Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 13:12:10 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 2

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


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"What the hell is a point guard?" I asked. I was quizzing him more than
asking for my knowledge.


"Shut it Andrew. I'll teach you the game if you want." We both
laughed.


"Anyway, Christopher only joined because his best friend Jason plays.
Too. He's also 13, but he's really tall. Almost 6 feet."


I wonder who's the top in that "friendship"?


"I think I saw him staring at us when I gave you a kiss. Couldn't tell
if he was grossed out or intrigued. Anyway, it looks like you've got
your hands full then."


"I really do if we're being honest." He said with a sigh. "And I'm
pretty sure Jason was intrigued. He's  the one who I have the video of
running. That big flopping bulge popped up right after you left"


"We're always honest Tony. What can I do?"


"Let's talk it through over dinner."


Dinner for Anthony is not what most people consider a rounded meal.
Without me in his life he'd eat like those teenage boys every day. He's
got a particular penchant for chicken nuggets and Mac n' Cheese. 36
years old and that's his go to...


I stopped at the store on the way home to pick something up. I was
thinking steak and a salad, but my attention was quickly pulled away from
the meat counter and towards another type of meat. Jasons meat.


He was standing in the produce area with what I assume was his mother. He
had his head buried in his phone, AirPods in his ears, a sly smile
crossing his lips every few moments. As I walked by I noticed the all too
familiar sights of flicking through Snapchat videos. I made a mental note
to redownload that app.


Jason hadn't been in the locker room after practice. He must have either
been in a hurry or wasn't totally comfortable with the idea of being
naked around other men. In any event, I realized that I should have known
he was in the store when I walked in. The smell of his sweat was
following him everywhere. I saw some old lady give a disgusted face. But,
me? It was like he was wearing a cologne that attracted the most primal
feelings.


I pictured myself pulling him into a bathroom stall, pulling his shirt up
and smelling his sweaty teen pits up close. I wanted to feel his tight
body, slick with sweat and quivering at my touch. I could see in my minds
eye his shorts getting tight with his meaty cock. I would slip my hand
under that waist band and rub the precum around the tip of his rock hard
tool. Being so young, he probably would have never experienced such an
act; being felt up in a men's room. I've traveled enough in the world
and been in enough airport restrooms to know how it would go down. And
giving him his first urinal hand job would be a dream come true.


Once I got his cock out of those shorts, I'd see that he was swollen to
the extreme. He'd look at me, scared out of his mind but not able to
stop himself from letting me go further. He'd want it so bad. my right
hand was sweaty thinking about pumping that young cock, feeling his sack
tighten up and hearing his labored breathing as he tried to make it last
as long as he could. But it wouldn't take much. He'd spray a load into
the urinal and shake with an orgasm that rocks his world. The long nights
stroking to whatever porn he could find online would never be the same
after he had this experience.


Of course, as soon as he was finished he'd snap back to reality. He'd
realize what he had just done and he'd feel ashamed. He'd look at me,
I'd smile, and he'd blush then run away. He'd find his mom, get
through check out and realize he had to cum again. That was my experience
as a teen at least. So I had to take it slow if I was going to be a part
of his life. No sense in scaring him off with a lousy hand job.


Speaking of snapping back to reality, I found myself blankly staring at
strip steaks and round roasts in the meat case. There was an employee
looking at me, asking if I needed anything. I felt almost as embarrassed
as Jason would have felt after spraying his cum all over a public
restroom.

"Two strips, please. The thicker cut towards the back." I mumbled to
the employee. I was really craving some thick, rare meat.


I didn't see Jason again at the store. I grabbed everything else I
needed for dinner and I headed home. Anthony was already there. He was in
his office with our dog Benny, getting some work done. I said hi and got
right to work on our dinner.


20 minutes later I had to go into his office and tell him to come sit
down. That wasn't normal for Anthony. He's usually at my heels, picking
at the vegetables as I finished getting dinner done. Especially after the
gym.


"What are you working on?" I asked


"Training routines and nutrition plans for the boys," he replied
without looking up. "Some of these kids, despite being from pretty
wealthy homes, have no semblance of healthy home life. I want to be a
coach on and off the courts for them."


"Well, we didn't have the most stable home lives either growing up. I
can appreciate you wanting to help. Just remember that there are lines to
how involved we should get. No matter how hot these boys are, I'm not
going to be opening our home to a group of needy, horny teens. But come
eat and we can discuss your thoughts."


Over dinner and a bottle of wine Anthony laid out his plan. He wanted to
get this group of boys; namely Christopher, Jason and their three friends
Miles, Asher and Freddy, involved in a more intense training program.


