Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2024 17:51:12 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 11

Note: this is a story of fiction. None of this ever happened.


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A boy for my husband chapter 11:


Authors note: I've started a companion series called "letters." It
gives some context to this chapter so, if you haven't started it, I
would invite you to pause your reading of this story and check out that
one. It's by no means necessary. Enjoy!


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At some point during the night the boys broke away from Anthony and I and
started cuddling with each other. When I woke up, Freddie was spooning
Miles. Their two smooth bodies were pressed close together. Freddie's
arm was loosely wrapped around his best friend.


I got out of bed and gave Anthony a kiss on the forehead. I was always
the first up. I went to the kitchen and started coffee. Anthony and I
both stayed up late texting with Coach Reilly and some other men he knew.
We are hosting a pool party with the coach, his best friend / closet
lover Bob and another teacher from the school Coach works at. But the
guest of honor was Bobs son, Billy. He was just 10 but he was also a very
curious little boy. Our boys were unaware of this little party and I
hoped they would like the extra attention they were going to get today.


I snuck back into the bedroom with a cup of coffee for my husband. He was
wide awake now and looked at me with *that* smile. The smile that said he
wanted to fuck some boy hole before he started the day. My cock was
already half hard so I slipped off my briefs and let it swell up all the
way. But Anthony shook his head gently and pointed at the boys. He slowly
removed the covers and what I saw almost made me cum.


Freddie wasn't just cuddling with Miles. His little prick had
disappeared in between the ass cheeks of the boy I had loaded up last
night. Before we fell asleep I lightly violated his little hole with my
finger and felt the cum oozing out. He must still have some cum up there
because I could hear the sticky sound of it being pushed back in and let
out over and over. I'm not sure if they were awake but Freddie was
gently fucking his little friend with the loads my husband and I left in
his ass.


Miles was letting out soft moans and his eyes started to creep open. When
he realized what was going on - and that Anthony and I were engaging in
some perverted voyeurism  - he reached over, twisted his head and kissed
Freddie passionately. The boy tops eyes sprung open and it was evident
that he was asleep. The shock of not just having a wet dream but actually
sticking his little prick into the warm, recently pummeled hole of his
sixth grade classmate excited him. Taking a cue out of our book he
flipped miles onto his stomach and started railing him.


Freddie looked over at Anthony and I and smiled.


"Good morning uncles."


"Good morning champ," Anthony responded. His hand was jerking his big
uncut dick fast. His legs were tensed up. He was already edging.


I was also jerking off but I wasn't ready to cum yet. I took charge and
became the head coach for once.


"You like topping now Freddie?" I asked with a hint of humor in my
voice.


"Yes I do. But I still like having your dicks in me."


Miles chirped in between moans, "and I still love having all the
dicks!"


Just then Freddie started breathing heavily. He was jackhammering his
dick into Miles. He tensed up and let out a howl. He was spraying his
morning load straight into the boy guts that I got to know so well last
night. He shook with the pleasure of emptying his nuts and his prick fell
out of miles hole as he dismounted.


Miles wasn't done. He arched his back, slid his knees up to his chest
and stuck him bum in the air.


"Next please!" The boy said with a giggle.


I wasn't going to let that invitation go unanswered. I spit on my hand
and lubed up my swollen tool. Miles didn't need anything more than that.
I plunged into him without care or concern for how it felt. My carnal
instincts took over and I pounded him harder than I had the night before.
He may have been the small boy that I was coming to love, but right now
he was the means to a very perverse end. He was a repository for my cum,
nothing more.


Miles gasped as his hole tried to adjust to the much larger object just
shoved into his belly. If I flipped him over I could probably see my fuck
stick moving in and out. That thought drove me even more wild and made me
fuck even harder.


I could have broken Miles in two. Instead of screaming in pain his moans
turned into breathless cries of ecstasy.


"Yes! Fuck me! Pound my hole!"


This boy was now totally converted. He was my cum dumpster and only lived
to collect loads. And I wasn't going to deprive him.


I felt myself getting close. Anthony was still laying down jerking off.
Freddie was staring at his friend getting the full length of my engorged,
rock hard dick. He copied Anthony's role from last night. He got beside
me and spoke into my ear.


"That's right uncle Andrew. Use the hole I just opened for you. Tear it
up with your big cock. Use Miles, my best friend... my 11 year old best
friend. Don't stop until you have pushed my load deep into his guts
mixed with your child molesting seed."


Jesus he knew how to talk to me. He nibbled on my ear and whispered even
softer, "Miles loves it. He loves you and uncle Anthony. I love you both
too. Please show Miles your love in return."


I couldn't stop myself now. I did love this boy. And I loved making him
feel good. And I loved how he made me feel. I was pounding my love into
him.


I yelled, "I love you boys. I love you Anthony. I love you Freddie and
I..."


At that moment my balls clenched tight and started emptying the hot load
they had been holding. My cock gushed and flooded Miles'. I groaned and
almost screamed, "I fucking love youuuuuuuu!!!"


Anthony was jerking off furiously. Freddie got on his knees in front of
my husband and took a massive load all over his face. His lips, cheeks,
nose, and forehead were painted in sticky white man juice. He wiped it
off and licked his fingers. He fed some to Miles as well.


As we were both satisfied, Anthony and I dressed, got the boys ready and
started our day. I made the boys breakfast and we ate together again like
a family.


Halfway through breakfast Anthony pulled two sharpie markers out of his
pocket. He took the cap off one.


"Give me your right hand," he said to both boys. They obeyed without
question. Anthony wrote two small tick marks on each hand.


"I want you to track all your loads today boys. It's a contest. Whoever
gets the most by the end of the day will win a prize."


Miles' eyes lit up, "you're going to give us more?"


"Yes we are. And you're going to have the chance to get more from other
men today."


Freddie looked up from his pancakes with excitement. "Coach Reilly is
coming over, isn't he?"


"Yes he is," I said. "And he's bringing some friends with him."



-Your Friend in Perversion

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Nifty Stories (so far):

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/letters/