Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2024 22:06:08 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A Boy for My Husband - Chapter 1

This story is 100% fiction. None of this really happened.


Let start with the fact that I'm married to the man of my dreams. We've
been together for 5 years and our relationship is strong. We're both in
our 30's, both professionals with good careers and generally a great
life. His name is Anthony and I'm Andrew.


What makes our life together so special is that we hide nothing from each
other. He knows I've struggled with drug addiction. I know he was abused
and almost removed from his family when he came out. Sharing has made us
stronger and we don't hold back. Sharing is how we found out we both
have the same cravings.


One night we were fooling around. Nothing too special, just getting off.
We both had long days and we just needed to nut and pass out. We were
watching some twink porn on TV.  It was one of those fake incest videos
where dad takes his son to the doctor. You know the one I'm talking
about. We love young, smooth boys. We've had three sums with a few in
our day. But he truly surprised me when he leaned over and whispered in
my ear, "I wish he was younger."


My dick instantly got a little harder when I heard this. I whispered back
to him, "he can't be more than 19, you want him younger? I wish we had
seen him on his 18th birthday."


He jerked harder now and looked me in the eye. Then he said, "I wish I
had been there for his first cum shot. I wish I taught him how to jerk
off. I wish I was the one to break in his hole when he was in middle
school."


The last two words made me spray cum all over the place. We knew then
that we were both perverted men who shared a love for young boys. Not
wanting to leave him wanting, I started caressing his balls and I kept
the story going.


"I would have helped you. Picked him up outside of school. Brought him
home and introduced him to porn. I would have given him some liquor and
started fondling the boy. You could come home from the office to find me
jerking off a 4 inch, almost hairless boy cock.


"I'd watch you get hard in your pants and I'd tell the boy it was time
to become a man. I'd hold him down and keep his mouth shut while you
gave him his first breeding."


That's all it took for Anthony. He shot the biggest Cumshot I'd ever
seen out of him... and I'd seen him shoot after edging at a bath house
for hours. He covered his face and splattered on mine.


Exhausted and a little embarrassed, We kissed each other, said our "I
love you's" and went right to sleep. But we knew that we had crossed a
line that we were both eager to cross again.


We didn't talk about what had happened right away. We went back to our
usual sex routine, but we both kept looking at each other, waiting for
one to bring it up. We both knew that our perverted orgasms were the
best. Sharing them was even better.


A week after that first night I got a text from Anthony.

"I'm heading to the gym after work. Meet there and then grab dinner?"

It was usual for us to work out twice a week together, but today was off
our normal schedule. He usually went alone two days and I went another
two days. There's not anything secretive about it, just how our
schedules work out. I figured he must just be out of the office early.

"Sure, see you there around 5:00," I replied.

"Try to make it 4:30" he said.

Now I was suspicious.


I got to the gym right around 4:15. I wanted to beat him there. Our gym
is a nice, private type club. There's a big weight room, cycle studio,
yoga space, even a boxing room. There's also a huge basketball court.
I'm short, only 5'4", so I never really played. Anthony was a little
taller, but he was also not very interested in basketball... until today.


As I got into the locker room I saw he was there and he was already
dressed. He looked a little funny in basketball shorts, a shirtless tank
top and brand new basketball shoes.


"Whoa," I said, "are you going out for the team or just trying to look
the part?"


"You always said I need to be more social, so I'm getting involved."
He raised an eyebrow which told me he had other motives.

"Come to practice before you go to your cycle class."

I was over an hour early so I agreed and followed him from the locker
room to the gym.


What awaited us was both amazing and terrifying. 12 pre-teen to teenage
boys. The youngest was maybe 10 and the oldest 15. all were dressed for
practice and all were waiting for Anthony. You could see right away that
they were anxious to make a good impression.


"Alright boys, we've got a big practice in front of us," my very
serious looking husband started.

"I'm not your usual coach, and basketball isn't my sport. But as a
runner and cross trainer your coach thought I could help with your
reaction time on the court and hopefully work better as a team. So,
let's start with laps."


Over the next hour I saw a side of my husband I previously didn't
realize existed. He related well with the young boys, was patient and
kind. He also pushed those who he knew could be better. The teens had an
immediate respect for Anthony and that really REALLY turned me on.


Before I knew it I had to walk out of the gym for my cycle class. At that
point the boys were sweaty and most were out of breath. The smell of all
those teen hormones assaulted my nose. But at the same time it was
attractive. I had to adjust my half hard cock before I stood up. I
slipped it under my waist band and walked over from the bleachers to the
side line.


"I'm going now. And we're going to talk about this little adventure of
yours tonight." I smiled at him knowingly and kissed his cheek. A couple
of the boys stared at that, but it's 2024 for most of them, seeing two
guys together was as normal as anything else. What they weren't used to
was seeing one of the men tucking his 8" cock under his shorts. One boy
in particular took interest in that...


