Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 18:12:05 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 12

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A Boy for My Husband: Chapter 12


The rest of the morning was uneventful. The boys helped with some chores
and Anthony busied himself in the bedroom. First he cleaned up the mess
we had made last night and this morning. Then he setup the toys, retied
the ropes to the bed, and setup our sex sling in the corner.


It was early in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Miles and Freddie
were playing video games. I thought it was impossible to stop playing
Fortnite when you were mid round (that's what Anthony told me anyway)
but the boys turned off their Switches and ran for the door together.
They grabbed the knob at the same time and pulled to reveal a buffet of
men waiting on our doorstep.


The man who rang the door was not who we were expecting at all. He stuck
out from the rest of the group, but in a very good way.


"Hi. I'm Mark Sullivan. You two must be Freddie and Miles."


Mark stood about 5'10" and was either very Latin or Middle Eastern. His
dark skin, black hair and close cropped black beard gave him an heir of
dominance. He was stacked as well. Big shoulders, thick arms and legs.
His pecs budged out of a dark t shirt. His 5" swim trunks did a terrible
job at hiding his massive package.


Coach Frank they knew. He stood broad shouldered and muscular. If he
wasn't in the back of the group he would have blocked out the rest. His
dark brown hair was covered by a blue baseball cap. His thick, neatly
trimmed beard framed out his face well. One of his big hairy arms was
around the shoulder of the man who must be Bob, his lover.


Bob Wright was skinnier but tall. He's light brown hair was just
starting to recede a bit, but his long face and light stubble gave him a
look of boyish youth.  He wore a tank top and he had a surprising number
of tattoos visible. His whole left arm was a sleeve of blue water,
fishes, waves and a perfect representation of the small boy standing next
to him.


Billy looked just like his dad. His hair was a little blonder. His hazel
eyes beamed up at Miles and Freddie. His wide smile revealed a missing
tooth or two. He was skinny as a rail but you could already tell it was
from an intense amount of energy. He ran into the kitchen and gave
Anthony a big hug.


"Mr. Sullivan, is this your brother?"


It was true, Anthony did resemble Mark a bit. Freddie could be either
ones kid. Mark was more Arab looking, but their skin and body structure
were very close.


"No buddy. He's our new friend," Mark said


"I'm Anthony. This is Andrew, Freddie and Miles."


Little Billy smiled and waived at each person in turn.


"I'm Billy."


Miles shook the boys hand and Freddie gave him a high five. The three
studied each other, Miles took an immediate interest in the boys tiny
butt. He looked around him, and then up at me with a devilish smile. One
I had only seen on Anthony before.


"It's great to meet you Billy. Are you ready to swim? Miles and I are
already really warm."


"Yeah! I just need to put on my swimsuit."


"Don't worry about that. We like swimming naked. Is that okay?"


Billy looked at his father with a nervous smile. Bob gave him an assuring
nod.


"Yeah!" Billy exclaimed.


Miles took Billy by the hand and they started walking towards the back
bathroom and out to the pool patio. As they walked I heard Billy say,
"you guys both have marker on your hands."


Miles laughed, "yeah, we are playing a game today. Maybe you can play
too if your dad says it's okay."


"What's the game?"


Freddie squeezed the boys ass and said, "we will show you in a bit."


The boys disappeared around the corner and it was suddenly just a room of
5 horny perverts. We were all playing with our cocks watching the three
boys talk. Bob was by far the most turned on. His stiff cock was sticking
out over the waistband of his swim shorts. He looked down and blushed.
The red cheeks made him look even more like his small son.


"Sorry, I've been excited all morning." He said.


"No worries friend. You're in good company here." Anthony assured
him.


"Billy also had his hand up your shorts on the whole drive over," coach
Frank said.


"He did? How did I miss that?" Mark exclaimed.


"You're apparently a really good driver," Frank replied. We all let
out a nervous laugh.


I lowered my voice a little, "The only reason we aren't fully boned
ourselves is because we already dropped a load each this morning. One
into Miles and one into Freddie."


Anthony cut in, "that's what the sharpie marks are for. We have the
boys keeping track of their loads today."


The three strangers in our kitchen looked at us with wide eyed
admiration. Bob looked a little nervous but his cock moved up his shorts
even more.


"I'm not sure if Billy is ready for that."


"I'm not so sure you know your son well enough Bobby," Frank said. He
kissed his lover, nibbled on his ear a bit, grabbed his cock out of his
shorts and said, "he's sure been more than ready to take our loads."


