Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 15:28:07 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 13

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A boy for my husband chapter 13


Freddie and Miles almost ran to the bedroom. Having already been
stretched out by so many cocks, I'm surprised Freddie could still walk
straight. But the champ was leading us all into what would become our
orgy room.


Billy was slightly apprehensive. He was enjoying his time with his
science teacher. He learned more from exploring his body in the last 30
minutes than he had in all the health classes they made him take. Mark
remembered our rule though, no private encounters. Plus, he was enjoying
being the exhibitionist. With the obvious exception of Anthony, Mark has
been the first adult I've been attracted to in quite some time. His
physique, the way he carried himself and the size of his cock made me
feel slightly inferior. Like I was the child back in the sauna all those
years ago. But he was also kind and the way he treated little Billy was
so sweet.


Bob had also taken a liking to Mark. Watching his son get opened up by
the impressive uncut cock made him a proud dad. Bob was also now
infatuated with Miles. I couldn't blame him. His little body was so
accustomed to taking loads from every angle. He was made to please and
please Bob he did.


"I don't want to be greedy," Bob said to me, "but, can I give Miles
another load or two?"


"Two?" I responded with a laugh, "he is out to win so I'd expect him
to keep draining you until your balls are completely spent."


"Well, I think I just shot a gallon of jizz down his throat,"


"It was a lot. And it tasted nice as well."


The lighting in the bedroom was dimmed but not dark. Our guests could see
the cornucopia of filth at their disposal. Butt plugs, dildos, ropes, a
ball gag, poppers, handcuffs and of course the sex sling. Billy found the
sling fascinating. He jumped into it and couldn't figure out the right
way to get situated. His little bum stuck out into the air and his face
fell flat against the patent leather seat. It would have been adorable if
it weren't for the extremely perverted context.


No one bothered to bring any clothes in from the pool so there wasn't
much need for foreplay anymore. I kissed Miles and asked him, "who do
you want a load from next little guy?"


"Can Coach Frank put one in my bum?"


"I'll give you two in that little hole kiddo," Frank said as he picked
my 11-year old lover up into his arms and cradled him like a baby. Miles
cooed and rubbed the man's big hairy chest.


Freddie was already on his knees again taking care of Anthony and Mark
simultaneously. His mouth went back and forth, swallowing both uncut
tools happily. While he was throating one dick he was pulling on the
other; making their foreskins fold over the tips of their swollen tools.
Anythony and Mark were kissing. As their tongues wrapped around each
other they looked even more like brothers. Anthony was grabbing Marks
thick round ass and sliding his fingers around his hairy hole.


Bob looked a little disappointed. He wanted to have the next round with
Miles. But his attention quickly turned to his son. "Daddy, can you give
me some loads?"


Bob handed me the camera and asked, "Will you keep this focused on my
son and I? I want to be able to watch us making love later."


"Bob, it would be my privilege."


Bob walked over to little Billy and sat him down in the sling properly.
The boys little feet stuck straight up into the air and his hole was
perfectly positioned to get absolutely ravaged by his dad. The seed that
brought him into this world was going to be buried so far into his chest
it may never come back down. I could tell Bob had the same sort of nasty
thought. He leaned down and French kissed Billy. The boy protested with a
smile.


"Daddy, please fuck my ass like you fucked Miles' mouth."


"You want it that hard son?"


"I want it bad daddy."


Mark and Anthony both froze and started staring in the direction of the
sex swing. Franks cock was resting just outside of Miles' hole and he
help it there, waiting to see his secret lover plow balls deep into the
10-year old boy hole that had just been blown wide open by his science
teacher by the pool.


While all of us were hornier than you would think was possible, each of
us wore a look of care and love. We were about to witness something
infinitely more intimate than we could ever have imagined. None of us had
children of our own.


Knowing that they had fucked before, I fully expected them to fall into a
quick filthy rhythm. But no. Bob took his time and explored Billy's
smooth body. He took him gently by the hips and rocked his dick up and
down the outside of the child's hole. Then he took his cock in one hand
and lined it up for entry. The swollen tip of the fathers penis pierced
into the sons willing ass. The head slipped past and Billy clamped down
on it with a grunt. Bob pushed gently in, feeling Marks cum acting as
lube. The warm, soft feeling of his owns son bottom rubbing up against
the base of his package almost caught Bob by surprise. Without realizing
it he had already pushed in balls deep. Unlike the other night, Billy
didn't protest at all. Instead he looked at his dad and smiled wide. His
two missing baby teeth made for an endearing smile.


"I love you son."


"I love your cock dad."


