Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2024 18:02:32 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 7

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Chapter 7


I collected the lube, poppers and prostate massager from the kitchen
island and put them back in the black plastic bag. Waking to the master
bedroom takes you right past our little office. I peaked in on Anthony
looking over Freddie's homework. Anthony was still in his underwear,
though you could barely tell since Freddie was perched on his lap. They
were going over each problem together. It would be a hallmark moment
except for the fact that Freddie was grinding his little ass against my
husbands crotch. I wanted to rip my dock out right then and splatter my
load all over that little boys face, but I held back and kept walking
into the bedroom.


I turned on all the lights and closed the blinds on the windows. I wanted
to see everything that was about to happen, but I certainly didn't want
anyone else to see. I placed the toy, lube and poppers on the closest
nightstand, then took the comforter and duvet off the bed. I folded them
and up placed them in a chair by our closet door. I got some towels from
the bathroom and placed them on the bed. For good measure I checked that
the ropes were tied to the bed but hidden away, as were a blindfold,
handcuffs, a ball gag and a small crop. I didn't plan to use any of
those tonight, but I didn't know just how far Anthony was going to guide
Freddie tonight. Maybe the boy will be a natural born pig bottom and will
want to feel it all tonight. I hoped to god that that far off chance was
possible.


I lit a couple candles on our dresser then stripped down to my briefs. I
walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I know I had just
taken a shower at the gym, but to be honest I didn't get much cleaning
done. I think I sweat more in that locker room than I did on the court.


I stepped under the warm water and started scrubbing off. The smell of
our lavender soap made me think of my husband cuddled up next to me in
bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. I tried to think of all
the amazing experiences we have had together, but there were honestly too
many to recount. In the last 5 years I had seen more of the world than I
had in the previous 30. We traveled a lot, ate well and genuinely enjoyed
our time together. I took another deep breath and thought of the memories
that we still had to make. We were about to share an adventure without
leaving our bedroom. My cock throbbed at the very idea.


I heard a small knock on the door and then it cracked open slightly.


"I'm just finishing up, I'll be out in a second," I said over the hum
of the shower.


Freddie stuck his head around the door and said, "Anthony said I should
wash up real quick again. He said you wouldn't mind if I took one with
you."


"He's right, I don't mind at all. And since I'm almost done you'll
get all the warm water you want."


"Good, because Miles kept the other shower too chilly for me!" With
that, Freddie stepped into the bathroom. The boy was already naked. His
smooth olive skin seemed to glisten a bit in the steam. His black hair
was cut short but with just enough length for it to fall forward in front
of his eyes sometimes. The warmth from the shower made it do just that.
His beautifully deep, hazel eyes stared at my fully erect cock and I
noticed his little member perked up right away. He almost jumped from the
door into the shower and he plunged right under the warm water. In doing
so he had to slide past me. His bare bum slid past my dick, like he was
walking through a turnstile at the subway station.


He turned and faced me. As a shorter person it's a little weird when
someone physically has to look up at my. I've gotten more used to it
lately working with the boys, but with Freddie and I pretty much chest to
chest, he had to look all the way back to look me in the eye. When I say
chest to check I mean his shoulders came up to my pecs. So he was more or
less a head shorter than me.


I grabbed the same lavender soap that made me think so much of my husband
and I started rubbing it in my hands. "Turn around and I'll get your
back," I said.


Freddie obeyed with a big smile. He loved being taken care of. As he
turned he grazed by rock hard dick again. But this time he touched it. I
looked over his shoulder and down. His hairless little boy cock was
sticking straight out too. His foreskin was peeling back. It was obvious
he was just as excited about this as I was.


I massaged his shoulders with my soapy hands and he let out a quiet moan
of relief. I moved down his back and squeezed his obliques. This made him
giggle and arch his ack a little. He stepped back and pushed all his
weight onto me. I felt a rush of warmth as his smooth, soapy body fell
into my arms. I wrapped him up in a backwards hug and whispered, "you
know Anthony and I care for you deeply, right Freddie?"


"I do. And I love you too. Maybe not like you love each other, but I
love you both. No one has ever been as kind to me as you two are."


If I wasn't so horny I might have cried at hearing that. I didn't want
to say it but I loved this boy too. Like a son. He was a part of my life
that I never wanted to let go of.