Bobs knees went a little weak when Frank wrapped his big hands around his
swollen dick. Mark, Anthony and I looked on at this scene. It was obvious
Frank had full control over his secret boyfriend.


"You know you wanna watch your son take all these loads today, don't
you?"


"Y-yes I do."


"Yes I do, what?"


"Yes I do, sir."


The dynamic became apparent then. It didn't need any explanation but Bob
gave one anyway.


"Frank and I have been best friends since we were the kids age. We both
grew up in the same church. We've been fucking around all our lives.
Frank was at my wedding,"


"And at the birth of his son," Frank cut in.


"Yes, he was there too. We have always kept our relationship a secret. I
know it seems old school but it works for us."


"We don't judge," I said.


"Anyway," Bob continued, "when Frank says jump I say how high and how
deep onto your dick should I fall?"


"He's an obedient lover, that's for sure. But we are getting ready to
train the next generation." Franks bulge swelled as he said this. Mark
also was visibly hard now too. His uncut cock was running down his leg
and poking out the bottom of his shorts.


"And where do you fall in all of this?" Anthony asked the muscular
teacher while staring at the massive cock.


"Me? I'm just the humble science teacher with a crush on one of my
students. Billy has been writing me some sexy letters and his Dad has
encouraged me to take an interest."


"That's a good father," Anthony laughed.


"We should go over some ground rules gentlemen," I said.


"First, our boys are willing to please but we don't want to push them
any further than they're willing to go. We are protective as hell and if
it seems like you're hurting them or making them uncomfortable we will
stop."


"Same goes for Billy," Frank said.


"Second, we all stay out in the open. No taking boys into the bathrooms
or sneaking off to the bedrooms alone."


Anthony jumped in, "but if we all want to go to the bedroom at some
point we have a pretty good setup."


"Final rule," I continued, "whether or not Billy plays along, our boys
are in a contest and they're competitive as hell. Make sure you mark
every load you give them. It can be on their face or in their ass. If you
drop a load deep in their holes and you keep fucking, keep track."


"We can do that," Mark said.


"Then I think we are in good shape for a fun afternoon!"


With that out of the way we grabbed some lunch items and headed out to
the pool house. The boys hadn't made an appearance yet which I found a
little odd.


"Where are the boys? I figured they would have jumped right in."
Anthony asked.


Just then the door flew open and three naked pre teen boys jumped from
the deck into our giant pool. Each was sporting a hard little pecker.
Billy was last out and as he ran by I saw two little black sharpie marks
on his hand.


Freddie came up from under the water and said, "Billy likes our game!
And he's already in the lead. He can really suck good coach!"


Miles continued, "I like being the fucker almost as much as I like
getting fucked uncle Andrew!"


That explained what the boys had been up too. While the men were
discussing rules and guidelines for taking care of our boys, the boys had
been off on their own spitroasting the kid they met not 15 minutes ago. I
was mad I missed it.


Anthony grabbed beers for all of us. After he handed them out he grabbed
his phone.


"I'm really glad I setup a camera in the bathroom last night."


We all crowded around his small screen and watched as Miles plowed Billy
and Freddie shoved his little dick down the boys throat.


It was apparent Miles was enjoying himself. The boy was like a rabbit,
fucking fast and furious. As a first time top he had no true rhythm. I
made a mental note to show him some skills.


There wasn't any sound on the camera but from what you could see,
Freddie was moaning. He gave Miles a wide smile and when Miles started
slowing down - apparently starting to cum - Freddie also slowed down his
assault on the boys mouth. They both must have blown their loads at the
same time because Freddie gave Miles a high five, they pulled out of the
boy and gave him his sharpie marks.


The five of us men stood around with fully tented pants. The boys
continued to play in the pool like nothing happened. They ran around as
naked as the day they were born. All had little flaccid cocks now and I
reveled in the thought of being that young and free.


We let the boys be. We sat at a patio table and talked all about how we
met the boys through our youth basketball coaching. We talked about their
deadbeat and useless parents and how we were just about the only positive
influences in their lives right now.


Mark, Bob and Frank shared their story about Billy.


