Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 11:27:31 -0700 From: Matt And Brad Subject: Power Couple, chapter 2 The Power Couple – Chapter 2 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Remember, Nifty is a free service. Take a minute to donate to keep us happy and hard. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ======================================================================= After Brad and I made out like teenagers on our couch in the living room, we decided to use our iPad to check the camera feed in Donny's room to see how the boys were doing. 10-year-old birthday boy, Roy, was still being pounded by his 14-year-old brother, who was egging the other boys on, verbally charging them up to fuck Roy some more. I was impressed by Bryan's stamina. I didn't realize he was growing to be such a skilled top, and a potentially dominant one at that. Maybe Brad and I really need to take him under our wing and teach him more than we already have. Brad and I started to stroke our dicks watching the screen, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering, seeing how far Bryan had come from the 9-year-old we met five years ago. Once we were feeling settled in our new house, Brad and I need to plot a good running path – some hills, some flat, not too many busy streets (traffic lights slow down the cardio), and the potential for good scoping. We tried several different routes, and the trial and error was fun. We tried seeing if we could make it all the way to the super gay district in West Hollywood, but we never made it all the way to Santa Monica Blvd. without getting cruised so hard we had to fuck. We nailed this one guy on a side path to his apartment building, taking turns fucking him while the other held his dog on the street keeping lookout. We tag teamed one dude in the back of his Mercedes SUV over his child seat. One cyclist never even took off his helmet when he fucked me with Brad pounding him on the hood of a car in broad daylight. When we finally made it through one time without emptying our balls, turns out that route was going to be too long anyway. We had no problem with the frequency of sex, but sex combined with mileage was going to take a lot of time, and we actually do things with our day besides fuck, believe it or not. We tried going up toward Hollywood a couple times, but the scenery – of the neighborhood and the male variety – wasn't worthwhile enough. We also tried a combination of Miracle Mile and Larchmont, and while we fucked several more married dudes, a few spin class instructors, and one very experienced 12-year-old schoolboy, the run wasn't physically challenging enough for us. We decided to keep it in mind for casual strolling on the weekends, and we modified it for a good dog walking route later, and we would find that 12-year-old often enough to fill him with cum over the years. We eventually settled on one that took us near two parks and two shopping districts. We could scope out families in the park and dudes playing basketball in one park (which would usually lead to parking lot or restroom sex), while also catching some people trying to avoid paying for parking at The Grove by finding a spot in the neighborhood. We would sometimes stray from our run to follow a dude into a store and fuck him in a changing room while his girlfriend shopped or Brad and I feeding a gaggle of faggots some cum in one of the stairwells in the parking garage that isn't video monitored. The other park provided some boys leaving tennis courts with sweaty, cum hungry ass cracks and some homeless street kids that we would sometimes invite to follow us home later for some food, a shower, and two dicks in their boy pussy. Plus that park was near a Target (with an unusually clean bathroom for fucking) and an audition space where we'd sometimes see dudes that were too nervous or "professional" to talk to us on set but would be more than willing to put their legs in the air in the back of their Prius on a pile of their headshots. When we'd set out on our run, we would see the same woman wrangling a 5-year-old into the back of a sporty Buick sedan. Neighborly smiles would be exchanged; "good mornings;" waves to the active, squirmy little boy, who would eventually grow up to be the passed out 10-year-old currently getting gang fucked in my foster son's room with six adult loads in his swollen boy pussy. About three months passed, and we had gotten our first guest from Dogs Without Borders, a Labrador mix named Shep. Two years old and full of boundless energy. He was like the equivalent of a teenager who goes through a growth spurt and doesn't know how to deal with his size. We already had a couple fragile casualties in the house, and it had only been 36 hours. We decided to include him on our jog to tire the littler fucker out, because his cuteness was only going to save his life for so long. We heard "Puppy!" as we approached the house on the corner. The previously spotted, energetic 5-year-old boy was about to collide with an equally energetic 2-year-old canine, and no one knew how this was going to turn out. Luckily, my husband advanced faster than Shep did (thanks to me holding him back) and scooped a squealing little Roy into the air, as Shep tried to wet the boy's clothes with doggy slobber. DWB told us Shep was good with kids, and it was clear he didn't want to eat Roy, but we needed him to calm down a bit before Brad put the boy down. The two young ones – dog and boy – were having a great time, despite one being held by his collar and one being held practically six feet in the air, respectively. (I assume you we already going to know which was which. We have yet to collar Roy, but it's only a matter of time.) Roy's mother has now joined us, and we were all feeling a bit guilty for our little ones' behaviors. This is how we officially met Roy and his mother, Rebecca. The 5-year-old human and the two-year-old canine simmered down, so we let them play on the lawn for a bit while the adults talked. I was being polite to Rebecca, but I really wanted her to shut up so I could concentrate on her gorgeous little Roy. Pin-straight brown hair, adorable face, bright smile, tight little boy body that was probably so smooth to the touch. I was sure I was going to be throating Brad's dick later while he told me about holding him, even for the briefest little bit. (Which I did.) Rebecca had to go, but we invited her and her son to join us the next day, so Shep and Roy could play penned in our yard, and we could get to know our neighbors. We told her to bring her bathing suit, her husband, and her other son, of course. That was when we met Mitch and Bryan. 