Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 09:50:31 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 12

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materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Mikey, Stepdad and Unca
Jimmy. Chapter 12

Jamie was in a flash at the crawl, and at Tay's side. Taylor said, "Stick
outcher tongue, and pant like the l'il mutt you fuckin' are...lemme see....QUICK!"
 Jamie did as ordered, and Taylor patted his head, and said, "The bathroom is
to the left, first door on the left. Let's have your little doggie ass in
there right smartly."
 Jamie quick-crawled down the hall, and Taylor was giggling watching that
little toyboy ass waggle and waddle, and those upturned dragging-behind feet and
toes....as he  turned into the bathroom.
 Man, this was one of those walk-around baths. Room for a fuckin' pony.
Sprawling countertop with sunken sink large enough to bathe a medium sized
boy....hmmmmm.

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 12

 "Getcher ass on the counter dingledip, and slip your butt into the sink."
 This might have been the first time Jamie felt more anger than self-pity or
sex crazed, since the whole nightmare started Friday night.
 Taylor didn't care, and just turned on the tap and initial coolness stung
Jamie's skin, and soon it was warming and Tay pulled the drain plug in place to
fill it. While he waited, he ran his fingers over the stubble left from the
scissoring....all around Jame's pubes, gripping and smoothing over his cock, and
then down around the balls and into his crack.
Tay reached for the bar soap and rubbed over all of the same trail he just
ran, after running it under the warming water.
 Reaching between the kid's legs, he rinsed his crotch and then pulled the
shaving creme from the cabinet, and shot wads in the boy's pubes and on his
nuts. After smoothing, and as he reached for the razor, Jamie whined a tiny little
screamy sound...."Sirrrr....ther-uh, water....sooooo hot...pleeeease??"
 Taylor smiled and turned the tap off, and blew over the kid's
cock...."There...that'll cool you down...you fuckin' fags are always overheating."
 The level of the water in the large basin was halfway up Jame's boiling butt
cheeks, and Tay heated the razor and went to work as the steam wafted up
around, and between the kid's thighs. Kids Jame's age never have thick growth, but
there was enough that he needed the razor....which Taylor deftly wielded.
Very confident, he guided the blade across the freshly bared pubes. He had Jame
hold his cock up and pull his nutsack taught when needed. He worked so
carefully around the cock root....and very smoothly as the blade glided over that soft
boy sack.
Now to the joy slot...."Hold your cheeks open pussy...time to clean yer
toolbox."
 Ahhh. He worked the razor in head first, then bent it forward to smoothe him
out some playground. With a finger slowly up and back in Jamie's crack, and
slightly into his hole, Taylor would find an occasional hair, which he tended
to without taking the razor out, but just gliding it on its head to the spot.
That wicked finger also put the starch to one Jamiedick in the process.
 "Heyyyyyy...lookee here. We got us a fag on the rail don't we cocksuck?"
 Jamie shuddered, but didn't answer.
 "DON'T WE FAGGOT!"
 "YES....SIR!!!" Jame yelled back.
 "That's better queenie...let's us not have any more misunnerstandings. I
ask...you answer."
 "Yessir."
"Boy, you gonna be right edible and kissable for yer buddy fags fum here on.
I'm expecting you to keep it just this way, dude. I'll be checking, too, when
yur chasing all 'em dicks around the bathroom like you do,"  Taylor was saying
now, as he rinsed his little boycunt and then dropped a large towel to the
floor, and said, "OK, fagboy...lets get yo' ass outta there, drain the sink, dry
up, and then wipe up the counter, sink and floor fum the mess you made. Jame
was quick out of the water...to his feet and wiping and draining and cleaning
like a good little beaver queer.
 When the boy was done, he hung the towel off the tub wall, and while on all
fours, craned his neck to look at Taylor, who waved him out to the hall and
back to his room.
 He gave Jamie a large towel to lay on the bed, then motioned the boy to the
bed, and had him lay on his back, knees up, feet flat.
