatisfying session in bed.

  "I'm sorry babe. I tried to hold back," I said breathily.

  "It's okay. I liked it," she lied.

  She's a sweet girl who would never purposely hurt anyone's feelings,
especially mine.

  "Did Mike and Charles... could they make you cum?" They were her only two
lovers before we met.

  "Don't worry sweety. It was good. I liked it."

  I'd had a drink or three, so I had to press it. "Really Babe. Did they
make you cum?" I kept at her on, and on, till she finally broke.

  "If you must know then, yes, they did. Now go to sleep," she said turning
her back to me.

  The cat was now out of the bag, and it was clawing at my mind.

  I snuggled behind her and kissed her neck. I played with her tits, which
is one of her weaknesses.

  "Was it because they were bigger than me, or that they lasted longer or
what?" You have to remember that Kay was only the second girl I had been
with, and the first hardly counted. I really didn't know shit about women.

  She glared over her shoulder at me, then realized I expected an honest
answer. She sighed and reluctantly nodded her head.

  "Yes to which? Bigger or lasted longer?"

  "Both. But It's not your fault sweety. I know you try hard."

  That was the beginning of a long, gut wrenching, tearful conversation. In
the end, I told her to find a lover.

  Two months passed with us talking about it off and on. Then one day she
said she found the right guy. He was a little older than us, divorced, not
interested in a relationship because he shared custody of his son. I told
her to invite him for dinner.

  Imagine my surprise when he turned up on our doorstep, and was very
black. I hadn't expected that. I guess that was part of the appeal for her,
and for me. He was less likely to try to steal her away from me.

  Dinner was good even though the conversation was somewhat uncomfortable,
and there was obvious nervous tension in the air. After dinner I picked up
our wine glasses and went to the living room. Kay and Levon (his name)
followed shortly, but Kay said she was going to show him the rest of the
house.

  So I sat and sipped my wine trying to wrap my head around the
situation. When I realized they had been gone for half an hour, I went
upstairs to see what was keeping them.

  I soon discovered the answer, when I heard the moaning. I peeked into our
bedroom to see his ass pumping up and down on my wife. I crept back
downstairs and waited, rather impatiently.

  An hour later, Levon comes down dressed as he had been, shakes my hand
nervously and departs. I turn out the lights and lock up, before going
upstairs.

  Kay is sprawled out, probably just as he had left her. Her pussy was
gaped open and cum was running out. I shook her arm.

  "Babe, are you okay?" I had never seen a woman like this.

  She looked at me through glazed eyes. "What? Oh yeah, sweety. I'm fine."
Her head dropped back to the pillow.

  I got undressed while staring at her abused pussy. By the time I was
naked, I was hard. I got down close to her and couldn't believe the
condition it was in. Something made me lick it. I was immediately taken
back to Jake's bedroom where I had first experienced that taste. I began
devouring his juice from her. In my mind, it was Jake's juice.

  Two weeks later he was back. Same scenario, only this time when they went
upstairs, I followed shortly after and watched from the doorway. I could
not believe what was hanging between his legs. It was hard to imagine it
wasn't on something with four legs and a mane. This time, he spent the
night and most of the next day fucking my wife.

  So it went, every other weekend Levon would come spend Friday and
Saturday nights fucking Kay.

  We talked about it a lot as you can imagine. I usually got hard, and
would fuck her for about a minute. She swore it was just the sex, and I
believed her. She really didn't seem to like him too much, well at least
not above the waist, anyway.

  Then one Friday, Levon calls just before he was due to come over. His ex
wife had gone out of town and dropped the son off with him. Kay wasn't
about to give up her weekend of depravity, and told Levon to bring his son
with him. We could cook out and his son could swim in our pool. It would be
fun for him.

  So Levon brought Darrell and we cooked out. Darrell wore a red swimsuit,
that became just as transparent as Jake's had. And at only thirteen, it was
obvious Darrell was packing even more than Jake. I almost burned the steaks
on the grill while staring at Darrell's package.

  After dinner, Darrell was back in the pool, and I was cleaning the grill
off, when Kay and Levon disappeared. Darrell came over, dripping water, and
I couldn't keep from looking at his crotch as I pretended to pay attention
to what I was doing.

  "You know he's up there fucking your wife," he informed me.

  "Uh... Uh..."

  "He told me you watch him fuck her too."

  "I... um..."

  "It's ok. I understand. You like big black cock as much as she does."

  "What? No."

  "Sure you do. You've been staring at my junk since I got here."

  "Well, It's just..."

  "It's ok, really. I don't mind. Here have a better look," he said and
pulled down the front of his swimsuit.

  I was in brain lock. I just stared at his large cock. It wasn't as big as
his father's, but it was probably eight [20 cm] thick inches.

  "You can touch it. Go ahead."

  On it's own accord, my hand reached for his cock. I could feel the power
in its thick shaft. It grew hard in my hand. I felt his hand on my
shoulder, pushing me to my knees.

  "I know you want it. Go ahead have a taste."

  I did want to taste it. I was drawn to it. My mouth opened, and he guided
my head to it. It slid to the back of my throat and down before he let the
pressure off my head. Then he held me in place as he moved his hips back
and forth. After a minute I discovered he wasn't holding my head, and he
wasn't moving. I was blowing my wife's lover's thirteen year old son.

  He stopped me abruptly and said, "Let's go upstairs. And bring the olive
oil." He then strolled naked into the house.

  I did as I was told, and met him at the top of the stairs. We could hear
Kay, "Oh god, I love your cock Levon. Keep fucking me with that big cock."

  Darrell gave me a shit eating grin, and turned toward the guest room.

  "Get naked," he commanded, and I did.

  "Now I see why she likes my dad's cock so much," he said upon seeing my
deminutive appendage.

  He began oiling up his cock and said "Get on the bed. I'm going to give
you a bit of what your wife is getting.

  I knew what was coming. I may have even wanted it. Either way, I didn't
try to stop him. Once he pushed that fat knob passed my muscle, I was his
to do with as he pleased. And he did. He worked that big cock into me and
started to plow fresh ground. My little dick went soft at first then became
a nail. He reached under me and grabbed it.

  "My little girl has a big clit," he said as he stroked into me. He only
held my dick, and soon I was squirting a load on the sheets. I collapsed
onto the bed, and Darrell followed me down. He reached under and around my
shoulders grasping them to hold me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. He
made me cum a second time without even touching my dick. I felt it when he
unloaded inside me, and I found a new kind of contentment.

  He woke me in the night and fucked me again. That's how Kay and Levon
found us in the morning, Darrell spooned behind me with his large teen cock
still lodged in my ass.

  Throughout the weekend whenever Kay and Levon went to the bedroom,
Darrell would have me on my knees. Either sucking him or taking his cock in
my ass. Always saying what a good little girl I am. Telling me he loves my
tight pussy. I tell him It's his pussy any time he wants it.

  That's how it's been. Darrell has grown to be as big as his dad. Kay and
I each have our own black cock to worship. Darrell will be going away to
college soon, but Levon promised to bring his nephew with him when he comes
over. He's only twelve now, but I don't care. In fact, I can't wait.

The End
© Cutter09


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