2pm the next day, our doorbell rang, and they were standing on the other side, like a perfect little family – Mom, Dad, 2.5 kids (the .5 being the case of beer Mitch was holding). I really had to pull my shit together and focus on meeting Mitch politely, because I was struck by how amazing Bryan was – 9-year-old perfection. He looked just like his younger brother, but with bright green eyes (I love light eyes and dark hair!) and a smattering of freckles across his face, and an obviously more athletic body. What made it worse was when he smiled at me and his face lit up. It shot directly to my cock, and there was unmistakable sexual energy. Later, Brad told me he felt the same thing. It was like all three of us recognized we'd be fucking from that moment. Some little boys give off that vibe, like they're starving for male attention that doesn't come from their dads, and Brad and I were ready to fill that (and whatever other) void that bundle of untapped sexual energy wanted. The same could be said for Mitch. Quite an attractive man – maybe a little pale and soft-bodied from spending too much time in an office (as a real estate attorney) and from being married for ten years. He kind of reminded me of a young Kyle Chandler (who Brad and I have both worked with and have agreed we would still fuck, if given the opportunity). I felt a twitch in my testicles when we shook hands, and my radar staring pinging. That signal got stronger when he and Brad introduced themselves. I already told you, Brad is a stunner, and I've been witness to him turning straight and married men into cocksucking bottoms before, even without me getting any kind of hint. Brad gave me a look and I knew he was feeling it, too. We told Roy that Shep was ready for him in the backyard, and we all made our way through the house, Rebecca complimenting us on our design choices as we went, and me silently complimenting her on her choice of husbands and her ability to churn out beautiful boys. The dog was bouncing with excitement and barely gave us a chance to open the door, but we all made it to the backyard (me slightly behind, as I'd paused to open four beers for the grown-ups), and the next thing I know, Bryan was asking to swim while he was taking his clothes off. That was the moment I knew for sure Brad and I needed that notch on our already marked up bedpost. My suspicions were confirmed as he peeled his shirt off and revealed an absolutely flawless body – a couple moles, but otherwise blemish free, hairless and tight with God-given naturalness. I'm pretty sure he knew he had us, too, when he tossed his shirt down and caught my eye, and I almost dropped all the bottles I was holding. Then he glanced at Brad before he ran and jumped in the pool, and my husband and I realized we were caught in a sexual whirlwind, and the day was going to bring some nice possibilities. Drinks were passed out, and the adults chatted while the kids played. Roy decided to join his brother in the pool, with the usual motherly cautioning from Rebecca to be careful. Shep didn't want to be left out, so he jumped in, too, which was a new and not entirely pleasant development Brad and I were going to have to deal with. "Mommy! Daddy!," Roy called from the pool. "Play with us." "Yeah," his older brother chimed in. "You, too, Mr. Brad! Mr. Matt! Play with us!" And I was hard. I'd never been called Mr. Matt before and now it was all I ever wanted. "No, boys," Rebecca said, "we're going to stay right here." "Actually," my husband started, "I could use some pool time. It's hot out!" With that, Brad downed most of his beer and then took off his shirt. I basically heard four people gasp, and my hard dick started leaking precum. The time it took him to remove his t-shirt was just short of a slow motion sequence in a teen comedy, and it gave all four of our neighbors a chance to admire his torso and arms. I know I'm a lucky man and that my husband is sexy, and I love when other people notice it, especially women who can't have him, curious straight men, and boys on the brink of their sexuality. After showing off his body, Brad went and cannonballed into the pool, soaking the boys, which is good because I saw how he starting to bulge his suit and needed the cold water to calm him down. Not that it would much, since he can stay very hard, which I'm guessing the two young boys might find out if they start crawling on him, like they already had begun to once he surfaced. "Don't try to drown Brad!" Rebecca called out to her 9-year-old on my husband's back. "We're not," Bryan replied, sweetly, while trying to push my husband's 30-year-old solid frame under the water and failing. Brad decided to let Bryan win and slid beneath the surface, as if the boy succeeded in dunking him. Then Bryan's eyes got really wide, and we watched from the chairs as the little boy was pulled under by my husband. Roy and Shep had climbed out the stairs at shallow end and ran around to the deeper, so that when the other two came up for air, they were there to jump in with near-synchronized splashes. "I think I need to go defend my husband," I finally chimed in after being thoroughly distracted by the scene