He stood back up straight and I got back to washing his small frame. My
hands moved lower; first too his lower back and then I placed my hands on
his butt cheeks. I slipped my left hand between them and felt his tight,
absolutely hairless boy hole. He giggled again.


"That feels so good Andrew."


"You can call me uncle Andrew if you want."


"That feels so good uncle Andrew."


My cock once again pulsed. Hearing him refer to me as uncle made my
perviest thoughts bubble up to the front of my consciousness. I thought
about pushing him over and sliding my raging cock into his hole. Placing
my hand over his mouth to muffle the screams, first of surprise, then of
the pain of his hole getting opened up by thick man meat. Finally I'd
hear the moans of pleasure and he found his true calling; a fun sized cum
slut for the use and enjoyment of his two uncles. But I couldn't do that
to Anthony. This was his boy to break in. I was there to guide both of
them and watch knowing full well I would get my chance with miles soon
enough.


I bent down and washed off his hairless legs. I got to his small feet and
had to stop at how cute they were. I wanted him to lift them up so I
could suck on his short toes. Instead I just gave them a light rub down
and then said, "alright little buddy, turn around."


He spun around and his little prick slapped against my face. I didn't
think about that ahead of time but I was so glad it happened. Now I had
this boys pre teen, uncut cock staring at me. His foreskin had all but
pulled back completely. His little tip was moist and looked delicious.
Once again I had to stop myself. Sending this boy in here was Anthony's
way of teasing me. He knew I'd hold back. That I would simply prepare
this boy for his use.


My hands moved up his small frame towards his smooth nuts. They were
tight against his body so as I was soaping him to I gave them a little
more attention. They sagged a little and his cock was pouncing up and
down, dying for attention. Still, I kept my cool and moved up to his
belly then chest.


"You're not going to play with my dink uncle Andrew?"


"I thought you and Uncle Anthony could bond like that first. I'll be
right next to you, but he's a better teacher."


That fact he wanted me to play with his cock made my mouth water. I could
wait to see him ravaged by my husband in our bed.


Freddie smiled at the thought of being taught by Anthony. The boy really
had a crush on him, I could tell.


I continued cleaning the young boy. I turned him around again and after
getting a Quick Look at his little ass, I washed his hair. I then shut
off the water and reached out to grab us towels. As I did, my hardon
brushed passed Freddie. I felt his hand on my leg. I looked back and he
was on his knees, face to face with my manhood. He looked up at my with
this almost animal look in his eye. He craved dick. He hadn't even been
properly broken in yet and he was already a budding cum slut. Or had he
already been broken in?


I didn't have time to follow that line of thought because of suddenly
saw stars and my legs went weak. Freddie's small hand gripped the base
of my cock and his soft, full lips slid over the tip. His mouth was, like
the rest of him, so small. His warm, smooth tongue went to work, swirling
all around my dick. Anthony loved that; he is going to go nuts for this
kid.


Freddie tried to take all of my cock, but it couldn't fit and he gagged
a little and coughed. He looked up at me again and his prominent cheek
bones were bright red with embarrassment. His oval face and olive skin
was so beautiful. I picked him up and wrapped him in a towel. A bit of
precum hung from his chin, but I left that for Anthony to see.


We dried ourselves off and headed back into the bedroom. Anthony was in
bed waiting. He was only wearing black boxer briefs, his uncut cock head
already peeking up over the waistband. He was sitting on his knees in the
bed, waiting for his prize to be delivered. His eyes lit up like a kid at
Christmas when I slowly removed Freddie's towel.


Presenting Freddie to Anthony almost felt like an honor. He knew the boy
so well yet he appraised him once more. His eyes moving slowly from his
little feet to the top of his head. This 11-year-old Latino boy was his
to use tonight. The boys physical appearance is again, a slender, lean
build. His arms and legs are long and thin, with less muscle mass than
some of his peers. His shoulders are narrow, contributing to a more
streamlined silhouette. Despite his slimness we both knew he could
display a surprising amount of energy and agility. His chest and waist
are narrow, emphasizing his slim physique. We both knew all of this so
well already, but seeing it in this setting made it all the hotter.


I patted the boy on the bum and said quietly, "go to you Uncle
Anthony."


"Uncle?" Anthony asked. His cock peeked higher, now touching his belly
button.


