Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 17:27:51 +0000 From: peterswanson88@proton.me Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 4 Note: this is a story of fiction. None of this ever happened. Please consider supporting the work of Nifty. Without this site so many of us wouldn't have a place to realize what we dream about doesn't make us complete loners. It gives us a community. You can give online at https://donate.nifty.org/ Anthony was covered in cum. He blew three loads while I finished telling him my pervy memory. He was staring at the boy balls on our TV and thinking about teenage me getting loads blown on me by multiple men. "And this went on for how long?" He asked "Until I was 17. And there were plenty of other men." "I know it was traumatic for you, Andrew." "Parts of it were. But other parts helped me develop. I never had a friend circle before that. As fucked up as it was those guys all took care of each other. Honestly, if it wasn't for Chad the douchebag we probably all would have had a positive sex relationship." Chad lead me down a bad path that isn't worth getting into here. All that you need to know is that any boys I got involved with would lead healthy lifestyles... with plenty of protein adds to their diets hehe. Two weeks later I was a full member of the coaching staff. Meaning I helped the boys with their workouts while Anthony ran them through drills. The league wasn't really competitive; it was about teamwork more than winning. But the boys were driven. We both knew that this may be the one constant out of school activity in their lives. We approached it with as much commitment as they did. I avoided the locker room for at least a month. I was afraid that seeing their sweaty, smooth developing bodies would make me stare. I didn't want all the boys thinking I was just there to perv out... though that was the truth. Anthony on the other hand spent almost as much time in the locker room as he did on the court. It's where he held his post practice meetings with the team. He reviewed what they did great, what they needed to work on and what to expect next week. I listened in from around the corner. In retrospect this was probably creepier than just being there. The five boys who showed the most promise but needed the most attention were Christopher, Jason, Asher, Miles and Freddie. You've met the first two but let me give you a run down on each. Anthony filled me in on the "full stats": * Christopher is 13. He's about 5'4" (but I swear he grew an inch in the last month). He likes playing point guard. 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 has 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. He's a little underdeveloped between the legs, but his 5" cock is girthy and will grow nicely as he does. He's got just a little patch of light brown pubes but no other hair discernible anywhere else other than his head. Smooth legs, ass and pits. * Jason is his Christopher's best friend. He's also 13, though a little older. He also likes playing point guard and he's a hell of a runner (remember the big floppy dick in the shorts incident from chapter 1). He's a little taller than Chris, about 5'8". He's of Italian stock like me. Black hair, olive skin, hazel eyes. He's not a muscular type. More broad in the shoulders but still has some baby fat on him. He's got a good amount of hair on him; a treasure trail that that leads to a thick bush covering a a good sized, uncut cock. He's got a hairy ass, legs and pits. It's obvious he started developing young, and he's definitely the most horny. Hes almost always at least half hard. * Asher is a litter older, 14, but in the same grade as Christopher and Jason. He's a late birthday so they held him back a year. Ash as he likes to be called is the dominant and natural leader of the boys. He plays forward because of his height. He's already breaking 6 feet. I have to look up when I talk to him up close; which I do as often as possible. He likes to lift and I love to spot him. He's got blonde hair, blue eyes and looks that just scream, "I'm going to be a model one day." He has great muscle structure and we are working on the definition. His arms and legs are all firm. I love squeezing them to get a feel for his progress and he likes to flex them in my hands. I can see through his pants and from the rest of him that he's the most developed. His voice is deeper than the rest. His body has a light amount of hair; even a little peach fuzz above his top lip. I told him I'll teach him to shave one of these days. Anthony tells me he doesn't need education in that department because he trims elsewhere. He is the most developed under the shorts and he loves showing it off. Though he's only seen him soft coming out of the hot showers he hangs an impressive six inches under trimmed blond/brown pubes and tight, hairless balls. He supposedly likes to strut around naked. He will sit on the bench, legs spread so all the boys have to see his manhood as he talks. Hard or soft that power move makes the boys feel smaller in his presence. But they like to follow and he's kind to them. * Miles is the youngest. At just 11 he hasn't even begun to develop much, but he is eager to be one of the boys. He's tall for his age and likes to prove it by playing forward. He's got brown hair and eyes. He's somewhat fair skinned and skinny. Anthony says Miles is basically hairless with a 3" uncut dick. The thing about Miles is he is apparently awestruck in the locker room. He stares at all the other boys and doesn't really hide it. He's the only one Anthony has seen rock hard. Just 4 inches but his foreskin peeled all the way back to reveal a small red tip that twitches a lot when the boys go bouncing by. Miles is also really helpful. He stays to help clean up after practice; mostly because his dad is a workaholic and usually forgets that he needs to leave the office to pick him up. I've driven Miles home twice now. He lives near us in a giant, apparently empty home in the most posh part of town. I've never seen any family members other than his dad who's always on his phone in his big BMW 7 series. * And then there is the sweetest boy you'll ever meet, Freddie. He's in the same grade as Miles and he just turned 12 before he joined the team. He's Latin and honestly he looks like Anthony. From kid photos I've seen of my husband they could be brothers or Freddie could be his son. Tan skin, black hair and brown eyes. He's about 5 foot nothing but will play every position without a problem. His voice is high and soft, as are his balls apparently. He's skinny as a rail, but that may be because he's also somewhat neglected. He's the youngest of 3 with at least 7 years age difference between him and his next sibling. It's obvious he was not planned. His parents are both professionals and don't really have time for the kid. He clings to Anthony and Anthony has really taken him under his wing. Freddie is the only one I've seen fully naked outside of Christopher that first day. Anthony brought him home one day after his mom told him he'd need to figure out his own dinner. He told us his plan was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which is what he had for lunch earlier that same day and dinner the night before. I had him call his mom and she was more than happy to let us feed him that night. And he was so excited that he ran right out the door after practice and followed me through the grocery store. When we got home I told him he'd have to shower before dinner. He brought a change of clothes but he left them in my car. I showed him where the shower was and I told him I'd leave his clothes in the guest room. But after he showered he came walking into the kitchen naked and shivering. His cock was almost totally sunken into his belly and his balls were tight and high. I forgot to show him where the towels were. I grabbed one quick and wrapped him up tight. Feeling his small hairless body warm up from my own body heat made my pants grow tight. He turned around and pressed into me for more warmth. His little butt pressed against my raging hardon. I hugged him tighter for a second then walked him to the guest room. I gave him his clothes and as I turned away I saw his towel drop. What was once a tiny shrunken prick was now an impressive 5" of cut boy meat with almost no hair around it. But it was swollen and hard. He looked down, blushed and covered himself. But he stared at my package which was very hard in my sweatpants. That must have made him more comfortable because his hands fell away from his dick and he was more comfortable slipping his sweatpants on. When he came back into the kitchen he was still tenting them. It was impossible for me not to stare. That's all that happened that night but Anthony and I jerked off to that story all night long. After practice about a month later the boys all ran into the locker rooms. They were excited to hear what my husband had to say. They had so much respect for him. They loved their time in the locker rooms with him. Asher and Freddie stopped me on my way out of the gym. Asher punched my shoulder and said, "look Coach, you're part of the team. You need to shower up with us and join the meeting. Coach Anthony said we couldn't take a no for an answer." I blushed but Freddie egged me on. "Yeah Coach, you need to be there. I like it when you spend time with us. Please?" As he said this he wasn't looking me in the eyes, instead he was staring straight at my pants. "Well, I guess I have no choice then." And I followed them both around the corner and into the locker room. --