in front of me. "He seems to be out numbered." I like an audience, too, so I definitely didn't mind when Rebecca and Mitch both sized me up when I removed my shirt as well. I didn't quite show off as much as I would have, because I was really fucking hard in my shorts, so I tried to be discreet to them, but I'm pretty sure all the males in the pool saw everything I was showing. The cold water helped cool me down some. First order of business, removing the canine from the pool. I hoisted Shep out and suddenly had a 5-year-old on my back. "Mr. Brad can lift me over his head." My dick was hard on my husband's behalf. "I remember. I was there." "Can you do that, too, sir?" little Roy asked me. These boys were respectful to the point of submission, and it was such a fucking turn on. "I sure can." He giggled. "Show me, Mr. Matt." So much for the cold taming my erection. I'm pretty sure Roy didn't notice it, when I grabbed his tiny, slippery, smooth body, maneuvered him in front of me, and then pressed him into the air. He was giggling like crazy. "Look, Mommy! Look, Daddy!" He waved at them, until I tipped and guided the boy in a controlled dive to the side. When I surfaced, I was attacked from the front by a 9-year-old. His legs wrapped around me, and his hands went around my neck...and I'm pretty sure I felt his boy cock hard against my stomach. His face came intimately close to mine. "Lift me, too, Mr. Matt." Unlike his brother, Bryan most definitely would have felt my hard cock against his ass, when he shifted positions for me. I knew Brad and I weren't going to need a shoulder day at the gym with all the lifting and pressing we were doing, not to mention all the cardio from going up and down the stairs and running around the pool. (Yes, I know you're not supposed to run around a pool, but when you're trying to get little boys to think you're cooler than their parents because you want to fuck them, you have to bend the safety rules a bit.) Brad and I tossed Roy and Bryan around for almost an hour. Literally, tossed them around. We would throw Roy in the air back and forth. Even when Rebecca and Mitch did eventually get in the pool, the boys still climbed all over Brad and me. Mitch tried to keep up and throw his sons around, but he didn't have the endurance anymore, so they kept coming back to us. Ultimately, I was right - Mitch didn't have a bad body, by any means. It was totally redeemable. Also, more than a few times, I'd catch him looking at me, and I know I saw him discretely check out my husband. The time had come for us to call it quits in the pool for a bit. We gave Roy the duty of catching and drying Shep, while Bryan insisted he was a big boy and could dry himself. I wanted to lick every drop of water off him, but I was content to watch him as we all toweled ourselves. We decided to let the California sun do its job and take care of the rest, while we kicked a ball around the yard. It turned out that Bryan was quite a skilled soccer player. He was on a junior league, which explained the shape he was in. Apparently, Bryan inherited his skill from his mother, because Rebecca joined in a little backyard grudge match on the same team as her son against Brad and Roy. My husband played soccer all through high school, but the mother/son team clearly had the advantage. Looking on, Mitch and I agreed that we'd be the go-to teammates if we were playing baseball. That was where we both excelled. We grilled some chicken, hot dogs, and vegetables and enjoyed the rest of the day. Shep was enjoying the attention he was getting, not to mention all the scraps falling mostly on Roy's part. Brad decided to make a joke of the little boy fattening our dog and threw him in the pool as punishment. Bryan defended his brother by pushing my husband in, and then it was my turn to tackle Bryan into the water. During this second pool time, Bryan was very handsy. I noticed it earlier, between the climbing and the swimming around, I'm pretty sure there wasn't a spot on my body he didn't grope, and it became more obvious now. Sure, Roy was touching me, but in a more awkward, flailing kind of way. It sure felt deliberate with Bryan. I paid attention when he was climbing on Brad, and I'd see him react to being touched. We'd non-verbally check in with each other, as we had many times before in similar situations, and realized something exciting was afoot. We settled down poolside again, but I was still starving. I announced I was going to get some chips and salsa for us to continue snacking. Once a fat kid, always a fat kid. I was organizing some things on the counter, when I felt two small, wet arms wrap around my stomach and damp hair against my back. "Thanks for a fun day in the pool, Mr. Matt," young Bryan said. I look out the window, and Brad watching me over Mitch and Rebecca's heads, with a giant smile on his face. "Anytime. You're always welcome to come over." I felt his little hands start traveling up my fuzzy torso. "I like when you and Mr. Brad throw me around in the pool. You're so strong. My daddy can't lift me like that anymore." "He tried, but I spend a lot of time making my muscles big to lift little boys like you." I grab his hands and slide them down my body, purposely letting him hit my growing cock on the way down. "And now I need a little boy's help." I turn around, and my bulge is practically in his face. His eyes are glued to it. "What do you need help with?" he asks my crotch. I smile and then stretch to open a cabinet. Then I squat down to his eye level, and he snaps out of his man-dick-induced trance. I point to the cabinet. "I need that bowl up there. Do you think, if I lift you up, you'll be able to help me reach it?" He smiles bright, and turns his beautiful body around. I, once again, check out the ass my husband and I have been enjoying all day. I put my hands firmly at his side and lift him like he's a toy. He easily reaches the bowl...and