"Is that okay? I want to be part of your family" Freddie stared at my
husband from the edge of the bed. I couldn't see his face but it must
have been so full of hope. Anthony slid to the side of the bed, took him
by the shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.


"Of course it's okay Freddie. In here, in private. And tonight, since
I'm your teacher, I want you to call me Coach or sir, understand?


"Okay!" Freddie responded. The happiness in his voice was so cute. All
he wanted was my husbands approval and love. He had both of those in
abundance.


"Now, with that out of the way, you ready to learn a few things?"


"Yes I am uncle Anth... err... I mean sir. Coach sir." Freddie giggled
with excitement.


"Good boy. Jump up on the bed with me."


I moved to the other side of the room and sat down in the chair. I still
had my towel on but I spread my legs open so they could both see my rock
hard dick.


Freddie jumped onto the bed but remained standing. As Anthony was sitting
down my husband found himself in the same situation I was just minutes
before; staring at a hairless boy cock that was so close to his face he
could touch it with his tongue if he stuck it out far enough. Instead he
grabbed the boy by the bottom and pulled him close.


"Did you like it when Miles played with you earlier?" Anthony said. He
looked up over Freddie's boyish body and and boy looked down to respond.
When he did he saw his dick was hovering right over Anthony's mouth.


"Yes sir. It felt really good when he put my dink in his mouth."


"Well then, that's where we will start."


With that, Anthony pulled the boy closer and took his little prick into
his mouth. The boy moaned immediately and pushed harder. His dick didn't
go too far in, but his enthusiasm alone made Anthony cough a little.
Freddie must not have noticed because he didn't stop. My husbands nose
was against the boys belly as he worked the small shaft in his mouth. His
hands stayed on the smooth, round ass, but his fingers slipped closer to
the crack. Freddie didn't know what to do with him arms so he put them
on his hips.


"Put your hands on his head Freddie." I counseled him from the side.


Freddie did as he was told. He grabbed fistfuls of Anthony's hair and
pushed his little hips further towards my husband. I couldn't tell who
enjoyed that more.


Anthony's left hand left Freddie's ass cheek and quickly pulled off his
underwear. His thick, uncut tool stood right up. He must have been
uncomfortable in those boxer briefs because he gave a big sigh of relief.
He pulled the boy away from him, stood back up on his knees and whispered
just loud enough for me to hear.


"I want to kiss you Freddie. But not like a coach or an uncle. I want to
kiss you like I kiss uncle Andrew."


Freddie looked Anthony straight in the eye. His lips quivered. Anthony
moved slowly, almost like in the movies. They got closer and could feel
each others hot breath. Anthony noticed the pre cum on his young
companions face and smiled. He playfully licked it off and then kissed
Freddie. Their mouths remained closed for a moment, but without
hesitation Freddie opened his and pressed his tongue into the mouth of
the man I love. They hugged close and made out deeply. Seeing this scene
made me want to hug them both, but I stayed seated and let them have this
moment.


And the moment went on. Freddie seemed to grow up a little and Anthony
seemed to grow younger at the same time. To my eye they suddenly looked
like two teenagers, wrapped up in lust and wanting nothing more than to
explore each other. I was about Freddie's age when I started exploring,
but I know Anthony was older. He always wanted to see what the boy form
was like before puberty really took hold. He must feel like a kid again.
I looked lower and saw his cock was already oozing buckets of clear,
sticky precum. Jesus, he might not even need lube to fuck this boy.


When they finally released each other, words escaped us all. They didn't
seem to need any. Anthony moved the boy around and Freddie simply
followed his guide.


First Anthony turned and propped himself up on the pillows at the head of
the bed. He spread his legs wide and gestured Freddie to get in between.
The little kid obliged happily and crawled over. He got between the big,
muscular legs and kissed Anthony once more. He laid on top of him. His
chest was barely half the size of my husbands burley frame. You could
still see his nipples when Freddie was fully on top of him. What it must
feel like to be Anthony right now I thought. I then thought of Miles in
that same position on top of me and I let out a long sigh. Soon, I told
myself.


Freddie didn't hear me but Anthony did. He opened his eyes made stared
at my. I could tell he was in complete ecstasy already but he had to
check that I was okay. He knew all my eye movements and understood what
was going through my mind. I mouthed silently, "keep going." Anthony
smiled and his eyes rolled back into his head.