"They have the drive. I can tell from just our one practice that they
could do really well as a team. They also could use some guidance. Freddy
looked like he hadn't eaten a real meal in a week and Miles' dad just
about ran him over in his BMW when he got picked up. The asshole was
buried in his phone and not paying attention to his own kid."


"And where do I come in?" I asked. I wanted to support. I also wanted
to get closer to these boys.


"Could we start with getting you involved on the court?" Anthony asked.
He followed with, "you are a better strength trainer than I am."


This was true. Weights were my comfort zone. The squat rack made me feel
at ease. Pushing my muscles gave me power that my otherwise small frame
couldn't exude by itself. And I'd also helped a few others at the gym
with their form. Thinking about guiding these boys; holding their waists
and asses, teaching them the proper way to stick it out without arching
the back...


"Yeah, I could do that." I said.


I poured Anthony a second glass and got up the courage to ask, "any
other plans for this group of hormonal and perpetual hardons?"


"That, Andrew, is really where you come in. Remind me about your first
experience with a guy." Anthony unbuttoned his pants and closed his
eyes. He needed to get off. He also knew this story well. I had whispered
it in his ear once and I know he had jerked off to it a few times at
least.


"Well, if that's your plan it's probably not a bad one"


I was 12 going on 13 when this happened. I had just started working out
at the local YMCA. My parents were pretty much non-existent, being the
youngest of five and with an age gap of almost 7 years between me and my
next oldest brother, it was clear even from a young age that I was a
mistake. My parents were done raising kids, and I fended for myself most
of the time.


I found peace at the Y. I started going to get homework done with
friends, but I was immediately taken with the idea of working on my body.
I started on the treadmill, but watched the weight lifters closely. I saw
how they squatted, curled and pressed their bodies to a level of
perfection that I wanted to see in myself. I was lanky then, but I had a
need to be more.


About six months later I gathered the courage to walk over to the weights
area. There was a guy there... like, always there. He would talk to every
other guy. Offer encouragement and assist with form. If you needed a spot
on the bench, he'd be standing over you, holding the bar and just
slightly grinding his balls onto the back of your head. I'm sure it
freaked more than a few guys out, but when you needed a spot he was a
strong safety.


His name was Chad. He was in his late 30's with large shoulders, a rock
hard six pack and hulk like legs. His skin was tan from spending a lot of
time on the tanning bed. He was the jock of jocks; hanging on to the last
vestiges of his teenage glory days. He knew me a little; mostly as the
kid who liked to watch, both on the floor and in the locker room.


And Chad liked to show off in the locker room. He never wore a towel and
he strutted around a lot. Back and forth from the dry sauna to the steam
sauna. He'd shower in the open area facing the door so everyone had to
see him in all his glory. He was a god and I craved to be just like him.
And if I couldn't be him, I wanted to be with him... or at least have his
dick buried in me.


A few years later it was Chad who got me into steroids and later into
harder drugs. But when I first met him he was a great mentor. Working out
with Chad, I put on 50 pounds of pure muscle in 2 years. I suddenly
became the athlete at school and the girls drooled over me. I had no
interest of course, but I led them on to keep up appearances.


Not that I'd even know what to do if I was interested. When I started
with Chad I hadn't even hit puberty. I asked for help in what had to
have been the meekest voice ever.


"You want to be like me, kid?" His voice was like finely crushed
gravel. It fit so well with his muscle bound body. You could see all of
it at the moment. He wore 3" gym shorts and the tip of his cock was just
about to peek out. Even soft that dick was thick as hell.


"I don't know if I can be like you," I replied.


"What's your name?"


"Andrew"


"Okay Andy, let's see what you got."


Chad never let me think there was anything I couldn't do. Before I knew
it I was a pro on every machine, I had perfect form in my dead lifts,
squats and clean presses. On my 14th birthday he bought me a lifting belt
and my first jock strap.


"The two true tools of a jock boy." Chad quipped.


I was excited about the belt but intrigued by the jock strap. Chad always
wore one at the gym and it was the first thing to come off when he hit
the locker rooms. He'd thrown it in my direction a few times and I loved
the smell of his man sweat soaked into it.


"Go put it on" Chad said about the strap, "I want to see how you fill
it out."


Chad wanted to see me in a jock strap? What if I didn't meet his
expectations? He'd seen me naked. He'd even seen my with a stiffie
(that's what I called it back then) because I could never help them.
He'd laugh and tell me they were natural. Once he even told me he gets a
"raging wood" in the locker rooms from time to time. Especially in the
steam sauna, the place I'd always been so curious but too scared to
try.


