Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2017 17:50:06 +0000 From: Matt Subject: James and Justin Part 9 - Refuge Incest; ws; Mb (multiple) Disclaimer: no boys or men were hurt during the writing of this fictional, fantasy story. If you really think what I write about is humanly possible you need to seek professional help. Don't read this if you're not permitted to. Everyone in the story is of course over the age of consent where you live, but occasionally acts and seems younger. Apologies if you've read it already. Let me know if you liked it; don't if you didn't. Don't forget to donate generously to Nifty. We're getting real value for money in this Archive! It was mid-winter. That time of year when Christmas had passed, New Year was already old news and although the days got longer you didn't seem to notice it very much. It wasn't snowing but there was rain and cloud every day and my two boys, Justin and James, were bored staying at home all the time. Although the dads and sons evenings were a regular event, it was almost always the same dads and sons and my boys had been fucked by every daddy several times and had watched all their school friends being used and obscenely abused in every possible way over the last year. Although a few innovations had been introduced like spanking sessions for the naughtiest boys (my two were always in that category, and they loved the repeated, stimulating sting of a cane on their tender bottoms) and tickling - the youngest little boys loved that as they were held down and their daddies started at their tiny toes which were licked and tickled and then they worked up the squirming little bodies using fingers, feathers and even flicks of stinging split bamboo canes on their soft ass cheeks interspersed with caresses from tongues and fingers. They giggled and squeaked with delight and often they lost control of their bladders and shot delicious, sweet scented and tasting boipiss high into the air, falling like warm showers over their daddies who eagerly slurped and sucked in all the piss the little boys could produce. Their soft nipples were stimulated and tickled with tongues, teeth and fingers – and sometimes sharp, fantastically exciting but painful clips and screws - tortured, hardened and enlarged them so that they jutted out hard and proud, able to be stimulated so that some of the little boys could even get shaking, throbbing, clenching little boi orgasms from manipulation of their nips alone without their boi pricks being touched. With their daddies' tongues licking and sucking at their fuck holes and hands pinching erect nips it would drive the little boys to distraction and they wriggled and bucked their cute, smooth bodies making sounds like little puppies, mewing and squeaking as they tried to rub their inch-long, stiff little boipricks against the carpet or their daddies' knees or frustratingly against each others' entirely hairless bodies. A lot of time was spent stimulating the boys' tight little cunts and pushing vegetables, fruit and other objects into the kids who loved being stretched wide open for everyone to look at. The daddies would proudly stand by and show other men their tiny sons ass muscles which freakishly expanded to show the tips of cucumbers, zucchini, bananas emerging and widening the dark pink, pouting elastic rings of their little sons' boi holes. The blood rushed to the expanded muscle and some of the tiny boys were beginning to develop beautiful gapes of deep crimson rosebud beauty which they could push out and pull back, helped by their daddies fingers and tongues. Often they were unable to retain all the cum that had been pumped into them and as the rings of muscle expanded they would fart and slurp out long, warm, dribbling streams of mancum slime which ran down their legs and over their minute ball sacs. At first they were embarrassed and threw themselves, sobbing into their fathers' arms not knowing what was happening, feeling confused and distressed. In time however their daddies made everything better for them and the boys would stand up, legs apart, an arm raised to rake a hand through their fine floppy blond hair, pushing out their asses, showing off their swollen boicunts streaming with trails of translucent, creamy sperm which ran from their abused, red, pulsing holes and down their legs. They would proudly wipe up the cum with eager fingers licking and eating it, wiping it over their faces so that their cute, innocent, smiling features too dripped with thick gobs of warm cum ejected from deep inside their little cunts. God, those boys were beautiful, every one willing to give and take abuse and love and stimulation from the big, grown men who loved them so much. Every boy keen to try new experiences, every boy wanting to show off their bodies and their bodily functions to the appreciative audience of pedophile, incest driven, perverted adult males who were there just to adore, corrupt and abuse stunningly beautiful, innocent little boys. The fathers would jerk their heavy, dark pricks to full erection and piss strongly and forcefully all over their baby