My cycling class was very much needed. It helped me work out some pent up
sexual tension. But as I bobbed up and down, in and out of the saddle, I
kept thinking about those boys and their cocks bobbing up and down in
their shorts.


The locker room was packed when I walked back in. That's not odd at all;
the after work crowd is usually pretty intense at our gym. I found
Anthony at his usual locker, towel wrapped around his waist, sitting on
the bench typing away on his cell phone. I punched his shoulder lightly
and felt that he was still covered in sweat.


"Well, I never had you pegged as a community leader and youth
counselor..." I said with a knowing nod.


He looked up from his phone, smiled and replied, "what can I say, I
think I found a passion," and then he whispered in my ear, "and their
names are Jason and Christopher."


"Tell me more over dinner," I said quickly, once again having to tuck
my half hard cock up, hiding it under my towel. We both turned and headed
towards the showers.


Being a modern gym, the showers are separated with walls and curtains.
There's usually some guys in the back stalls with their curtains open,
but it's all for show. The attendants are pretty strict and more than
one guy has been tossed out for "inappropriate behavior" in the locker
room. We pay a lot of money to belong here, and we don't want to waste
the $1,000 initiation fee just to get our rocks off. So Anthony and I
stick to the middle showers, sometimes showing off to each other because
we like the excitement. Today Anthony walked straight to the last stall
and left the curtain half open.


I took the one across from him because I knew something was up. Sure
enough when he dropped his towel, all 7" of his rock hard, uncut dick
was sticking straight out. His tan, Puerto Rican skin was glistening with
sweat and I could see precum dripping from his tight foreskin. I realized
then he took his phone to the showers with him. He held it up so that I
could see the screen. From six feet away I was mesmerized with what I
saw. It was a slow motion video of the boys running around the gym. They
ran towards Anthony and you could see their packages flopping up and down
as they ran. He flipped to another video, this one was one of the boys
sitting on the floor. One boy was center frame. His legs were out in
front of him, knees bent. It was just enough so you could peer up his
shorts at the right angle. Sure enough, Anthony had positioned his phone
just right so that you could see the outline of his boxers. His barely
hairless legs led up a small cut dick that had just a whisper of hair
and  was framed by a pair of tight, hairless balls.


Now I was hard too. I wanted to cross the open aisle, slip into his
shower, grab his dick and jerk him off while I told him what a dirty
pervert he was. I know Anthony wanted it too. But the showers were busy
so we both hosed off (with cold water) and got out.


I finished showering first. I was toweling off when the same boy whose
shorts I had just been looking up on a video walked into the shower room.
He turned on the water, got behind the curtain, closed it and flung his
towel over the top. I wanted so bad to see what he was working with in
real life. Anthony turned off his shower and walked beside me.


"The one with the shorts is right there," I whispered.


"I know what you're thinking, and I want it too. But we need to give it
some time."


Obviously I knew that. But it's not like I was going to bend him over or
force his face down onto my cock (yet). Instead, I walked by slowly and
gave his towel just the slightest yank and it fell onto the floor. I then
turned on my heel, picked it up and held it out for the boy. He reached
around the curtain, feeling the ground first. I let him search blind
until he had to pull the curtain open to see what had happened to his
towel. It was then that I got the full view.


He was skinny as a rail. 5 foot 4 inches, just like me. His face was very
boyish. I'd say he looks like a young Justin Bieber if that wasn't so
cliche. But the resemblance was there. He has brown hair with touches of
blonde. Baby fat cheeks and perfect lips. His eyes were hazel and his
skin was flawless and white. Not too white though. He had some Latin in
him. And if he didn't, Anthony would see to that.


He had teenage abs. Those ones that are just natural for skinny boys to
have. They could eat nothing but potato chips and beef jerky and still
have those washboard abs. I never had them but it took me back to all the
ones I stared at very sneak when I was in middle and high school. The
ones I craved to touch and, seeing his now made my hands tremble like
they did 20 years ago.


Without trying to look obvious I looked down, pretending to avert my eyes
and hand him the towel. What I saw truly blew my mind. The small cut cock
that was under the shorts in that video had grown in the warm water. It
was girthy, and you could tell he still had some growing to do. The very
light patch of brown pubes above his cock was the only hint of hair
anywhere.


I wanted to stare all night, but he grabbed the towel, gave a quick
"thanks" and turned around. His butt was right and also without hair. I
wanted to spread those cheeks and bury my face in there so bad. Instead I
walked out back towards the lockers. Anthony was close behind.


"That was Christopher," Anthony said.

"He's 13 and a really good point guard."