He gently pushed Freddie down his body. The boys legs folded under him as
he came face to face with the 8 inches of uncut man meat that he had
obviously wanted to taste for so long. What I got to see as he slid down
and legs folded was a full view of preteen asshole. It was a tight little
star with not a single hair in sight. It must taste so good. It flexed in
and out, begging for attention. I wanted to show it same of the attention
is deserved but I wanted to watch Anthony eat it and fuck it first.


Freddie copied the same actions that he did first with Asher and barely
five minutes ago with me. His hand was barely able to grip his coaches
girthy tool. He tasted the sweet, salty precum first, licking Anthony's
foreskin and slipping his little tongue in between the fold and the tip.
Then in one smooth motion he opened his mouth and took it in. Anthony
through his head back and let out an immediate moan of pleasure. He was
realizing then what a small cock slut this boy could be trained to be. He
smiled devilishly at that thought and stared as his new toy. He looked at
me with that smile and I urged him on.


"Hey Freddie," I said. Disturbing him from his work felt like a crime
against my husband, but I needed to give him some guidance and
understanding.


"Coach loves it when you rub his balls at the same time as you suck his
dick."


Freddie never looked up or took his head off my husbands shaft. Instead
his left hand slid under and started caressing Anthony's big, sagging
sack. In response Anthony took a deep breath.


"Keep rubbing my balls Freddie but look at me real quick." Freddie did
as he was told.


"Uncle Andrew and I are going to talk to each other as I teach you. We
might call you and each other some names but we are only playing around.
Know that we both love you no matter what we say in here. Okay?"


Freddie looked confused but he nodded with a smile. He looked down at
Anthony's swollen cock and said, "Am I doing this right Coach?"


"You sure are kid. You're doing so good that I want to teach you
something else now. Stand up and turn around so your bum is in my
face."


He did as he was told quickly. Anthony looked at me and said, "you
enjoying the show perv?"


"Not as much as your pedo dick is." I replied with a smile.


"Teach the boy babe." I encouraged him then quieted down. At this point
I took off my towel and started lightly jerking off.


"Spread your legs a bit so I can slide under you. Then, you remember the
squat presses Coach Andrew taught you? I want you to pretend you're
doing that but over my face. Get as low as you can and hold it."


Freddie seemed confused but did as he was told. His eyes almost went
crossed as he sat on my man's face and felt his hole getting eaten. The
feeling of a man sliding his tongue around and into your hole is such an
amazing feeling. I remember the first time I got eaten out in that sauna.
It's something you never forget.


Freddie's legs got weak quickly and he almost stumbled. Anthony caught
him by the armpits and swung him around. He was now on all fours and
Anthony was behind him. I saw both their holes sticking out at me.
Anthony went to town on the boy and I couldn't resist any longer. I got
on my knees and started eating Anthony's ass. I pulled on his dick and
tasted it from behind. Freddie's sweet spit was still present and the
taste of it made my cock hurt. I moved back up to Anthony's hole and
jerked off more.


Freddie face fell into the pillows. His ass stuck up over his small hips.
Anthony grabbed those hips and dug his tongue deeper. It's then that I
had an idea. I moved to the top of the bed and spoke softly into the boys
ear.


"Freddie, you want to play with the toys?"


His head shot up with a broad smile and nod.


"These toys are for your butt. They may feel uncomfortable at first but
they do feel good after a minute. And if it's too much we can stop."


I think he replied yes but my perverted mind had fully taken over. I
grabbed the prostate massager and through the lube at Anthony. He broke
open the seal and squirted some onto his index finger.


"We will start small. I'm going to put my finger in your butt. Tell me
if it hurts."


Anthony slid into the boy. He just stuck the tip in, down to the base of
his fingernail. Freddie's hips dipped low and his back arched stiffly.
He took a deep breath and let out a small squeal. Other than that he was
quiet and obedient. Anthony slowly pulled his finger back then pushed
deeper. He got his first knuckle in and pulled back. He did this a couple
more times until he felt the boy loosen. Then the love of my life looked
at me, mouthed "I love you," and pushed his whole finger deep into the
boys ass. Another squeal came up from the pillow, but this time it was
mixed with a moan of pleasure.


Anthony moved up, hovering over Freddie. His finger was still buried when
he got close to his ear and whispered "You like that little boy?"


"More please sir." The muffled request from the pillow was surprising
to say the least. He wasn't brand new to this.