sons' naked bodies. Some boys dropped to their knees and opened their mouths wide to receive this perfect gift from their fathers. They would bathe their bodies and gulp down eagerly the strong, hot, yellow liquid ejected from their fathers' burstingly full bladders. Sometimes this warm shower could last for some minutes and the little boys were squealing with excitement at the seemingly endless supply of rich man piss produced just for them to drink and luxuriate in. However, even that excitement had started to pall and my boys were on the lookout for something a bit different. At school they had seen pictures of leaky boats filled with desperate families trying to cross seas to escape persecution and war. Even if the refugees managed to reach the relative safety of Europe there was no guarantee of work and shelter. The boys' school, which was not the one in which I taught, had started a scheme aimed at supporting refugee families. Usually this took the form of fundraising events and collecting clothes to send to Syria, Mali or Afghanistan. Sometimes it was more hands on and refugees were temporarily housed with host families around the UK. James and Justin were keen to invite some homeless refugees to live with us and so I thought about it and agreed to take a family. There was plenty of room in our house and we were able to afford the cost of two or three extra people to feed, clothe and nourish. The local refugee agency asked if we would be prepared to take a Pakistani father and his three young children; Ahmed had lost his wife who was missing, presumed drowned when the boat she was in with her daughter sank off Malta on the way from Libya. For the last 8 months the family had been living in Valletta but as the father spoke good English and his three sons had been at an English speaking school in Pakistan they were not at such a disadvantage as some other refugees. The reason they had been forced to leave their home was that the mother Mariam had been a civil rights activist and as such, was the target for abuse and death threats from elderly tribal men in the north east of the country who saw any assault on their authority, particularly by a woman, as worthy of death. We worked at getting the house ready for our guests and the boys did a lot of research online to find out what they were likely to eat and to expect from their hosts. There were two extra rooms as James and Justin usually both slept in an extra-large kingsized bed with me, so that I could fuck them both regularly each night, but we thought it would be wiser if they moved back into a bedroom of their own for a few months. The little family arrived late one afternoon and we were immediately struck by how incredibly handsome they were. Ahmed was tall and muscular with a moustache and unshaven cheeks. The three boys were all quite tall for their ages, with an intense light brown skin tone, dark eyes and long eyelashes, with glistening heads of black hair. Mo, the eldest, was 13. He had a mistrustful, guarded look and didn't look us in the eye initially. He was obviously a good sportsman and had well-developed muscles, broad shoulders and his strong legs had firm hairless calves. His 9 year old brother Ali was the typical middle brother, trying to make himself visible by physical activity and emotionally needy behaviour. He liked to sing and spent a lot of time reading and drawing. Some of his art was really accomplished he was particularly good at drawing human figures. Sidi the youngest was a very little boy who was obviously still traumatised by what life had presented him with thus far. He was often quiet, cried a lot and clung to his father's leg, his thumb usually in his mouth and his look shy and submissive. He hated wearing clothes and stripped off whatever he was wearing as soon as he could. I have to say, the sight of his gorgeous, caramel coloured, flawless skin drove me wild. His firm, jutting buttocks were perfectly rounded and hid a perfect, tight little boi cunt which I occasionally would catch sight of if he was lying on the floor or jumping up into his father's strong arms or rolling around in a tangle of limbs with his two brothers. He had beautiful puffy little dark boi nips which got me salivating as I thought of sucking and nibbling them into an erect state. His father and brothers were particularly protective towards little Sidi and were affectionate with each other, hugging and stroking each others' hair and arms lovingly as they curled up together in chairs or on the sofa. On the first night of their stay the boys didn't want to leave their father and so we swapped around bedrooms so that they could all sleep in my huge bed. After we had eaten a simple supper together and had some juice and tea to drink the family went upstairs together. Justin and James were very curious to find out what Ahmed looked like without his clothes on and whether Mo had hair on his body yet. I reminded them that unfortunately not all families were like ours, and that they certainly would not be having sex every day together. Maybe the boys would be curious about sex and might