Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 22:24:24 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 8

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Chapter 8


Freddie cuddled between us. His little ass was right up against
Anthony's dick and his little prick was staring at me. His smile was
infectious and without thinking about it I bent down and gave him a deep,
passionate kiss. His mouth tasted like Anthony, and that made my half
hard cock stand to full attention. I wanted so bad to roll him over and
give him another thrashing, but it was late and we all had a big day
tomorrow.


"Alright buddy, time to tuck in for the night." I said.


Freddie nodded and cuddled up close to my husband. I got out of bed threw
on my briefs, brushed my teeth and walked around the house turning off
lights. When I got back into the bedroom the pair had already drifted off
to sleep. Anthony was usually a night owl, he must have really been worn
out. I kissed them both on the forehead and then I layed down next to
them and turned off the light.


At some point in the night I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing. I
opened my eyes a crack to see Freddie facing me, curled up in the fetal
position. His eyes were closed but he was biting his bottom lip and
holding back moans. Anthony was curled up behind him, thrusting his shaft
into this tiny boy while they both laid on their sides. Anthony saw that
I was awake and he whispered, "I couldn't help it. I woke up to him
sliding down my cock."


"It just feels so good coach." Freddie whispered, "I want more."


I leaned over and whispered very quietly in Freddie's ear. He smiled as
I said, "repeat what I just said."


"Please Coach Anthony, fill my young slut hole with your perverted man
seed. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my cunt."


Anthony did as he was told. He grabbed Freddie by his narrow waist and
went to town. The boy started moaning louder so I placed my hand over his
mouth. The beast my husband had become was so hot. His breath grew
faster, as did his deep penetrating trusts. After just a couple minutes
he let out a long groan and unloaded deep into the sixth grader who
shared our bed.


I Removed my hand moved closer, sandwiching Freddie between Anthony and
I. My rock hard cock pushed against the boys chest. I reached down to
reposition myself and felt that the sheets were damp. I wondered if I had
jizzed in my sleep or if Anthony's load had already started oozing out
of Freddie's now less than tight boy hole. Either could be the case. But
I looked down and saw strings of white boy cum hanging from the tip of
Freddie's little hairless prick.


"Buddy, did you have your first cum shot?"


Freddie tore the sheets back with a mixture of excitement and
embarrassment.


"I...I guess so," he stuttered.


"You didn't feel it?" Anthony asked.


"No sir. All I felt was you inside me."


Holy fuck. This boy had his first cum shot and it was because my husband
fucked it out of him.


I grabbed a towel and cleaned him off. I then folded the towel and put it
in my drawer. I was going to need to smell and taste that later.


"Okay boys, it's now 2 am and we need to be up at 7. Get some rest."


When I woke up the bed was empty. The shower was running and I smelled
bacon. As I stood to get out of bed Freddie popped his head out of the
bathroom.


"Good morning Uncle Andrew!"


"Good morning Freddie. How did you sleep?"


"Really good once I was able to fall asleep hehe."


"Well, I hope you're rested because you've got a big day today."


"I know. And I'm ready."


"I know you are champ. Now finish getting ready, it smells like Anthony
already has breakfast waiting."


Freddie turned towards the sink and started brushing his teeth. I snuck
past him and peed. I saw his little eyes taking in the scene. The heavy
stream of piss flowing out of my thick cock. I looked at him and saw his
towel was just slightly tented.


Just then his phone lit up. It was sitting on the counter next to him.
The notification was from Snapchat. He tapped on the screen and the app
opened. I peeked and what I saw made my mouth water.


It was another bathroom, but one I didn't recognize. What I did
recognize was the person in the picture. It was miles. The camera was on
the floor and it was looking straight up at the young boy. You could see
his bare legs leading up to his crack and tiny boy balls. His little dick
was firm. He stared down with a beaming smile. The caption under the
picture said, "can't wait for another shower with the coaches."


Freddie saw me looking and he blushed a little. "I promise I didn't
tell him. We trade pictures like this a lot."


"That's okay champ. I'm sure he is going to find out soon enough."


I caught a look on Freddie's face that matched Anthony's perfectly. It
was the devilish smile of a pervert, just like the one I saw last night
raping a young boy in my bed. Freddie knew what I wanted and he wanted to
help me get it.


"Miles and I usually have a sleepover every weekend. Could I ask him to
sleep over tonight?" Freddie asked with that same devilish tone.


"Maybe. Let's see how the game goes. Now go get dressed."


The boy paused and looked up at me, "hey uncle Andrew? Could I ask a
question?"


"Of course."


"You know how you said I could call you uncle when we're alone. And
call uncle Anthony sir?"


"Yes. And I meant it. You can't do that in public. People won't
understand."


"I know. And I won't. But, when we're alone, can you not call me
Freddie?"


"What do you want to be called?"


"Anything really. But I like boy or slut. The older boys call each other
cum rags."


"And you know what those last two mean?"


"They mean I'm yours to make you happy. And that makes me happy"


"Okay boy. I'll talk to Uncle Anthony about it and we will come up with
some names for you."


The boy smiled and ran out of the room to throw on his uniform. I hosed
myself off quickly and got dressed. When I made it to the kitchen I saw
Anthony was already dressed and ready to go. He may have been a perverted
child fucker last night but today he was the serious coach again. I gave
him a kiss and scarfed down my eggs.


"We need to go soon. I want to be at the bus when the kids arrive."