I grabbed the lube and squirted some on the massager. I handed it to
Anthony like a nurse handing a scalpel to the surgeon. Anthony slowly
pulled his finger out and positioned the wide end of the device just on
top of the young, pulsating hole.


"This is going to be more pressure now champ." I said. "But you can
take it"


He was silent but his butt moved side to side like a dog excitedly
wagging his tail. Anthony pressed the tip of the massager into the tween.
Immediately Freddie tensed up. He didn't make a noise but I knew he was
uncomfortable. I grabbed the poppers and picked his head up off the
pillow. Anthony went to pull back but I looked at him and shook my head.


"Hey, I want you to smell this. It will smell bad but it will make the
toy feel better when it's inside you"


Freddie looked up at me and what I saw almost made me fall off the bed.
The look on his face was one I had only seen in porn movies or at a
bathhouse. The pass around cum slut who was craving all the dick he could
get. He was starving for cock. We definitely didn't create this monster,
but we were grooming him into the power bottom he would become.


I opened the poppers and demonstrated what to do. I plugged one of my
nostrils and took a deep pull off the bottle. I then held the bottle to
the boys nose and held one of his nostrils closed. He didn't stop to
think nor did he seem to mind the smell. He took a deep hit then pushed
his head back down. His ass muscles must have loosened instantly because
the plug slid right into him.


Anthony moved the toy around a bit until it was in the right spot and
pushed against what must be an underdeveloped prostate. He then pushed
the button on top to turn on the vibrate function. Freddie gasped and his
head popped off the pillow. He looked behind him at Anthony and said,
"oh wow Coach. This feels really good."


The boys eyes swam a bit from the hit of poppers but he was very much
enjoying the sensation. Anthony pulled his hand away but the toy rested
deep in that sweet hole.


"Your uncle and I need a quick break. I want you to roll over and play
with the toy. Pick your legs up and pull it in and out. Not all the way
though. Understand?"


"Yes sir."


Freddie rolled over and found the top of the machine. Anthony sat on the
edge of the chair with me as this 11 year old learned how to fuck
himself.


"Have you even seen anything hotter?" Anthony asked me.


"Not yet I haven't. The hotter thing will be him in that same position
but with your load dripping from his gaping boy hole."


"You're a sick pedo Andrew. And I love you for it."


"Get your perv dick wet already. This slut boy needs it."


Freddie needed almost no coaching. He pulled and pushed on the plug and
tried to jam it deeper with every thrust. His belly arched up as he felt
the vibrations turn his insides into soft jelly. He must have heard me
when I called him a slut boy because he looked at us and said, "make me
a slut boy, please. I want to be just like Asher. The boys call him a cum
slut too."


My mouth dropped open. What were those boys doing in the steam room?
It's my mission to find out after the next practice.


That felt like it was years away right now. Anthony got up and moved back
to the bed. He laid down next to Freddie and said, "your wish is my
command boy. Take that toy out of your hole and get on top of me."


As Freddie carefully pulled the massager from his ass, I lubed up my
husbands cock. I couldn't even touch my own. I was so close already. A
massive load was ready to burst out of me. I'm not sure how long I could
edge, but I needed more.


The plug fell out of the boys hole and he was laying in front of Anthony
and I. Freddie's legs remained in the air and his little hole was just
the slightest bit stretched out from the combination of the toy and
inhalants. He was staring at Anthony's dick with a hungry look. Anthony
was staring back at him with a face of pure excitement and perverted
delight.


Anthony climbed on top of the boy and hovered over him. He kissed him
gently at first but Freddie lifted his head off the pillow and pulled his
coach into a deep, passionate make out session. His little hands explored
the large, muscular hairy body of my husband. He felt his pecs and arms,
rubbed his chest and stomach. He was too short to reach all the way down
while still kissing Anthony so he released him from the embrace and
shimmied down the bed until his head was in line with the thick, uncut
cock that he now was addicted to. He went to work again with his hand and
mouth at the same time. But now Anthony couldn't hold back. His hips
gave little thrusts that got bigger. His cock was too large for
Freddie's little mouth and he gagged almost immediately. Anthony scooped
him up in another big hug and kissed him again. The boy perked up right
away.