play guiltily with each other as kids will do, but I warned James and Justin not to try and start any games with them – after all they had only recently come through a traumatic escape and lost their mother and sister. I caught a naked and erect James looking through the keyhole of the bathroom door when Ahmed was in there so I shooed him away and spanked his wriggling little bottom, laughing inwardly at the sexy little fiend my youngest son had become! Ten minutes later I had pumped a hot load of man-slime into his boicunt whilst Justin licked and sucked around my prick as I pushed heavy and deep into James' willing body. When I'd cum and was withdrawing from James' hot little hole Justin cleaned my cum-dripping prick thoroughly and then felched and sucked hard at James's cunt to get all the daddy cum he could reach as it dribbled lazily out of the little boy and down his thighs. The disgusting noise of one son farting continuously and bubbling cum out his hole and the other little son sucking and slurping it up eagerly were the most erotic sounds I could imagine. It turned me on so much that I quickly turned Justin on his tummy and slid my prick into his ready-lubed cunt and raised the pre-teener into the air using him like a hot, silky glove around my dick. I shook him and turned him head down. Our legs scissored so that I was penetrating him deeper than seemed possible; my prick was so deep inside the little boy that it had disappeared completely - so far into my son that it made him groan with the pleasure and satisfaction of being deep-fucked by his pedo father. Fuck, I love my two boys so much. They are so sexy and erotic. They love every possible kind of sex and are just ready and waiting to be abused by me and by every other pedophile pervert they can find. Look! Here they are right there in front of you now. Look at them, completely naked; no body hair. Let your eyes take in every fucking detail of their bodies which are years and years away from puberty yet. Their softly muscled, smooth bodies turning this way and that to seduce you. Their floppy blond hair falling sexily over their eyes as they invite you to please, please rape and molest them. Those eyes tell you that there is nothing you can do to them that they won't enjoy. That they are ready to pleasure you and give you the free use of their lithe, youthful bodies. All that luxurious flesh just for you to abuse. Run your hands over them both. Do you want to see them kissing and caressing each others' virgin bodies? Just ask. They're happy to do that. Do you want to see Justin laying his little brother lovingly on the bed as James raises his legs and holds them wide apart to allow his older brother to feed off his dripping boicunt and then slide his littleboi prick into his brother, leaning back so you can see it sliding effortlessly and deep into the little boy who is watching you to make sure you're enjoying it? They'll do that if you ask. Do you want both boys to slurp wetly all over your big, dark daddy prick and try to take it deep into their throats one after the other and then kneel, looking eagerly up at you as you cum mightily in first one little mouth and then the other and back and forward as the two kids kiss and swap your cum and swallow it gratefully licking the residue off each others' faces? They'd love to do that. Do you want to see two tight little boy holes winking up at you as they kneel beside each other whilst you fuck deeply into first one cunt and then the other. Backwards and forwards as the holes become looser and sloppier until you cum hard into one boy and quickly withdraw and plunge hard into the other giving each preteener a share of your precious man-seed. They are really longing for you to do that. My boys are truly perverted, sex machines whose sole purpose is to be abused by you. Go on ... you know you want to ...touch him ... now the other boy. Feel what that smooth silk skin feels like to your touch. How hot that little hole is as you finger it. Let that tiny tongue and mouth suckle at your big man-nips. That little hand can't reach all the way round so it squeezes you as the other hand gently strokes your big shaven balls. Mmmm lovely. And you know what? You can do this all day if you want – they never have enough, never get tired. They're yours for as long as you want to use them you perverted criminal pedo: meet my two super slut man toys. Where was I? Ah yes. The following morning Ahmed had administrative things to see to at the Town Hall and the two older boys went off with Justin to register at school. James and Sidi stayed at home in the morning with the 17 year old son of my neighbour keeping an eye on them until I came back after lunch. Paul was a lifeguard at the local swimming pool and knew James and Justin and their little friends very well. He was always prepared to drop everything and look after the boys for a couple of hours. He hadn't met Sidi yet but I'd filled him in on his family story and Paul was very keen to help in any way he could to make them feel at home in our town. What happened next came as a surprise, even to Paul...