then I slowly, carefully, slide him down my body, so he can feel my stubble and then my chest hair against his smooth back. More importantly, Bryan's decent is so controlled that I slow him down even more to let him feel my bulge slide in his crack, through his little bathing suit. He gasps and stiffens and almost drops the bowl. I look out the window to see if Brad caught all of that. He did. I set him down and take the bowl from him. He is hands are resting on the counter, and he can definitely feel my almost fully hard dick against his back. "Thanks, boy," I whisper in his ear, as I press my cock grows to its full length against him. "You're welcome, sir," he squeaks out. His whole body is trembling from excitement, I assume, and he's holding onto the counter for support. I feel Bryan press his back against my dick, and I respond by applying more pressure and lean my weight into him, as I open some chips and dump them into the bowl. I slowly reach for the salsa, and I feel a light touch along my legs. Bryan had taken his hands off the counter and started moving them up my outer thighs. He was getting closer and closer to my damp bathing suit, and just as I pop the cap on the salsa, his little right hand grasps my cock. I pour the salsa into the bowl and use my finger to wipe the rim of the jar. I take my finger and put it in the boy's mouth as I thrust my swim suit covered cock harder into his hand. This 9-year-old hums pleasant sounds around my finger, as he sucks my digit. "How's that, boy? Is that okay?" I ask him, to which I got an "mm-hmm" as a reply. His hand gripped my cock harder, as he put a lot of effort into sucking all the salsa off my finger. I take my hand out of his mouth and started running my hands slowly down his smooth, perfect body. His already firm grip got even stronger, as I passed over his hard boy nipples and his ridged stomach. He only let go when my hand gripped his hard boy nail in his small bathing suit and he needed to grab the counter again for support. His back arched and his ass jutted back to my cock, now further wetting my bathing suit with precum. The sound of a throat clearing made us stop. I look over my shoulder and see my husband standing in the doorway to the mud room with a smile on his face. "Before our guests wonder what was taking so long, I thought I'd come in and offer to help." "I got distracted," I admitted. "I see that. Understandable." Brad came over to the counter and ran his hand through Bryan's hair and softly across his face. When his thumb got close to Bryan's mouth, the boy parted his lips and allowed my husband to put his thumb in, his beautiful green eyes staring up at Brad's face. "Good boy." "Bryan, why don't you take the chips and salsa outside to your mom and dad, so Brad and I can get the rest of the stuff?" I'm pretty sure he replied, "Okay, Mr. Matt," but Brad's thumb was still in his mouth. The boy reluctantly let my husband and I remove our hands from his body, and obediently took the bowls handed to him and walked outside. As soon as he was gone, Brad pinned me against the counter and started making out. When we came up for air between kisses, we were able to talk. "That was so fucking hot to walk in on, babe. I knew he wanted it." "The way he was all over us in the pool, grabbing our dicks accidentally on purpose." "His body felt so good in the pool." "It felt so good in the kitchen too." Brad dropped to his knees and yanked my shorts down as he went. "Tell me how he felt." As my husband throated my dick, I described how Bryan's smooth, hard body felt and especially the feeling of his hard boy nail in his trunks. I also watched Bryan walk back to the house and smiled when he appeared in the doorway and his mouth dropped open. I kept talking, for both Brad and Bryan's benefit. "He's such a sexy boy, so much fun to be around. I'm so glad he came over today, and I hope we see him much more in the future." Bryan giggled as he groped his little cock in his trunks. With my cock in his mouth, Brad looked back at him. He released me to say, "Come here, boy," and Bryan eagerly joined Brad on his knees in front of me, wide-eyed. "This is what you were just feeling in Matt's shorts," Brad said, and waved my dick at the 9-year-old. "Watch me." My husband resumed sucking my dick, inches from the boy's face and a wall away from his parents and his brother. Brad reached his arm around the boy and brought him closer, then let his hand wander all over the kids smooth, firm back. "Bryan," I said, and the boy looked up at me from his position. "You weren't accidentally touching us in the pool before, were you?" Bryan shook his head. "You really wanted to feel both of our dicks, didn't you?" He nodded. "Did you like feeling how hard you made my cock?" The boy nodded. "Do you like looking at it now?" His averted his eyes to my dick, licked his lips, and nodded again. "Have you ever done what Brad is doing?" He shook his head no. "Do you want to?" When Brad saw the boy nod again, he slid his hand up to the boy's head and pulled him closer to my dick. My husband's mouth was replaced by the inexperienced but eager mouth of our 9-year-old neighbor boy, and he released his pent up sexual longing on my dick. It was a hard and fast blowjob where the little boy fucked his own face with my dick. It wasn't perfect, and it had its fair share of teeth scraping, but I was too turned on to care. Brad stood up next to me and watched our new cocksucker work, with a big smile on his face. In thirty seconds, I was ready to blow. Brad could tell, so he grabbed the boy's hair and pulled him off my dick. "Close your eyes," he said to Bryan, just in time for me to paint a giant load on the kids face. Brad kissed me hard, and we said "I love you" to each other, followed by, "Oh, fuck," as I saw Mitch get up from his chair, hoisting Roy in the air. Brad quickly pulled our new suck-boy off his feet and ushered him