Now Anthony was sitting Indian style and Freddie was in his lap. The
uncut dick that he had just choked on was resting outside of the boys
hairless little hole. Freddie grabbed my husbands shaft and and massaged
it against his ass. Up and down the little crack. Anthony gave a moan of
pure, unbridled joy and perversion.


"I want to put my dick inside you now Freddie. Are you ready for
that?"


"Yes sir. I want it really bad"


"It may hurt a little. More than the toy did. But you can use the smelly
stuff that Uncle Andrew gave you, okay?"


"May I have some now Coach?"


"Absolutely," I broke in. I walked over, opened the bottle, took a huge
pull for myself and held it up to the little boys nose. He took a smaller
wiff but still deep. He coughed a little and his eyes swam again. Then,
without hesitation he placed Anthony's cock against his hole and he sat
down on it.


Watching from behind was something I can't really put into words.
Watching my adult husband break open an 11 year old boy hole made me want
to shout, cum and cry all at once. He held Freddie close to him and the
boy sank deeper. He didn't protest or pull back at all. Instead he just
looks at Anthony with all the love he could muster and didn't stop
shoving cock into himself until Anthony's balls came to rest on his
hairless cheeks.


"Did I do it right sir?"


"You're doing great champ," Anthony responded. "Does it hurt?"


"A little. But I kind of like it. I want more."


I walked up behind Anthony and whispered, "flip him over and pound
him."


My husband turned and shot my a look of shock... then a devilish smile. He
pulled out of Freddie, flipped him onto his back and got between his
legs. He dragged the boy to the edge of the bed so he could get a better
angle.


Anthony looked at Freddie's sweet little face for the first time in a
while. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat.  His wide open
eyes were darting from me to Anthony with a mix of emotions I didn't care
enough to sort out.


"We are going to talk dirty again Freddie, okay?" Getting this boys
consent was hot for me. I had a feeling not having consent was hotter for
Anthony.


"Yes sir. I like it."


"You ready?" I asked


"You're ready," Anthony broke in. He didn't wait for Freddie's
response.


"No, I don't--" Freddie started to say.


"You're ready," Anthony said as he pushed forward and his whole cock
popped into his ass at once.


"God, he is TIGHT!"


As anthony violated his underage asshole with his grownup cock the child
let out a small scream. I rounded the bed and quickly clapped my large
hand over his little mouth -- not that there was anyone around to hear
his screams and come to his

rescue, just for the sheer perverted pleasure of muffling the cries of
protest that my husband planned to ignore.


He pushed firmly, sliding further in as freddies ass futilely clamped and
spasmed, trying to expel the invader but ironically only intensifying the
pleasure and desire to keep going as his convulsing ass muscles
stimulated his sensitive cock. The boy writhed and twisted, instinctively
trying to escape from the assault, but there was no chance of that as I
easily held the child down for Anthony's use.


I was right. Anthony was turned on by taking this boy by force. And I was
wrong for thinking that wouldn't be hot.


"Slide your pedo cock into the silky softness of that tight, forbidden
hole, babe," I egged him on. Anthony seemed to be in a trance now,
staring down between Freddie's legs,  watching in amazement as it
swallowed his shaft inch by brutal inch. His adult cock seemed so huge
compared to the hole it was penetrating.


Soon Anthony was all the way in, his pubes pressed right up against the
young cum sluts little groin and making a shocking contrast with its
hairlessness. Some of his hairs brushed up against the tight little
scrotum. I reached over Freddie and fondled his little cock and balls,
rolling the tiny, soft, tender tube between my fingers. Of course I had
to take my hand away from his mouth to do this. Let the slut scream if he
wants to.


But it seemed that he was all screamed out, at least for the moment,
because the only sound that came out of his mouth was a panting kind of
"ah-- ah -- ah."


Anthony pulled out slowly, watching that boy ass disgorge more and more
of his olive skinned cock, until just a little of his now full exposed
cock tip had slipped out past his clenching ass lips, letting the widest
part of it stretch the boy for a moment before sliding all the way back
in at once, drawing a loud,

high-pitched "Ahhhh!" from the child. So naturally he did it again. And
again. And again.


"Ah -- ah -- ah," Freddie grunted.


The love of my life sped up his brutal thrusts. "Shit, kid, you can take
it." He was really fucking the sixth grader now.


Anthony stopped his assault for a moment as he looked at Freddie and saw
tears rolling down his face. He was about to pull out when the boy said,
"I love it Coach."