 He had brought a bottle with him from the bathroom, and opened it as he
crept between
Jamie's legs, adjusted the towel, and then without a sound, he poured, and
"Yowwwwwwwwwwwwww! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwwww! Whew! Whew! Whew! Uhuhuh!"
Jamie grabbed for everything between his legs and into his ass which were on
fire from the alcohol. As the shock and sting ebbed, Jamie opened his tearing
eyes, and looked though his legs to see Taylor in full lecher smile, just
before smacked the kid's hands from his crotch and smoothed all over his cock and
balls, and then through his crack. "How's all that no hairs feel boy?
 "Good sir," Jamie squealed, sniffling.
 "Is this for me honeypot?" Taylor asked as his finger slid through Jamie's
anal ring, eliciting a strain to Jame's voice and he weakly answered, "Yes,
sir."
 "What would you like to please me with now, cuntboy?"
 Jamie, mind frazzled...in a frenzy...."Uhhhhm....suck you....sir?"
 "You answering a question I asked you....with another question?" Taylor
barked.
 "Suck you sir!"
 "That's better....wel-l-l-l....we can't do this with you down there and me
up here now and all dressed....now can we?"
 "No, SIR!" and Jamie jumped up to his knees and unbuttoned Tay's pants,
pulled the zip, spread the fly and pushed pants and boxers as far down as he
could...then on his elbows and knees, he craned up to Taylor's semi-hard.....a
mouthful to be sure, at 7 inches and 6 around.
 His mouth came up from under the hanging cockhead, and he sucked it in, with
Taylor buckling at first feel of that rasper under his helmet. "Whphooo!"
Taylor gasped, fell forward to lean his hands to Jamie's shoulders. Getting back
into control, Tay pushed himself back up and pulled Jame with him till the boy
was up off his elbows, and onto his hands. Taylor's mitts wrapped around
Jamie's head, and he ram fucked the boy's face over his veiny, fat, angry prong.
Then he stopped, pulled out till his prick was bobbing on Jame's lip,
up....and....down....and up. Their eyes met, and Taylor said, "Slip your tongue out
cuntboy, and open real wide so I can see down yur cocksocket....ooooonnghhh,
ohyeh, ummmm," he moaned, as glop after glop of boy spooge droozed over Jame's
tongue, puddling at first, then sliding down to the back of his mouth....
 Jamie was craning his neck as far up as he could, dry-swallowing, and as
Taylor looked down, calming from his creaming, he said, "The look in your eyes is
just gold faggot...just gold...keep looking up....yeah....blink for me cutie.
Oh yeh, ohyeah. Beautiful. While you enjoying my cock, boy, let's you be
thinking how else you wanna please me today. Like what do you do now, to make your
man happy, pussyface?"
 Tay slid his hand down the front of Jamie's face, closing his eyes as he
went, like they do dead dudes, then as his hand wrapped 'round his cock still
oozing on the boy's tongue, his fingers reached under Jame's chin and pulled it
up to close the kid's lips as he said, lick me off, dude. Once again, Jame
opened his eyes, and soulfully rolled them back up to gaze at Taylor. Taylor, yo
ung as he was, somehow 'got' what those eyes were saying, and....doing to him.
Woooowee! Taylor was thinking it, but didn't know it....he was gonna have his
girlfriend blow him...just....like....this.
 Then, and suddenly, he pulled from that cuntmouth, pulled the boy up by his
elbows, whipped him around on his knees, and "Phhhooomph," the kid had the
wind knocked out of him as his was thrown to his belly. He bounced, and his feet
came up and then lay flat on their tops. Taylor got some lotion goo from his
dresser and was back on the bed working the stuff between Jamie's cheeks....
 "Um-uhm-ummm," cooed Jamie, and then, "acchhhh-uhuhuh, ohhhhh," as Taylor's
thumb pressed into him, and down, and then around with the rest of the fingers
fantailing all around making a sort of asshole wave, before the forefinger
also sunk inside.
