Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 13:42:42 -0700 From: Matt And Brad <powercoupleofhancockpark@gmail.com> Subject: Power Couple, chapter 1 The Power Couple – Chapter 1 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. ======================================================================== How many people truly take the time and reflect on how much they love their lives? Well, I do. Back in elementary school, when you're asked what you want to be when you grow up, this path I have found myself on is definitely not one I would have imagined at 8 – or even 18, for that matter. But, as I look across the room full of naked bodies, breathe in the smell of sweat, cum, and poppers, and hear the sounds of primal, uninhibited sex being emitted at various pitches from men and boys, I realize that this is exactly the life I was meant to live. As the orgasms start exploding like fireworks and the room begins to quiet, I catch eyes with the sexiest man in the room, who's about to drop his third load of the night into a hairless 11-year-old boy hole. We mouth "I love you" to each other, before he smirks at me, bites his tongue and loudly power fucks his seed into that hole. That's my husband, Brad – the man who helped shape my world, and he would (and does) say the same thing about me. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've cum without saying "I love you" to Brad since he came into my life. It may not always be Brad's mouth, ass, hand, or cock that directly causes me to cum, but 99% of the time, he is part of the experience. We complement each other and have been in sync almost since the day we met, which is only punctuated by the fact that I'm simultaneously shooting a load into the throat of a new 10-year-old cocksucker at the same moment Brad is impregnating our next door neighbor's son. (By the way, the only reason my load is going into this boy's stomach and not his ass is because he's already taken six cocks and his hole is a worn-out, sloppy mess, but it was his first time joining us and he begged for my load.) Usually we're the last two to pop off and be done, and tonight was no exception. We are the hosts, after all, and want to make sure our guests are having the best time possible. Though I wouldn't exactly say we were down for the count. I'm only at one load, and Brad may have shot three loads, but he's good for at least two more...and when the adult half of our guests leave, our night isn't over. For the record, in case you were wondering, his maximum is nine loads in six hours, but that was seven years ago when we were 28. (I hope I get around to telling that story!) As we approach 35, he's slowed down some, but six loads in four hours is still respectable. I don't have the recharge power Brad does (one of our few differences), so I try to prolong cumming for as long as I can and try to match his night with three loads. This evening is our monthly "Poker Night," and the kids' sleepover night. Brad and I are kinky and pervy, but only in our wildest dreams did we think we could actually manage to make this happen. It took years of building trust and dropping hints (and spiking drinks with pills, and seductions, and lies)...but here we are. When we bought our house together five years ago in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles, we tried to make ourselves a presence in the neighborhood. We specifically bought a house with a pool to have barbecues and such. We volunteered for charities. We always showed up for organized events, parties, etc. (Most of the time, we still managed to find time to be naughty while attending. More about that later, too.) We also started fostering dogs, because who doesn't want to save puppies from the pound? Then we took it to the next level. We started fostering kids, which was always part of the plan. Two well-put-together gay men with stable (as far as it can be in entertainment) incomes, in a good neighborhood, in Los Angeles, willing to give back to troubled youths...our application was accepted readily. We always presented ourselves as wanting to be a temporary home, but if something happens, it happens. We didn't really want to pay for a kid's college education, but if we could fill some willing pre-teen boy hole for years while he was waiting to be placed, that seems like a perk from all angles. Essentially, we wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know we were better than they were, while acting completely humble about it. We wanted to exert our dominance. We wanted to be the Power Couple. And we succeeded. We were both successful. I'm a former actor turned television writer with two shows on the air. Brad worked for years behind the scenes and finally came to be a coordinating producer. We bought nice cars because we could. Our house had beautiful furniture but we didn't do show pieces. Nothing in our house was there that wasn't used. We were also envied because we were the people Crate and Barrel catered to who would redo rooms based on new trends or