That note of approval was Anthony's permission to push harder. He was
going to keep going until he got a "no". And even then I might have to
step in to stop him.


With a roar he started fucking again, harder now. But apparently the
startled pause had given the boy's ass a chance to at least partly adjust
to the adult cock forcing its way into it.


Over and over Anthony slammed into the child. Freddie wasn't struggling
anymore so I stopped pinning him down. I stood behind Anthony, grabbed on
to the boys slender hips with both hands, feeling the tiny hipbones
pressing into my palms, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of his
little ass, my thumbs into his vulnerable lower abdomen. My hands covered
so much more of him like this than they would on an adult, or than
Anthony's hands do when he holds me like this while fucking me.


Anthony was going to speed now. Luckily for Freddie he had finally gotten
fully into it, moaning his pleasure and fondling his hard little penis as
he was brutally sodomized.


My hard-on was running against Anthony's ass cheeks, sometimes slipping
into and sliding along his crack, as i stood close beside him. I wrapped
my arms around him and started caressing his chest and stomach, playing
with his sensitive nipples, gently squeezing his throat, as all the while
he continued to mercilessly tear into the little boy I'd brought home
for him.


I knew he needed to go darker. I whispered softly, "God, what a sick fuck
you are. You depraved pedo

pervert, molesting a little child. He's only eleven years old! What kind
of monster are you to sodomize an innocent sixth grader's ass like
this?"


That was apparently the exact right thing to say. Poor little Freddie had
to bear the consequences as my twisted talk drove Anthony to even deeper
levels of pedo frenzy. He was truly wrecking that little ass now.


I nibbled on his ear lightly, then kissed my way down his jaw to his
neck, which I started to kiss and lick and suck on. Anthony moaned and
threw his head

back, letting it rest on my shoulder. I put my hand on my head and turned
it towards me and we kissed, deeply, passionately.


When we pulled apart I took in the scene around me. Both my husband and
his boy toy were out of breath, panting from the hard fucking. I could
tell Anthony was on the very edge.


He took the boy by the hips again but pushed him up onto the bed. The now
gaping boy hole stuck out as Freddie's head dove into the pillows. The
perfect position for a sub slut. My husband pushed back in. Over and over
again Anthony's pedo cock slammed into the child he was brutally
sodomizing.


"Fuck," he said, myself. "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. I'm gonna

cum. Christ."


Anthony yanked his cock out of Freddie's ass, leaving behind an
obscenely dilated and spasming hole. Freddie  gasped in what almost
seemed like disappointment as the big, violent intruder finally vacated
his abused little rectum.


With just two quick strokes my husband was cumming, his semen blasting
out of his cock and coating the little boy's naked, heaving back and
shoulders, painting

the boy white.  He moaned as waves of intense pleasure crashed over his
body.


"Fffffuuuuck...." anyhony breathed through clenched teeth, feeling the
most intense orgasm of his life rip through his. Even in the midst of
these spasms

of pleasure he somehow had the wherewithal to climb onto the bed, flipped
Freddie pver and towering over the child as he straddled the naked boy's
hairless chest and fed him the nasty cock that had just been tearing his
insides apart. Freddie sucked it in willingly and without hesitation,
taking the last few shots straight into his young mouth and sucking
Anthony's slicked-up pedo dick clean of his own ass juices.


After slamming his softening but still engorged cock down his underage
throat a couple last times, Anthony collapsed, spent, onto the bed
alongside me and our victim, Freddie's little body sandwiched between
our larger adult bodies.


My cock was aching but I was determined to save my load. I knew my
patience would be rewarded.


Without really knowing how, Freddie immediately returned to the little
kid we both loved. He was now a baptized cum slut, but we DID Love him
deeply. He was out of breath but smiling from ear to ear.


"You okay buddy?" I asked


"I'm great. Can you fuck me now uncle Andrew?"


"Maybe next time. You're Anthony's like that."


"Who's yours?"


"Well, I don't really know."


"Miles wants to be with you like this. He doesn't stop talking about
you."


My cock dripped. It was like I was just told I was a billionaire. Now I
knew I had to save my load.


"We can talk about that later. You have a game tomorrow, it's time to
settle down for the night."


With that he rolled over and cuddled up against Anthony. He all kissed
and said our good nights.


Tomorrow was going to be a good day, I knew it.