Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2017 17:50:06 +0000
From: Matt <im87793@hotmail.co.uk>
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.

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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...