He followed me into the locker room, crossed his arms and stared at me
like a coach evaluating a junior going out for varsity. He was looking
for quality, and he expected me to perform.


I stripped down slowly. I'd never felt pressure like this from him
before. Not even when he got me to dead lift my own body weight plus 50
pounds. I felt cold and was worried my dick would be all shriveled and
cold. My balls tight. And to my disappointment they were. I pulled off my
boxers, threw on the jock and tried to pull my dick to make it thicker.


I stood in front of him with red cheeks and a floppy pouch with way too
much room for my boy dick.


"Okay, looks good from here," Chad said.

"But I want to see how you fill it out."


"I think it's obvious I don't fill it out at all Chad." I said with
an attitude. Teenage angst was starting to set in. My family hated it but
Chad always took it in stride.


"I didnt mean your package Andy. Turn around and let me see how your ass
looks."


I hadn't even thought of that. But now that I did I realized that's
what was the hottest about Chad wearing a jock. His round, firm, tan ass
stuck out and was lifted by the bottom straps. Not that it needed any
lift, it was so firm you could bounce a quarter off it. I'd never paid
any attention to my rear so I honestly didn't know what the feed back
would be. I turned around and Chad immediately stepped closer.


"Just what I thought. Those squats have paid off big time little bro."
Chad moved closer. He grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. The front of
my jock was suddenly getting full.


"Your glutes are the biggest muscle in your body. They carry all your
weight. You've been able to progress so well because you've developed
the perfect peach here buddy." Chad sounded both proud and jealous. He
wanted to really explore it. His hands moved from the base of my ass
slowly up towards my lower back. One of his pointer fingers explored just
inside my crack. As he moved from my lower back back down that same
pointer finger pound my asshole and pressed lightly. It didn't come
close to going in but that pressure make my dick as hard as a rock.


"Looks like that other big muscle is enjoying the compliments," Chad
laughed. I blushed.


"Come on. It's time you get into the steam sauna. It will help you
relax."


I didn't know what to do at this point. He said that last part without
taking his eyes off my butt. I went to take off the jock but his hand
grabbed my wrist. He almost whispered. "Leave it on. Just grab a
towel."


Chad stripped down as he always did. But this time, when he removed his
shorts, I could see a MASSIVE bulge under his own jock. He pulled it off
and what I saw floored me.


His cock was at least 9" long and thicker than my arm. I knew he was big
but I'd never seen him full engorged. He kept his pubes trimmed very
short, almost shaved. It had the effect of making his cock look bigger.
His ball were the only small part of his package. They almost looked out
of place in his dangling sack. But the end result was still impressive. I
couldn't stop staring.


"See?" He said, looking me up and down, sizing me up like he would a
piece of meat. "Looks like we both need to relax."


He grabbed a towel but didn't put it on. The gym was a little busy but
it was late. The only guys in the locker room were in the steam sauna.
About 5 plus Chad and I. They were all lifting buddies and they all gave
me a knowing smile when I walked in.


"Take your towel off and place it on the bench," Chad instructed me. He
unrolled his and placed it next to mine. The two towels side by side were
about 6 feet, but when we sat down he was right next to me. His thigh
right against mine. His big feet touching mine. And without a towel
everyone could see my pecker standing straight up.


I wasn't fully ashamed of what I had. For just barely 14 it was
admirable. I'd seen a couple friends naked, even jerked off with two. I
was the biggest. But in the sauna I felt so inferior.


I kept my eyes down, and without turning my head I looked over at Chad.
His cock was still hard as well. It was so big it didn't stand all the
way up. It just fell to the side and sat on his leg.


"Boys, you all know Andy. It's his birthday today"


They all nodded and said happy birthday. I looked up and realized they
are all naked and at various stages of erection. One of the guys, I think
his name was also Chad, was in the corner on the top bench. His knees
were up by his chest. I could see his hairless, muscular hole clearly. I
felt like it was looking at me, winking.


"Is he cool Chad?" One of the guys asked.


"I think so. Andy, you cool?"


I didn't want to let my friend down. I didn't know what he meant but I
was determined to be cool.


"Yeah. I'm cool." My voice cracked as I said it and they all laughed.


"How old are you kid?" One of the guys asked. I couldn't really see
him through the steam but I could tell he was stroking his dick.


"Thirtee - I mean fourteen. Today." My voice cracked an again but a
little less. I was so nervous.


"It's his first time in here boys," Chad said. I felt like he was
being protective... maybe even possessive of me.


"Let's show him the ropes."