seasons. We had high end liquor and a fully stocked wine cellar. Everyone wanted to be our friends, and we tried to be nice to everyone, but we were very selective about who got close. It basically came down to how attractive the man is (of course we socialized with couples, and Brad and I can put up with a lot of female shit if it means we're going to be spit-roasting her husband two nights a week), how fuckable the kids were, and what the perv potential was. This was a wheedling down process that worked out very well, as evidenced by the turnout this evening. All in all, there are eight adults (including me and Brad) and ten boys. Everyone was in attendance tonight, but it doesn't always work out that way. Besides, there is plenty of fucking in small groups that this Poker Night is just to keep up appearances for the wives. (Thankfully, we made it clear to the ladies that we are gays that prefer the company of men, even non-sexually, so our participation in book clubs, wine and cheese parties, and shopping trips were limited.) Even though, morally, we were terrible influences on the men, we were excellent influences on them. They seemed to blossom, in a way. Their wives would confess that they've been in better moods, they were motivated, and they never looked better. That was a selfish thing Brad and I insisted on. All of our fuck buddies had a good base and some were in better shape than others...but Brad and I were incentive for them to up their games. I haven't really sugar coated anything yet, so why should I start now? Brad and I are sexy. My husband is a head turner for all ages, sexes, and orientations. 5'11", dirty blonde slightly curly hair, blue eyes, boyish good looks...his face hasn't changed in the ten years I've known him, except to get more handsome. I'm clearly in love with this man. Where Brad is light, I'm dark – straight hair, eyes, skin tone, and I'm 5'10". I have the face of a choir boy, but I think I have more of an impish smile, so you can tell when I'm up to something. Even though Brad is more wicked and pervy than I am, his face hides it better than mine. We were both fat kids, and still occasionally eat like it, but we work out hard to keep our bodies trim. This wasn't something we developed on our own. We wanted to bring our best selves to this relationship, so we invested in a trainer. We found a hot gay dude and told us to mold him into the kind of guys he wanted to fuck. So we got a great regimen down, and that trainer was so proud of his and our work that he would regularly fuck the shit out of us. Name a piece of gym equipment and we've fucked on it. We run, swim, cycle, lift, and fuck. We're not bulked up gym rats, but our bodies are toned, and we have great asses. We both wear clothes well, but you would love to watch us take them off. We were also both blessed with just the right amount of body hair – not enough to say we're hairy, but enough to remind people we're dudes. We do the obligatory pube, balls, ass, and pit trimming. (Brad trims more than I do because he loves when my crack is furry and my pits are hairy, and I like a smooth place to work.) We can't help it if the curious boys are drawn to us. They would start showing us more attention and want to climb on us in the pool, or wrestle around...and their fathers started getting jealous. Then the dads would start hanging around us more so the boys would pay attention to them by proximity. The older dudes realized it was a primal, animal attraction the boys were showing to the more physically pleasing body type. It seemed to make sense for us to start a dudes' workout club, and everyone was happier. Brad and I invested in a home gym with suitable maintenance equipment and splurged on a sauna, and this became our home base. The guys would start matching us in our home workouts, and we'd all go running, hiking, and biking together and also go to 24 Hour Fitness. Once they started taking better care of themselves and morphing their bodies, they noticed a shift in the boys focus. Brad and I still won (and continue to win), but the playing ground was evened out slightly. Now, the boys had more than just Brad and I to look up to, physically, and soon we had the boys interested in working out their bodies too. It really was a win-win for everyone. Again, name of piece of gym equipment and these pre-teen boys and adult men have fucked on it. Besides maintaining our bodies, we were both fortunate enough to have near-perfect boyfriend-sized, 6.5" cocks. Brad's is straight with a shaft that gets thicker as it gets closer to his body. It's an amazing flesh bullet. Mine has a curve that hits all the right places in every position. I've helped more than a few (experienced and virgin) bottoms discover their G-spots and start cumming sooner rather than later. Let me tell you, when it comes to fucking nervous, experimenting straight boys and underage kids, bigger isn't always better. They're much more willing to try out an average sized dick in both holes than a big flopping monster dick. At