And just like that, a switch flipped in Bobs mind. Hearing his son utter
those 5 words unleashed an absolute savage. There was no intermediate
speed. He went from slow entry to total pummeling. He hammered away at
his son's prepubescent cum hole (because at this point that's all it
was, a repository for semen.)


Even the boys stopped to watch the pounding Bob was inflicting on his
young boy. His cock rammed in and out, over and over. I tilted the camera
down for a close up and the swollen tip of bobs raging hard on was just
barely visible as he pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in
all the way. He knew exactly how far to extract his tool before burying
it back into the rear end of his own boy. They were linked. They fucked
as one. It was a beautiful sight.


Billy moaned and giggled. He was genuinely enjoying being the center of
attention. As his father got closer he urged him on.


"Yes daddy. Keep going. Breed me dad. Put your stuff deep into my guts.
Please don't stop dad."


The sweat was pouring off Bob. The camera caught all the action and I was
as stiff as a board watching through the little screen. The father's
sweat poured down onto the hairless body of Billy. Anthony and Freddie
walked over to me. As Anthony watched through the viewfinder with me,
Freddie got on his knees and started servicing the two of us. Frank took
Miles and threw him onto the bed. Mark accompanied his coworker and
started fucking my little lovers throat as Frank impaled him with his
thick hairy dick.


The feeling of Freddie's warm mouth licking my balls made it hard for me
to concentrate on my job as cameraman. My cock was slapping against His
sweet little face as he licked me from taint to tip. I needed to stay
focused.


"Freddie, get under Bob and lick his balls while he makes love to
Billy"


Freddie loved that idea. He slid between bob's legs and started sucking
on his big balls. That feeling put Bob into more of a frenzy.


"Fuckkkkk. Anthony, your boy is going to make me cum."


"Your boy is making you cum Bob. Mine is just enjoying the show from
below."


And just like that Bob started to quiver. His rapid fire fucking slowed
to quick, deep thrusts with pauses in between. Freddie's head was still
buried between the man's legs but I heard him say, "I can feel his cum
pushing out uncle Andrew!"


Bob kissed his son deeply as he continued to push his load deep into his
belly. With every pulse he moaned, "I love you," and his son gave a
small giggle and coo. When his nuts were totally spent bobs cock slipped
out of Billy's now well used boy hole. Freddie took advantage and
slipped the man's dick into his mouth. He licked the remaining cum and
boy juices from Bobs shaft and then started licking Billy's hole.


As things in the sex sling started calming down, things on the bed
started heating up. Miles started moaning loudly, even though his mouth
was full of Marks massive cock. The boy was grunting like a true cum pig.
Frank had him by the hips, smashing his thick rod into the barely broken
in hole of my boy.


I could see the look on Franks face. That now so familiar look. The
carnal pleasure he was getting from raping a willing boy hole. A boy so
small that Franks broad body completely blocked out Miles when you
watched from the rear.


Billy and Freddie were watching now. They started chanting, "breed that
boy, breed that boy."


The men joined in, cheering Frank on. This really got the hulking coach
going. He was grunting loudly between shouts of pure debauchery.


"Yeah slut. Take my thick man cock. Feel it deep in you. All these loads
you've been collecting makes for some nice lube."


We all were yelling now, "breed that boy! Breed that boy!"


Coach was getting close. He threw his head back and jackhammered poor
Miles. But the cum slut loved it.


"Yes! Please breed me!"


He was on the edge. His hairy body started to shake. And just as he was
about to blow his huge pedo load, the door bell rang.


We all stopped. Did someone see us? Was that the cops coming to arrest
all these sick child molesters? The boys protests would mean nothing. Our
lives would be over and we'd be separated from our little lovers
forever.


Mark was the first to run. He darted for the pool patio and grabbed as
many clothes as he could. He ran back into our bedroom and started
sorting out who's was who's.


Another ring of the doorbell with a loud knock accompanying it.


Anthony was white as a sheet. He pulled out his phone and opened the app
that showed the front door. The color returned to his face and a devilish
smile crossed his face.


"It's okay boys. Keep going."


"What?" Mark said. He was stuffing his huge rod back into his tiny
shorts.


Anthony turned on the microphone and said, "how can we help you?"


"We heard there was a pool party." That was Asher's voice.


"Or a pool orgy," Jason chimed in.


Anthony responded. "You missed it. It's a bedroom orgy now. The door is
unlocked. Strip down and get in here. Lots of adult cocks need
servicing."


Chris opened the door, "you heard Coach. Get in there! And Asher, leave
your panties on. I wanna rip them off as I break you in."



-Your Friend in Perversion

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