 "Ohhhhhhhhhh," the boy, face into Tay's pillow, moaned, and then a third
finger. It was many long moments that Taylor finger-burred inside his new pussy,
and then, "UHHNNGH!" as Taylor pulled Jamie up off the bed by his hole, then
down....then up and down....and Jame's grunts came so fast and steady that he
sounded like a train engine. Then, "Ooooph!" and the kid was flopped on his
belly, Tay's fingers out, a steady stream of tears trailing from the corners of
Jamie's eyes.
 The inevitable, "Ooooohhhh, unnnnnngghhhhhhh," and Jame felt Taylor's body
heat press hard to his butt, back and shoulders, and mostly, the fire from
Taylor's cunt seeking missile.
 Taylor lay heavily, and completely, on the smaller dude, and then his hot
breath behind Jamie's ear, gave the kid chicken skin....as he shivered.
 "You love that man cock up your boyhole, don'tchu, fucker....DON'TCHU!"
 "Hngh, hngh, hngh, heh-yessssirrrr," Jamie cry-moaned.
 Tay's big hard never softened from the mouth blow, and he was so fired, he
pummeled like a steed fresh from the stable. A wild pounding fuck ensued and
before either boy's mind could put together this whole scene, if that was
possible, Tay was screaming for joy, and shooting rockets up toyboy snapper.
 Taylor growled into Jamie's ear, "You good, boy....goooooood fuckkkkkin',
man!
 "You got more to give your stud, boy? You got more??"
 From his tear sopped pillow, Jamie turned up his face and whined, "Ohhh,
yes, yessir. I fuck.....fuckin' more...yehhh....uhhhh....morrrrrrre tuh.....fuck."
 "Good boy, I knew it. You gonna be my best fuck, aren'tchu?" he growled
through gritting teeth before he laid to the boy's head, and chewed on his right
ear....tongued deep...then sucked his whole boy ear into his mouth. The boy
cocked his head up to the ear sucking mouth. Taylor, grunted again, "You love to
fuck, fagboy...you love to fuck...."
 "Mmmm-um-m-mmmm," is all that came from Jame, as Taylor rutted once more and
then just as suddenly, pulled the boy up with him, still poled, on their
knees. Gently, he twisted the kid's upper body and pressed his neck and shoulders
back down, face up, then took the right leg up and over and rammed forward
with the boy's legs splayed, cock sunk deep into boybud.
 He pulled the boy's feet behind his back tightly, and said, "Pull me into
you fuckboy, keep 'em feet tight....'at's it...gooooood boy."
 The choreography took off now....Tay stood, and reamed his boytool standing
on the shaky mattress with Jamie up on his head and neck, Tay's prong bent
back, straining to stay holed up. Then down, faggot in his lap, bounce fuckin'
himself, and panting into Tay's face. After a short round, of scissor fucking,
fitted together like spoons, Taylor finished his pump-a-fuck, with Jamie back
on his belly, and Taylor chewing the back of his neck....growling,
"Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" from deep in his throat.
 When both had calmed...and started to cool laying together in their mutual
slip-slidy sweat-soaked skins....Taylor lurched up and out of boypussy, with a
small, 'Thhweeookk!'
As he headed for the shower, the young, dark-haired, crewcut toy was spread
eagled on the bed....and Tay came back to bedside and wailed Jamie's ass,
bringing up a white hand print....and yelled, "Enough fun fur you
queerhole....getcher fuckin' ass outta here, and start bringing cash to school to pay for all
these good times, we givin' yuh."
 Jame was shaken from the quick dumpover, and ass smack....and shook his head
to clear some space to think..."Quick!" he thought to himself...."find
clothes and get out. Fast! "Omygodddd! They're all in the car!" he screamed out loud.
 He ran for the hall and the outside back door. Slipping out in his
naked....he peered all around, and there was just quiet. Slinking quickly down the
stairs, he bolted to the car and dove in back, where fuckin' Taylor had thrown all
his stuff back at the school lot.