to the bathroom between the kitchen and the mud room, as I scrambled out of the kitchen and headed for the rest of the house. I heard the sounds of the freezer opening and Brad gathering ice, using margaritas as a cover for his delay. He told Mitch I went to change, which actually was a good idea, since my bathing suit was still damp from our pool's water and my salty pre-cum. As I headed upstairs, I caught Bryan saying, "Hi, Daddy" to Mitch and my cock already gave a twitch from the thought of knowing I had literally just blasted that innocent face now talking to his father...and thinking about how Brad and I are going to make him call us Daddy a lot. I threw on some linen shorts but didn't bother with a shirt. The blender was whirring, as I headed downstairs. The TV was on in the living room, and little Roy was curled up with Shep, watching Aladdin on DVD. When I got in the kitchen, Brad was finishing up a pitcher of margaritas, with a still hungry Bryan on his knees, sucking my husband's dick. Brad casually poured four glasses and added a little white powder to two glasses, which he stirred in, and then garnished all four with a lime. "I'll be out in a minute," he said. "Bryan here is going to finish what he started, before I can join you." I kissed my husband and grabbed three glasses. "Make sure Rebecca and Mitch get those two," he said, gesturing to the cocktails with the added ingredient. "I ground up a couple sleeping pills to make sure get some alone time with our new favorite boy tonight." I clinked the one additive-free margarita glass against the one he picked up off the counter and we toasted our good fortune. Brad took a long pull from his margarita, as he guided the 9-year-old's mouth fully down on his 6.5". Leaving the kitchen, I heard Bryan gag and Brad say, "Good boy." Linen pants were probably a bad idea for me. Both Mitch and Rebecca noticed me flopping in my shorts, when I handed them their glasses. Rebecca had a naughty smirk on her face, and Mitch had a look of fascination, curiosity, and lust that I've seen many times. The pings on my radar were definitely on full alert now. We clinked glasses and toasted to good neighbors, while I watched my husband through the window, knowing their little boy was out of sight, on his knees, learning to deep throat – a skill we would help him hone over the years. "Brad will be out shortly. He was going to clean up and change and make sure the boys are okay." "You were being so great with them today," Rebecca said. "They were having so much fun." I watched Brad throw his head back, turn and mouth "I love you" to me, which I knew meant he was giving Bryan his own special drink. "We were having fun with them. It's good practice for when we have kids of our own someday." "Oh, are you going to adopt someday? Or surrogate?" Rebecca started inquiring. I started telling them about our plans to foster children someday, like we're doing with dogs. Brad joined us during the conversation, wearing pants like mine, and it was a good chance for me to really observe Mitch's reaction. The alarm bells were still going off. We shot the shit with them for a little longer, until Roy and Bryan came out of the house, with Shep following. "Mommy, I'm sleepy," Roy said and then did a big yawn. Rebecca yawned, too. "So is Mommy. It was a long day of sun and fun. Come on, boys," she said to the rest of her family. "Do I have to go, Mom?" Bryan asked, maybe a bit eagerly. "Mr. Brad said I could play with his Wii after the movie." Everyone knew he meant the Nintendo, but I couldn't help sneaking a look at my husband, who was trying not to laugh into his margarita. "Why don't you take Roy home and the big boys can stay a bit?" Mitch offered, but he also yawned. "Doesn't look like you'll be awake much longer either, so that's fine," Rebecca conceded. "Bye, boys." Brad got up. "I'll walk you out," he said, "and then I can get this little monster set up in the other room." He tussled Bryan's hair. "I'll grab more drinks. More margaritas or just some beer?" "Let's do beer," I said, and Brad escorted everyone away. I turned to Mitch. "Now that the wife is gone," I leaned in sexily, putting my hand on his leg, and I could see him get a little nervous. "Do you want me to get some pot, too?" "Oh! Fuck yes!" I got up and went in the house to retrieve our stash...and a Viagra from the medicine cabinet. I didn't need it, but I thought I'd add it to Mitch's drink and see where the night takes us. On my way out, I walked through the living room saw my husband sitting on the couch with a naked 9-year-old in his lap. Bryan was playing Mario Kart, grinding his little butt against Brad's dick while my husband casually stroked his boy cock. "Don't be too long," I told him. I got a couple beers from the kitchen and took a second to add the pill to Mitch's bottle, which I then brought outside. I told Mitch that Bryan convinced my husband to play with him, so he might be a minute. The double entendre was intended, but Mitch, of course, missed it. So I started packing a bowl, and we chatted. It was our first time to talk one on one, so I found out a little more about him and his marriage, while we slowly got high. I was probably going to steer the conversation toward sex anyway, but movement in the window caught my eye and helped escalate things. I saw Brad stop, look at me, and then bend down to lift Bryan. He had grabbed the still naked boy low enough and lifted him up so high that he set him down, standing on the kitchen counter. I then watched my husband take that small, hard boy cock in his mouth. He was looking up at the little boy, who was looking down at my gorgeous husband, and I was staring at both of them, trying not to give us all away. Thankfully, Mitch didn't seem to notice. The combination of chemicals in his body was definitely affecting his ability to focus. "I hope Rebecca isn't too mad you decided to stay here with