Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 11:27:31 -0700
From: Matt And Brad <powercoupleofhancockpark@gmail.com>
Subject: Power Couple, chapter 2

The Power Couple – Chapter 2

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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.