(**AUTHORS NOTE: Read my story "letters" for a detailed back story on
Billy)


They told us about Billy's love notes to Mark and Bobs intimate
experience with his own son. At first it made me nervous; the thought of
molesting your own son. But then I saw the love Bob has for Billy is the
same love I have for Miles and Freddie. That thought, the thought that my
love was comparable to the love of an actual father, made me feel warm
inside. It also made me groin warm. I really wanted to see true father
son love. Would it be more intimate than ours?


Mark still seemed uncomfortable with the idea. It was obvious he wanted
to cross the same line we all had, but he knew it was a line you
couldn't come back from. Once you sunk your junk into smooth, innocent
boy hole, there's no going back. Once you hear a young boy gasp and moan
at the feeling of you invading them, you're forever addicted to it. I
know I was at least. And I was determined to help Mark across that line
as well.


"So Mark, this will be your first time with Billy?" I knew the answer
but I wanted to hear him say it.


"Y-yes," he stuttered.


I gestured towards Bob, "And what do you want to do to this man's young
son?"


"Well, I -"


Frank broke in, "he wants to stuff the kid from both ends with his hard
as a rock, boy raping cock."


Marks tan skin turned a slightest shade of red.


"My son would love that Mr. Sullivan," Bob reassured him.


"Yeah I would!"


Billy was suddenly standing beside Mark with a hard little pecker. His
smooth, naked body dripping wet. He had young boy abs that stuck out
because he was cold. His pink little nipples were as hard as his Weiner.


Billy didn't wait for any instruction or go ahead. He moved under the
table and pulled at Marks shorts. He must have still been half hard
because it was a struggle getting those tight fitting things around his
massive bulge. I couldn't see because it was happening under the table
but I knew Billy had gotten his lips around that thick cock when Marks
eyes fell to the back of his head and his mouth dropped open.


"Oooohhhh yeah. That feels great."


"That feels great, who?" Frank said.


"That feels great Billy."


"And who is Billy to you Mark?" Frank was massaging his own bulge
through his pants.


"My student."


"What kind of student?"


"My ten year old, fifth grade student."


Those last words came out with a moan. He was truly enjoying this now.


"Jesus Mark, you're hung like a horse," Bob exclaimed, "and my son is
swallowing all of it. You like my son's warm mouth on your massive
tool?"


"Y-yes," the teacher stuttered.


"You want to taste your cock on my son's breath?"


Mark didn't answer. He stared wide eyed at the young boys father.


Anthony joined in on the action, "Hey Billy. Come up here and give your
teacher a kiss."


Billy didn't need to be told twice. He slid up through the muscular legs
of Mr. Sullivan and plopped his naked butt into his lap. Marked pushed
his seat back in surprise. Now the group of us could see what was going
on. Marks cock bent down and it was longer than I had anticipated. His
uncut cock was the size of a large Red Bull can. At least 8" long and
thicker than I had ever seen a cock in real life. His foreskin covered
the head but it was peeling back quickly as the smooth asshole as his
prepubescent crush slid by.


Billy got right up to Marks face and gave him a long kiss on the lips.
The man's short but prominent beard must have tickled the boy because he
let out a small giggle. He didn't break away from the passionate kiss.


Mark was still nervous. His eyes were open wide, unsure of what to do. He
caught the look of Bob and the father gave an approving nod. With that
approval Mark wrapped his arms around the small frame of Billy, opened
his mouth and plunged his tongue into the warm oral cavity of his young
student. He closed his eyes and soaked up this incredible feeling. His
foreskin peeled all the way back and it seemed like his cock could pick
the boy up off his lap without any help. It pulsed underneath the tiny
child. He got that look in his eye. The one I had seen many times now in
my own husbands eyes and the same look he's seen in mine. The same look
we saw on Franks face in the steamy locker room shower. The look of
unbridled lust and a burning desire to let loose on the young boy
currently straddling his cock. I was honestly expecting him to pick the
boy up, throw him on the table and fuck him right then.


But instead Mark savored the time in this intimate moment. With his eyes
closed he explored Billy with his hands. They ran up and down the 10-year
olds body, feeling every inch of his pale skin. He looked pale in
comparison to the olive skin of the older teacher, but that made it all
the more attractive. The contrast between light and dark, slight and
hulking, boy and man was almost enough to make me cum in my pants.


Bob looked at Anthony and asked quietly, "can you grab your camera? I
want to save this moment."


Anthony ran into the house and grabbed our camera. We invested in a new
HDR unit. We weren't sure who was going to play camera man, and I was
glad the group decided for us. Anthony started filming and did a close up
shot on Billy's bare bottom rubbing up against Marks now fully erect
cock. He panned up to reveal the young boy and his handsome teacher
locked in a passionate embrace of each other.