us," I said. "Nah, she said it was fine." "Fine never means fine to women. She might have wanted some quality time with you before bed." I watched Mitch shake his head, as his son thrusted his cock into my husband's head behind him. "I doubt it." "What about quality time with you in bed?" "Probably not that either. It's been a while." "How long?" He took a big drink. "A long, long while." "Ouch," I said. "That must suck." He laughed. "You can't relate?" As I watched my husband suck the dick of the boy who about an hour ago took my load on his face, I admitted, "Honestly, no. The longest I've gone recently is, like, 2 days and that's only because we turn into little babies when we get sick. Brad and I have a very active sex life. We have sex three to four times a day, plus blow jobs. Been that way for years." "Oh, man. I can barely remember what a blowjob feels like." "Brad gives such great blow jobs," stating what was obvious to me, seeing as how he was working his mouth on a boy nail in our kitchen. "Depending on how enthusiastic and hungry he is, I can cum so fast." I took another hit from the bowl, and passed it to Mitch. Then sat far back in my chair, thrusting my lower body and my obviously hard cock out. Mitch's eyes got so wide. I continued talking, looking partly at the taboo love fest in my kitchen and partly off into my own reverie. "The best is that morning blow job, when you're so hard from the night before, and that release goes into someone's mouth. Or one of those quick blowjobs in public, and you have to finish fast." While I was speaking, I was also moving my hand over my crotch, and somehow that caught Brad's attention in the kitchen. He lowered the boy off the counter, said something to him, grabbed a beer, and came outside to join us. "What did I miss?" my husband asked. "We were just talking about blowjobs," I told him. "Mitch said he hasn't had one in a while, and I said you give really head. Obviously, I'm thinking about that." I gestured to my bulging crotch. Unfazed, my husband turned to Mitch and asked, "Do you want one then?" Mitch was dumbfounded and couldn't answer. I stood up, dropped my pants, and said, "I do," and sat back down. Brad got on his knees in front of me and did one of the things he does best. I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the sensations, moaning for the benefit of Mitch and my husband. Brad put on an extra little show for Mitch, adding more flair to his work, which was already well crafted. Mitch sat, mesmerized at what was happening in front of him, and when he squeezed his crotch, I knew we had him for sure. "Do you want to take him up on his offer, Mitch?" I asked our neighbor. He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. From his knees, Brad scooted over and undid Mitch's pants. A thick dick flopped out, and my husband said, "Oh, fuck!" and took the whole thing in his mouth. Mitch let out a loud groan and grabbed my husband's hair. I wasn't about to let my husband have all the fun, so I got down on the ground next to Brad, and we took turns sucking straight, married cock. Mitch's cock grew to an impressive 8.5 uncut inches, that left my husband and I with plenty of room to work comfortably. We licked and sucked and flicked our tongues all over that head and shaft; we licked and sucked balls; we played with taint and a little anus exploration – all in a matter of a few minutes before Mitch shot so loud into Brad's mouth, I had to put my hand over his mouth to quiet him a bit. Brad made the executive decision that Mitch was not, in fact, finished. He continued to suck on our neighbor's cock, keeping the blood in the thick shaft. "That's my cue." I stood up and pulled my pants up. "I'll go make sure Bryan is distracted." By that, I mean, I was going to make sure I sucked that boy cock while Brad sucked another load out of his daddy. I found Bryan in the living room, naked on my couch, the Wii controller in one hand and his little boy cock in the other. "Hi, Mr. Matt," he said, when I walked in. I immediately took off my clothes, and the little boy said, "Wow!" "You were such a good boy, sucking me before. I thought I should return the favor." I didn't wait for his permission to get on my knees in front of him and suck his cocklet into my mouth. His high pitched pleasurable whine filled the room. He started running his fingers through my hair. "That feels so good, sir." He started bucking his tiny little hips up to meet my mouth. He tasted delicious – smooth and fresh. I was leaving so much saliva on his cock that it was running down over his little robin's egg sized balls and further down to his ass hole, which is just where I wanted it. I started teasing his pucker with my fingers, and Bryan's breathing got more intense. I'd been dreaming of his ass for hours, and the time has come for me to taste it. I put my hands behind his knees and press his lower body into the air. He's so light, he's like a toy. Sounds like I've never heard before start coming out of this boy once I dove my stubbled face into his smooth, hairless crack. I devoured his ass – ate it like I wasn't going to be able to survive without his boy pussy around my tongue. His hands were in my hair, pulling my head further into his pucker. "Do you like this, boy?" "Yes, sir. I didn't know my butt hole could feel so good." "This is just the beginning, boy. Brad and I will show you how good your pussy can feel." "My pussy?" "Yes. When a boy likes it this much and gets this much pleasure from his butt hole and loves having men show his hole attention, he has a boy pussy." "I have a boy pussy?" "You sure do," I said, before diving back into it. "Mitch is passed out," I heard from the doorway. My husband was taking off his clothes, watching me devour some boy ass. "Which is good, so he can't hear the sounds this little guy is making." I pulled my face out of Bryan's ass, to show Brad. "Look at that hole. Isn't