least, that is our experiences. (That being said, once they're broken in and loving it, invite a monster dicked friend – especially black - to join and watch that formerly tight hole get destroyed. That's fucking fun. At least, that is our experiences.) All of us working out, sharing the experiences, showering, changing, showing off together only helped in the seduction. So much testosterone and pheromones...you know how that goes. And if you don't, you should. There was plenty of playing around when we'd actually go to the gym (grab ass and cock slapping by the lockers, more intimate touching in the showers, full on penetration in the steam room and sauna), not to mention the debauchery and extra cardio happening in our home gym (if you've never been one of two dicks double penetrating a 14-year-old on a yoga mat, while the boy's father stands over you with your fingers in his cum dripping ass and his daddy cock in his son's mouth, I suggest you try it sometime). Let me make something clear for you – Brad and I (and the dudes we enlightened) are not pedophiles nor rapists. Those are terms I reserve for people who prey on the innocent and enjoy taking that innocence away. We have never forced a boy to do anything he didn't want to. Boys start showing the sexual side at a young age and need an outlet for their curiosity. Brad and I (and our new friends) are just vessels on which to explore. There is always consent and, on some level, love. That being said, there have been times when we've gotten super rough with boys and maybe drugged them to maximize their bottoming potential. But they have always wanted it initially. Not that I have to defend myself to you. If you weren't open minded about such things, you wouldn't be reading my story and jerking your dripping cock. But, hopefully, you'll come to discover this is more than just a story – this is a lifestyle. "Brad, I'm hungry," our current 13-year-old foster boy Dave says to my husband. Brad grabs his head and pushes it into the boy's ass that he just dropped the load into. Dave giggles. "No, I'm really hungry." "Okay, boy. Snack on that for now, and we'll order pizza." Davey starts eating the mixture of adult cum from the 11-year-old's hole, as everyone starts putting themselves together a bit. I look down and see that Roy, my suck boy, has passed out with my cock in his mouth. I pick him up and hold him close. (I can be tender to these little fuck toys every once in a while.) I turn toward his dad, who has his other son cleaning cum off his dick. "We might have broken your boy," I said. "Do you still want him to spend the night, or do you want to take him home?" "I can't deprive him a birthday weekend with his best friends," Mitch said. "His mother and I aren't expecting him home until Sunday with enough time to do his homework. What happens between now and then is up to you and Brad. Just don't actually break him." "I'm a big boy now, daddy," a sleepy Roy says from my arms. "Yes, you are, champ." He kisses his son's sweaty head. "You be a good boy this weekend." "Okay, daddy." I turn to Bryan, the other son, who's 14 and the previously mentioned kid getting double fucked on a yoga mat, and hand him Roy. "Take this little slut. Donny," I call to get the boy's attention, "you and Bryan go get everyone cleaned up, and we'll get some movies ready and order food." Brad is already ordering food through an app. The boys leave the room and the men start gathering their clothes. Brad and I do not get dressed. One by one, they drop $20 or more on the table to help pay for the boys' weekend. It's not necessary since Brad and I can more than cover it, but these men are trained – so trained in fact, that as a further thank you, they each drop down to their knees and take time to clean off Brad and my growing cocks again while they're putting on their shirts. Brad hasn't even looked up from his phone as one, two, then three adults suck boy ass and alpha cum off his cock. My cock is now massaging Mitch's tonsils. "You can all pick the boys up by 11 on Sunday morning, and I'll email you the access code for the cameras." Oh, did I mention Brad and I have the house wired to record all of our activities? The food is ordered. The men leave...well, five of them do. Mitch got a little carried away while throating my dick and ended up getting spit roasted by Brad and I for 20 minutes before he, too, left, with Brad's load in his married ass. I go to check on the boys. They may have cleaned up 20 minutes ago, but now 10-year-old Roy is passed out, ass up on the floor of Donny's room, with his older brother Bryan pounding his swollen, open pussy, and fresh cum dripping down his back. The other eight are standing around, semi-erect dripping cocks in hands from having already taken a turn or hard dripping cocks waiting to go next. In fairness, all 10 boys just bottomed for three hours, so some have some pent up, topping energy they need to expel. I close the door and go make out with my husband while we wait for the food. Life is good.