"Then let's get a move on," I said. I then turned to Freddie, "hey
slut, grab your things and jump in the car." Anthony laughed and I shook
my head with a smile. I'd fill him in on the conversation I had in the
bathroom once we were alone.


"Can I jump on coaches dick first?"


"Not if you want to make it to the game on time," Anthony said sternly.
I don't think I'd have the same will power as my husband. But he took
this commitment seriously. That was so sexy to me.


We got to the gym first and saw the bus was already waiting. We had
pulled from our own funds and got a luxury bus for the boys. We wanted
them to ride in style. As they arrived there were plenty of, "whoa,
cool!"


Once we had everyone on board I did a headcount and told the driver we
were good to go. Anthony and I sat up front and our core group of boys -
Asher, Jason, Christopher, Freddie and Miles - sat right behind us on
either side. Miles and Freddie were so small they crammed onto a bench
seat next to Jason. Miles had one leg up on Jason's lap, but he didn't
seem to mind at all.


Asher and Christopher were right behind us. Asher leaned forward and said
quietly, "you know Coach, we would be happy to skip this game and just
spend the time in the locker room."


"I'm sure you would be," Anthony said. "But you've got to lead your
team. You can celebrate with them after."


"Oh, I will sir. Have you ever been to this school?"


"No. Well, not in years anyway."


"I think you'll like it Coach." Christopher said with a smile. "It's
bigger than ours. No fancy sauna but... well, you'll see."


"What do you mean?" I asked.


"Asher filled us in on the shower scene yesterday. I'm mad we missed
out."


That cryptic response make my crotch hot.


The school the game was at was a huge private academy. It was so big they
had two boys locker rooms. as we walked in there was a sign taped to a
wall pointing the away team to their lockers.


It was nice for a high school locker room. It sure smelled like a high
school locker room. The aromas of dried sweat and teenage hormones took
me back. I suddenly remembered getting railed by a group of sweaty men in
a locker room not to unlike this. God, thank god I didn't have the
change or all the boys would be useless; distracted by my thick man
meat.


I had to pee so I walked back and found the urinals. As I walked to the
back of the locker room I realized what Chris was alluding to. The
showers were communal. One large room with four shower heads. Two of them
were taped off with "out of order" signs under them. That means the
whole team was going to have to split two shower heads after the game.
Fuck, now I wanted to skip the game too.


It's difficult to take a piss with a full hard on, but you'd think I'd
be getting used to it since I've had a perpetual boner for the last 24
hours. I seem to remember a commercial saying that that wasn't good, but
I didn't care. It felt so natural around these boys.


Anyway I did my business, walked back past the shower room and out to the
lockers. All the boys were changed and getting a pep talk from my
husband.


"Guys, we're not in a competitive league. That doesn't mean we
shouldn't play to win. We're in top form so I'm confident you'll all
shine. Just get out there, give your all and we will celebrate after.
Understood?"


"What kind of celebration you thinking Coach?" Jason said from the
back


Asher chirped in, "One that ends with you and Christopher covering me
with your -"


"Let's have a great game guys. We can discuss celebrations after the
win," I cut in quickly. I could see this devolving quickly and we needed
the boys focused on the game - for now.


Once the boys hit the basketball court, it was like they were different
people altogether. They worked as a cohesive team, the same one that
Anthony and I had been grooming for weeks. The warm-up went well, and
that cohesion carried into the full game. I was so proud of the boys as
they worked together, and absolutely dominated the other team.


And that is no small feat. The other team was full of boys who were more
developed than most of our team. Sure there were a few that were younger
but no one as young as Freddie or Miles.


The crowd was blown away with how great our young team performed. The
only thing that caught some suspicious glances from the crowd was the
fact that I don't think anyone on our team was wearing underwear. In
fact, the referee made a point of saying so at the end of the game .


"You know coaches, I would talk to these boys about coming a little bit
more prepared under their shorts if you know what I mean. If anyone from
the opposing team slipped, they would risk losing an eye." We chuckled
and said we would have a chat with them.


The boys all celebrated on their way into the locker rooms. They were
jumping on each other, trading high fives and even trading a few butt
slaps. Nothing too scandalous, just regular horseplay. They were keeping
the good stuff for behind closed doors.


I followed them right in while Anthony stayed behind and talked with the
other head coach. We went right to the lockers and all the boys stripped
down, still excitedly talking about their fantastic team work. I was
beaming with a mix of pride and carnal lust. When Anthony came in the
team quieted down and stood or sat, waiting for the coach to debrief.
None of them wore towels, and all of them sported stiff cocks.


Asher's 6.5" cut dick stood straight out and was somewhat thin. Chris
was surprisingly girthy with about 5" of cut meat. Jason was hung,
easily 8" and uncut. The boys called him the Italian stallion on the
court and now that made sense. Of All three of the boys He had a wide tip
that made his shaft look even bigger. Freddie and Miles were of course
the smallest but were by no means shy. Both their little uncut pricks
stood up proudly. They felt more like men having both shot their first
real loads in the last 24 hours.


Anthony started stripping down as he addressed the boys. I quickly
followed suit.


"Gentlemen, you were all fantastic out there. I've got notes for each
of you but I think we've all earned a bit of celebrating. Let's get
cleaned up and we can talk about that win over pizza."


Jason looked down at his rock hard cock and then at his coach, "can we
celebrate in the showers too Coach?"


I answered first, "did you think the pizza was the celebration? That's
the after party. Let's get to it boys."