it beautiful?" "It's perfect." And it was. Smooth, white crack, reddened by my stubble irritating the unblemished skin. Pink-ringed hole, that was widened from my tongue. "It's a boy pussy," announced our innocent, sex-fueled 9-year-old. "Do you like boy pussy, Mr. Brad?" "I do, baby boy." "As much as you liked sucking my penis before?" "I don't know yet. I did enjoy sucking your cocklet. I'd have to eat your pussy to know for sure." "Then do it, Mr. Brad," Bryan challenged. "Eat my boy pussy." Very few things in life turn my husband on more than a dirty mouthed little boy. He grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth on his and sucked the taste of Bryan off my tongue, before pushing my head aside and shoving his face against that hungry little cunt. I let my husband work his tongue into it on his own for a while, and then we took turns eating out our neighbor boy. While I had my tongue in Bryan's ass, my husband whispered in my ear, "I need your dick," and that was all I needed to hear. I've been inside my husband so many times that taking my dick is habitual for him. I didn't need more than spit on his hole and on my dick before I was balls deep in him. I heard him moan into Bryan's ass as I bottomed out in him. "Oh, my God!" our young friend cried out, out of surprise and Brad's increased enthusiasm for his little cunt. "Is your penis in his butt?" "Yeah, boy," I told him, "my hard cock is in his tight ass. This is how men show each other their love." "Does he have a boy pussy, too?" "He did, once. But he isn't a boy anymore. Brad is all man." I cracked my palm down on Brad's beautiful white ass and slammed harder into him. "Fuck! Yes!" he cried out. Bryan grabbed my husband's face in his hands. "Do you like Mr. Matt's penis in your butt?" "Yes! I love Matt's cock in my hole! It feels so good! You got me so horny today, you sexy little fuck!" "This is because of me? You're taking his...cock in your butt because I got you horny?" "Yes!" "Why isn't your cock in my butt then?" I had to pause mid-thrust to make sure I heard this conversation correctly. I couldn't let the sound of my thighs slapping Brad's ass, my heavy breathing, and Brad's slutty moans interrupt this. "Do you want my cock in your new boy pussy?" Brad asked our new, young friend. "I think so," Bryan admitted. I slowly sank all of my cock inside Brad and throbbed against his prostate with anticipation. He, meanwhile, got some saliva on his fingers and brought them close to Bryan's soon-to-be-devirginized pussy. "We need you to know for sure. You have to say it right so Matt and I can proceed." Since Bryan was already open from the tongue fucking he'd been getting, Brad brought two wet fingers to the open, pink hole and started to push into the boy. "Oh! Oh, fuck!" Our little boy was trying to be such a big boy, but he'd never experienced his hole being penetrated before. Maybe he wasn't wet enough, but he didn't complain or ask Brad to stop. Instead, he said, "Yes, Mr. Brad, I want your cock in my boy pussy." "And what about Matt?" "I want Mr. Matt in my boy pussy, too." Brad pulled his fingers from the boy, as I started to pull my dick out of Brad's warm hole. Brad got his fingers once more and slid them back in, as I sheathed my dick with his tunnel yet again. "I...oh, God! Fuck! I want you to show me love by being in my butt. I want to let you have my pussy." "Are you sure?" "Yesssssss!" And that was good enough for us! I slowly pulled my rock hard dick out of my husband's ass, got the lube (we, literally, keep lube in every room of the house, so I didn't have to go far), and applied a generous amount on Brad's cock and also got to spread open Bryan's ass a little further with my fingers. I kissed my husband as he slid his cock up and down the boy's crack. Then Brad leaned down over the boy and kissed Bryan sweetly. "You tell me if this hurts you, okay, boy?" "Yes, sir. Go slow, please." "Of course, baby boy. I love you." The tip of Brad's cock penetrated Bryan's ass ring. "Oh! Oh, Mr. Brad, I love you too! Oh! Oh! Mr. Matt?" I leaned closer to the boy, and he grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his. "I love you, too," he said. He kissed me hard and had his fists in my hair. He was moaning into my mouth, as my husband slowly impaled his cock in the tiny, no-longer-virgin boy pussy. Once again, our little boy never complained and took inch after inch inside him. (Like I said in the last chapter, better that Brad is 6.5". I don't know how tough Bryan would have been if my husband was super sized.) He finally pulled his mouth off mine, to throw his head back and yell "Oh, fuck!" when Brad's flesh bullet sunk in the last inch. His little toes were so curled and tight, and he wasn't fully relaxed. Brad and I took turns kissing him (and each other), until we could see his muscles loosen and Brad could feel his pussy accept him more. Then Brad started to fuck him – slowly, at first, but there was no way he could keep up a slow pace when he's in the process of deflowering a 9-year-old. Luckily, it looked like we had a natural cock slut on our hands. "Yes, Mr. Brad! Fuck me! Fuck my boy pussy! Give me your cock!" And so Brad did. He fucked him good. Unluckily, this dirty talk combined with the tightest hole he'd been in lately sent my husband to the edge quickly. Soon, he grabbed my face, said "I love you", and kissed me while he shot our new fuck toy full of cum. "Are you tired?" I asked Bryan. "No," he said. I could tell he was lying, because this boy just took a fuck fit for a dude three times his age. But I didn't really care and decided to believe his lie. "Good." I helped ease my husband out of that puffy little cummed in fuck hole, and I easily slid inside into Bryan next. The slight curve of my dick was massaging his little boy button. I could feel it, and I knew he could feel it too. The look on Bryan's face changed, and the cock slut was