Freddie and Miles seemed to come out of nowhere and they stood on either
side of Mark. They smiled at young Billy then got on their knees and
started servicing the teachers dick, which was already slick with a mix
of Billy's spit and a generous amount of precum.


Frank and Bob had both pulled their stiff cocks out. I got on my knees
and started servicing them both. Miles saw what I was doing. He left
Freddie to work his magic on Mark and he got on his knees next to me. We
kissed and then I took his head and guided it onto Franks tool. I
whispered, "you're such a great cock sucker miles. I love you." He
smiled with Frank almost completely down his throat. It was so beautiful.
An 11 year old able to fit a man's cock all the way down to the base was
something that words cannot fully do justice in explaining. You'd have
to be there. And from the way Frank moaned, he wouldn't have wanted to
be anywhere else at that moment.


The coach was staring at his lovers young son with wanting eyes. It was
obvious to me that he had wanted to violate the boys tight little hole
for a long time. How he had refrained from doing so for all these years
seemed like a mystery. Then I realized that up until a couple months ago
I couldn't have imagined doing anything like this either.


Bob was also staring at his son still making out with his science
teacher. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and could taste his salty
sweet precum starting to flood my mouth. I could tell he was getting
close.


I didn't want to play favorites but I thought it was unfair to take a
load out of the game.


"Miles, come swallow Mr. Wrights first load."


Miles took Franks cock out of his mouth and switched places with me.


Freddie looked up and protested, "hey, that's not fair. He didn't work
for it."


"Don't worry Freddie, he will work for it," Mr. Wright said before
looking at me and asking, "how hard can I make him work for it?"


"Go to town Bob," I said.


With that Bob took Miles by the back of the head and shoved his cock
quickly down the boys throat. He forcefully skull fucked the kid I was
beginning to think of as my own. Miles coughed and gagged. A little tear
fell from his eye but he was enjoying getting his throat railed out as
much as he has had his ass used in the past.


"Yeah daddy, face fuck Miles harrrr..." Billy shuddered as Freddie moved
from Marks cock to the boys hairless little hole. He tasted Miles' cum
that must have been slowly dripping out. The 10 year old moaned and
giggled at the feeling. But Freddie only did it for a moment. He got the
boys hole nice and wet and then guided Mr. Sullivan's thick tool into
position and rested it just outside the tight star that we all knew he
wanted to stretch.


Mark didn't wait for anyone to give him a nod. Instead he looked
straight at the camera Anthony was holding and said, "watch this."


The massive tool disappeared into Billy's underside. I swear I could see
it poke up into his belly. As he invaded the young, almost virgin ass,
Billy let out a yelp. Mark slowed his initial assault and asked his
pupil, "you okay Billy?"


"Y-yes sir. It's just so big. It hurt a little but now that it's all
the way I like it."


"You like it as much as your dads?"


"N-no sir. No cock feels like my Daddy's. But I really like yours.
It's different but not bad."


That sent Bob over the edge. He grunted and shoved deep down Miles'
throat. He moaned and almost screamed, "I love this mouth almost as much
as I love my son."


With that Miles coughed a bit as the back of his throat was seeded with a
hot flood of man cum. It was too big for him to swallow it all. Excess
ran down the sides of Bob's shaft. I got beside my boy lover and lapped
up the small amount he couldn't handle. I then handed Bob the sharpie
and he put a mark on Miles' forehead.


"Good idea," Anthony said. "Keep track of where the loads go."


Freddie was now in third place but he was determined to take the lead.


"Uncle Andrew, can you take over filming?"


"I sure can Freddie."


I took the camera from my husband as Freddie got on all fours and took a
child's pose position. His ass stuck up into the air and his face was
pressed against the ground. He gave directions like he was the coach.


"Uncle Andrew, get in front of me with the camera. Uncle Anthony, please
use my hole. Coach Frank, you're up next."


I had never seen this side of Freddie. He was leading the show. Anthony
wasn't about to argue about who gives the orders. He spit on his raging,
uncut dick and slid deep into Freddie's guts.


Mark was enraptured with his young friend. They were in their own world.
They embraced as Billy rode his teacher. They kissed deeply and Mark let
the kid do all the work. The rest of us watched intently as Freddie got
his ass railed by my husband.