 Man. Cargoes, shirt, sneaks...socks in his pockets, grabbing his pack, he
shot out of the car, breaking into a run, and then, afterburners, and he was
flyin'...probably his fastest ever mile....he got a sickening thought as he felt
the Taylor's cum drizzing out his hole.
He turned a corner and slowed to a jog, and there was this house to the
left...with blue shutters....a bike lying with empty newspaper sack hanging to the
ground, a young dude, walking toward the door.....turning.....recognizing
Jamie, smiling, broader now....."Hey, you! Blowdude!"
 The kid's hand was on his fly, rubbin,' "Comere."
 Jamie's head hung....and he stopped, and if an expression could whine,
Jame's face was whining: "Pleeeease, no."
 Paperboy Davy was whipping at his cock from outside his shorts, legs
spread...waitin'....
pushin' it up and down against his lower belly and pubes, and his heart was
beatin' a drum in his chest....and his ears, as Jamie started up the walk...a
most forlorn looking, fucked up dude.
 " 'At guy said, 'Anywhere...anytime'...I makes that out tuh be right now."
 As Jame reached the kid, both standing, they both realized, Jamie was quite
a bit taller,
making the boy excited that he had a big kid to order around, and into his
pants, no less!
This also made everything that much more embarrassing for Jamie, former teen
snotass himself.
 Dave sat to the top step in front of his house, and looking up, squinting
against the low and fading sun, said, "Take me out, man. You know the deal."
 Jamie's heart jumped in his mouth..."Fuckin' here? You buttwipe! We're out
in the open, here!"
 "BLOWJOB! NOW!" The kid screamed in a warbling, adolescent voice changing
wail.
 If for nothin' else, but to shut him up, and reduce the chance for neighbors
and all to hear...or worse look out and see, he lurched out and bent down to
open Dave's pants. He fished the boy's already hard prick out, and looked to
Davey's face, hoping maybe he'd relent, and just laugh it off....the kid humped
up 2-3 times there, in Jame's hand....
 No way out for young Jame....he bent over the boy's swelled pud, and sucked
it in. He unconsciously thought if he stayed up, rather than on his knees, it
would be less obvious to neighbor eyes, that he was eating dick. It's unlikely
Jame recognized the taste and smells of his own spit there from the prior
suckoff that afternoon....but there was the unmistakable aroma and taste of boy
jelly....and there was a strong cum'roma wafting out of the kid's superheated
shorts, too.
 Almost as soon as Jamie took the paperboy back in his mouth, the kid
restarted pumping his prick up into his mouth, pushing up on his hands against the
step, and arching up with his feet to ground. Man! His whole body was undulating
under Jamie's cocksucking face.
 And it sure wasn't long....that kid sure had a big supply of jammy spoo.
"Eat my jizz you cocksucker! Swaller it all! Uhhhnggh! Uh, huhhm-uh, ohyeh,
fuckyeh, oh man. huhhhh!"
The arching, boy dick humper slowed....and sat....then pushed from the top of
Jame's black crewcut head, and got him off his super-sensitive peter. "Oh
man. Gonna need yuh on this reg'lar, guy. Go get my pencil and c'lection pad fum
my bike pouch."
 Jame backed away, and rummaged through the kid's newspaper bag, and brought
back the pencil and pad. "Write yur, name, phone number....oh, and e-mail, so
I can getcha here when I need yuh to blow me."
 Jame did as asked, and handed it to Davey.
 Looking at it, he said, "Well, JAMIE, we gonna be doin' some lotta funs fum
here on, eh?"
 Jamie slowly nodded, as he stared blankly into the kid's face.
 Davey'd been playing with his peter the whole time, and almost got Jamie
back on him, but then just holstered up, zipped, stood and waved the back of his
hand at Jamie saying, "See yuh," while shaking the pad at Jame for a reminder
of cums to come.