back. His body was on fire from being used as a fuck toy by two grown men today. He'd already gotten two of my husband's loads in both ends, plus mine on his face. He wasn't getting a break until he got my load mixed with Brad's in his pussy. "Fuck me, Mr. Matt! Fuck me, sir!" That new "Mr. Matt" trigger combined with the "sir"...this boy was now in for it. I pressed his legs against the back of the couch and started ramming his loosened hole. I couldn't hold myself back from pounding the fuck out of this little boy. My animal instincts took over, and I needed to give him my dick. I love how tight his hole still was. It was so obvious this was a virgin boy. Even though Brad, technically, was the first inside him, I knew we both took his virginity. My tongue sure helped! I couldn't have been fucking him more than five minutes when I felt the tingling in my balls, and I knew it would soon be over. My husband was right next to me, feeling my back and ass while I was plugging this fuck toy's asshole. I kissed Bryan quickly. "I love you, boy." Then I found my husband's mouth. "And I fucking love you more than anything." I sped up the pace and pounded one of the best loads of my life next to my husband's in that tight 9-year-old hole. Bryan was moaning and cursing his head off, saying things no boy should say at that young of an age, but not many boys would have just had two horny 30-year-olds pound him on their couch with their dad passed out in the backyard. After I caught my breath, I leaned down to kiss Bryan again and to tell him what a good job he did. "We're very proud of you, Bryan." "Thank you, sir. That was amazing. Can we do that again?" "Anytime, boy. You know where we live." My softening dick slowly emerged from Bryan's dripping ass, and my pig of a husband got down and cleaned it off, then started eating our merged loads out of the broken-in boy pussy. "While you were inside me, I felt like I had to pee and then my body got really warm and I saw stars and had to yell out. It happened with Mr. Brad first and then with you. And my penis was so hard." "You were orgasming, boy. Since you're too young to shoot cum like Brad and I can, your body gave you all the good feelings without the shoot. So you orgasmed like a woman." "Because I have a pussy?" "Because you have a pussy." Bryan's entire body blushed red. "I like having a pussy. I'm glad you helped me find it." "We are, too. And this is just the beginning." "Promise?" I kissed him again. "I promise." Brad joined us and kissed the boy as well. "I promise, too." He let Bryan taste our sperm and his own ass juices on his tongue. I needed a taste of that, too. "Did you mean it, when you said you loved me?" "We did," I replied on our behalf. "We do love you." We say that to every piece of ass we fuck. On some level, we mean it. On the other hand, it's what faggots want to hear to come back for more. Bryan was too young to know that, but he learned it in time. He smiled, and then passed out on the couch. I took the opportunity to lick up what Brad might have missed in Bryan's ass, while my husband put on his pants to go check on Mitch. We took a chance fucking this boy while his dad was only feet away, but I was pretty confident we had exhausted Mitch with two cums in a row...and the sleeping pill, of course Brad came in a couple seconds later, and I still had my tongue in a passed out 9-year-old's ass. "Mitch is still out." "So is this one." "Two in the same family within hours." We high-fived. "And we barely had to work at it." I put some clothes on while Brad dressed the sleeping fuck boy, and we went out to the backyard, with Brad carrying Bryan. Mitch was passed out in the chair where Brad left him, with his cock still out. "It was too hard to put it away before, and then I got distracted," Brad confessed. I squatted down next to Mitch and said into his ear, "Hey, Mitch. We just power fucked your son, while you were passed out." Mitch stirred a little, and finally forced his eyes open. "Hey. What was that?" "I said, you and your son are passed out." "Oh, shit. Sorry." "No worries. It wasn't, but maybe you should think about going home, before you end up crashing here all night." "Yeah, we probably should go." It was then that Mitch realized his dick was out. I could see a look of tired confusion on his face first, then it came back to him and his eyes got wide. He tried to subtly put his cock away. I said, "It wasn't an imposition. Brad and I really enjoyed the extra time with you." Mitch was still skittish. "Thanks. I had a good time, too. You know, smoking and..." He trailed off. "We know," I said. "Do you want us to help you home?" "No, that's okay. I'm sure I can manage." We walked the boys through the house, and before they left, I put my hand on Mitch's shoulder and said, "Mitch, don't stress about it. It's our secret. And anytime you need more guy time, you can come back. No problem." "Thanks. I will. Good night, guys." Brad handed the sleeping boy to Mitch, and they left. No sooner had the door shut, than Brad pulled my pants down, pushed my face against the door, spat on his cock and drove it into my ass. As he bottomed out in me, my husband said, "God damn! That was a fun night!" "Fuck yeah! I'm sure starting to like this neighborhood." "Me too." He started picking up the pace. "By the way, I'm pretty sure Mitch is watching me nail you from the sidewalk." "Then make it count," I said. And I got it hard for the next minute, a relentless power fuck, that ended with us simultaneously saying we love each other, and Brad leaning over my back to catch his breath. When he pulled out of me, he turned, looked out the window, and waved again to Mitch, then went upstairs. I did the same look and wave, and even from yards away, I could tell Mitch was bulging his shorts. I followed my husband upstairs, where we talked about the night again with me leaving a load inside him before we slept.