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Trev's Ultimate Humiliation: The sons experience their first anal.
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Our boys were fully engaged with each other. I could see their lust and feel the burn of arousal coming from their bodies."
I considered having my boys tied, even blindfolded, while Mike and John entered them where no one had been before. The idea had an appeal. Robbie and Shane would wonder who had been their first.
"I have an idea." I said speaking loud enough to interrupt a boiling make-out session.
Chapter - 4
The four, our sons and their best friends, deep into a passion they had never experienced, neared their climaxes. I separated them, not without effort. Red-faced and panting, all were leaking precum from their throbbing teen cocks. Their torsos had reddened. Their necks were slick with saliva. The beginnings of a hickey formed on Robby's neck, put there by either Mike or Johnny.
"Why'd you stop us?" Shane whined; his hand fisted around his cock. I was so close."
I looked at my husband, Cole. He nodded. "We want you to experience a greater pleasure."
"What do we have to do?" Shane asked in a quivering voice.
"Trust us. Trust each other. You will remember this day long into your futures."
I refrained from giving too many details so as not to get them worrying. I told my sons they would be blindfolded and laid on the bed. They would be tied next to each other so each could feel each other's responses. That closeness will help increase your passion.
Robbie tuned to Shane, who shrugged.
"What about Mike and Johnny?"
"They are part of the plan, Shane. No details, trust."
In a small voice, Shane whimpered, "Okay."
"On the bed, on your backs." Looking scared, they assumed the position. "Closer. Tight against one another." I handed Mike and John blindfolds, the kind which admitted no light.
John and Mike gently secured these to the boys. They backed away. "No, kiss them. Mike, you kiss Robbie. John, kiss Shane. Not too deeply. Just a peck."
They did so. Cole moved closer, holding the soft ropes. "Trust." He said as he tied our sons. Finished, he had secured their arms over their heads. Their legs tied close to their arms, exposing their pink holes. Their legs were arranged so that each boy had his leg over his brother's. I admired their lithe bodies, so ready and needy. Mike and John stood, panting, as they stroked themselves, looking at the passion taking place in front of them on the bed as the brothers kissed each other with a lust fueled by teen hormones.
"What you will do," I explained to the two who soon would become our son's firsts, "You will make no sound. You may love Robbie and Shane in every way you desire." I handed each a bottle of silicone lube. They stared at the bottle, awareness dawning.
Mike whispered. "Can I love Robbie?" I nodded. "All the way. I want you to be his first. John, you will be Shane's first. Only let neither know which of you penetrates him. After, you will see the beauty of this plan."
I stood back, my arm around my husband's shoulders, watching Robbie and Shane kissing with unbridled lust. I nodded to Mike and John to begin. Both of their cocks were hard and throbbing as they moved to the bed. Each tenderly parted our son's lips, placing their own on the now swollen, red flesh. Intense moans came from all four. Hands rubbed everywhere, nipples, groins, legs, and that special place behind their balls, which lay exposed and ready. The kisses never broke as their soon to be lover's fingers entered our boy's never entered holes.
Our sons squealed as their mouths mashed on any available mouth. Their bodies fused tighter as the sensations flooding them took control. Mike and John had turned Shane and Robbie into mewling, needy bottoms. Each had two fingers inside their anal cavities. Their hands rotated, pushing deep inside, taking our sons deeper into lust.
Johnny and Mike needed no coaching. They opened the lube, pouring some into their hands, allowing for a smoother access.
Shane and Robby's pleas for more and thrusting hips revealed they had reached the point of readiness. The probing fingers left the soon to be entered love chutes. Both boys moaned, "NO!
Mike and John positioned their tips at those virgin entrances. They gave their cocks a generous amount of lube. Gently they pushed, their tips against quivering holes until breaching the anal rings. All four gasped as differing sensations flooded their brains and bodies when they realized the gravity of what they were about to complete.
After a pause, those hard teen cocks penetrated deeper. Shane and Robbie intensified their kisses with each other, their moans now incessant. Deeper, those beautiful cocks slid until our boys became completely impaled. Our son's virginity had been claimed by their best friend's cocks.
Cole undid all the ropes. He removed the blindfolds. The boys, seeing who they had as their first lover, increased each's passion as they wrapped arms and legs around the boy now deep inside. They needed no coaching. The moans of their arousal and their arms and legs clawing to seek a tighter bonding left no doubt how deeply each wanted to give himself to the boy inside him.
John and Mike plastered kisses on the boy each held. Their pumping increased in speed with each deeper thrust. They were close. Stiffening almost together, with John hollering, "Oh shit," and Mike moaning, "Fuck." their desperately intense releases flowed deep into Robbie and Shane. Both boys shed tears as the four lay wrapped in a tangle of limbs.
At last, shouting as they stiffened, Robbie and Shane unloaded pumps of cum on their lovers.
Four spent boys lay together, cuddling, kissing, and professing their love. Not for just the boy who had taken him, but for each. They were four lovers who were together as one. Robbie gently cried against Johnny's chest. Shane, who also shed tears, stroked Mike's hair.
Cole and I turned out the lights. Before we closed the door, we kissed deeply, each remembering our firsts, so long ago. Ours was more sport while others watched. Many of those experiences were humiliating. The opposite happened to these boys. They made love together. I felt convinced they were in love with each other, all four.
From the bed, we heard Shane. Tomorrow we switch. Robby and I want you to experience us the same way you loved us.
"Trev. I think they have the start of a beautiful relationship."
I nodded, kissing my husband once again, closing the door.
Sorry for the time gap. I did other stuff. This story may continue. Which direction should I take it? I need ideas, guys.
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