Anthony now knew how far he could take things with little Freddie. He
hammered away at his cum hole, showing ownership in a display of manly
dominance. He wasn't going to allow anyone else to invade his personal
Cumdump until he had claimed it in front of everyone. Freddie knew this
and was content with being owned by my husband and his adult lover.


I took Miles in a backwards hug and together we watched Anthony make
brutal love to Freddie. Frank lubed up his cock and got ready to take
over as soon as Anthony was done. But my husband had another perverted
idea.


He grabbed Freddie by the waste and threw him around. His cock never
slipped out as his positioned small Freddie on top of him. He then
grabbed the boys head and pulled him down into a big kiss. When he
released, he looked at Freddie and said, "Coach Frank and I are going to
fuck you at the same time Freddie. Is that okay?"


The boy did some quick math and then said, "for the lead? You bet!"


"Good boy. Coach, you heard the boy."


Even Mark and Billy stopped their love making to watch Freddie take two
cocks at once. Coach Frank seemed to hesitate at first, but as he got
into position behind Freddie and slipped in between Anthony's cock and
the inside edge of Freddie's boy hole, any doubt he had disappeared. I
moved to the back side so I could get a close up of both dicked buried.
Freddie grunted, closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. It was obvious
this was painful for him.


"You okay buddy?" Anthony asked.


"Yes sir. I just need a minute to get used to it. And maybe some more
lube."


"The lube I can give you," Anthony responded. "I've never felt
anything so tight. I'm not going to last long."


Frank began to lightly fuck Freddie. The sensation of his cock rubbing
against Anthony's as they both invaded Freddie sent my husband over the
edge faster than I had ever experienced. With the camera zoomed in close
on the two cocks, I began to see cum oozing out. Anthony shook and
moaned. He kissed Freddie again and said, "you're such a champ."


"Thank you sir," Freddie said through gritted teeth. He followed that
up with, "can I just get pounded by Coach Frank now?"


Anthony's cock popped out of the stretched out boy hole but he stayed
under his young lover. He looked him straight in the eye as Freddie's
hole spasmed and clamped down on Franks tool. The boy let out a long sigh
of relief and said, "I love you uncle Anthony."


"I love you too kid. Now be a good boy and take Coach Franks's cock."


Freddie smiled and said, "yes sir. But you need to get out of the way so
I can give Coach Frank the best angle to rape my hole sir."


"Fuck. You got your boy trained right," Frank said.


Anthony slid out from under Freddie and Freddie resumed the submissive
child pose position.


Mark flipped Billy over and onto the chair. He and Frank both railed on
their respective Children's behinds. Again, Freddie did math in his head
and realized that once Frank and Mark shot their loads that he would be
tied with Billy.


"Uncle Anthony, slide under me."


Jesus Christ, did he was two dicks penetrating him again?


I handed the camera to Bob and I assumed the same position Anthony had
just been in. I lined my cock up with Franks and used it to guide myself
past Freddie's protesting little ass ring into into his wide open fuck
hole. Frank, now used to this feeling, barely stopped ramming his thick
tool deep into Freddie guts.


The boy didn't grimace as much this time. In fact, he seemed to be
enjoying it a little. Not much, but a little.


Frank and I alternated thrusting in and out. Bob panned the camera back
and forth between his son and Freddie. He concentrated on their faces. I
couldn't see Billy's but Freddie's was one of pain and pleasure.


After what only seemed like a second a perverted, child raping bliss,
Frank started to shake and moan. I felt his cock burst and cum was
soaking the tip of my own cock. This added lubricant also sent my into a
frenzied orgasm. Our feral sides took over and he both pounded our loads
deep into Freddie. He closed his eyes and bit his lip again. He was
willing to take the pain if it put him into the lead.


Once we had both completely emptied our balls deep into this 11-year olds
now totally reamed out, gaping asshole, we slipped out and gave him the
sharpie marks on his lower back.


Mark had bred Billy deep while I was plowing Freddie. He let out an
animal like howl and his thick cock loaded the 10 year old with so much
jizz the boy couldn't hold it all in. When Mark pulled out of Billy and
the boy stood up, the load dripped down his leg. The feeling made his
giggle like he was being tickled.


The score was now Miles with 2, Billy with 3 and Freddie with 4. The men
were all spent but it was obvious the young cum sluts wanted to continue
their competition.


"Should we go inside?" Miles asked, "I want to try that sex sling."



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