 Shook up sorta, Jamie, for the first time realized he was a cock mouth....to
fill, and be shunted off like so much trash.....oh mannnnnn....not good. Not
good at all. His face fell as he watched Davey's front door close, and he
turned back to the street to go home...
his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, a sullen boy, of shame, trudged on
home alone in the twilight....the taste of fresh boy sperm on his
lips....absently being licked by an equally spermy tongue.

 Mikey's place, early Saturday afternoon....
Mike was 'hoopin'' in the driveway, when a car lumbered in behind him. Mike
smiled at first assuming he'd know who it was, then he realized he didn't...and
the visitors...were black kids.
As Mike started for the car to see who...."'Sup, Mikey." It was Connor....the
JV center on Oden's basketball team. Shit man...Mikey's pussyhole
twitched....and his dick sprung hard. Man oh man...did he ever ride Connor's boypole last
weekend at Jamie's.
 "He-y-y-y...Connor...how'dja find me here?"
 "Hope yuh don't mind...I asked Jame fer yur address, and we dug up a map and
took a ride. 'Dis'ere's ma bro, Baylor...he's a senior at Oden, and when I
tol' him 'bout us, last week, he's been pestering to me to get in on the
funnin'."
 Both boys out of the car and walking to the front end, they all slapped and
gripped, and
Baylor snatched the ball from under Mike's arm and shot from about the 3
point distance....'Swish'...nothin' but net, eh. Soon they were all in it, with
Mike and Connor teamed against the bigger Baylor, who was a super player.
But....he was no match for both his talented brother and Mikey the Squirrel. They
took a laugh break when Mike dribbled the ball through Baylor's legs and scored
behind his back.
 Setting down right there in the drive, Connor palmed Mike's knee, and asked,
"What about it, Mikey...wanna give my bro here a good time...an' me, too?"
 Mike gave him a big smile back and the trained eye would have caught Mike's
shorts at the half-tent. Then he said, "Shurr...let's take a ride 'n' see if
we cin find a quiet place."   The two brothers took an arm each and hauled Mike
up and over to the car...into which Mikey scrambled. As the old car spat
fumes, and rolled slowly back to the street, Mike's basketball rolled the rest of
the way down the drive and off on to the lawn in back.
 Baylor took Mike's left hand to his fly....and rubbed it in. Connor with his
hand on Mike's neck, guided him down over his own fly. He pushed Mike's face
back and forth over his cloth covered boy meat. Mike was familiar with the
feel of Connor's dick as it hardened against his nose and lips. Connor's left
hand was down Mikey's back and into his waistband.
 Face all sweaty already, and hair mussed, he bolted up to try and guide
Baylor to a likely spot...ahhh, he thought of the outskirts of the park where
there was a wooded area that most folks avoided for the brush overgrowth. Soon
they were there, parked, with Mike on Baylor's shoulders, pointing the way into
the thicket. They trudged on till they found a spot they could spread out the
blanket Connor brought from the car.
 As Connor laid it out in a good spot, Baylor bent forward and Mikey slid
down and walked off his neck.
"Gotta tell yuh, boy, you gotta be the best lookin' b-ball playmaker white
boy I seen in a long time," Baylor complimented Mike, who was blushing, and
nodded, "Thanks."
 "I awso see why dey call yuh 'squirrel'," he said, and they all laughed at
that.
 When Mike turned to Connor, the big kid was on his back completely naked,
prong on hard and standing straight up menacingly in his fist, and he said,
"Slick up your love rod, suckboy."
 Mikey dropped to his knees and on all fours, took the biggest boycock he'd
ever had, inside his face. Baylor stood alongside and just took it all
in...finally snapping out of his trance, and went behind Mike and started to undress
their white meat turkey centerpiece.
 In short order, Mike was naked, and Baylor, also bareass, was on his back
eating him some pinky boypussy, his eyes smothered in ball sack.
 Connor was 'gettin' there' too fast, and pulled his cocksuck off him, and
Mikey literally pulled his pucker off Bale's tongue, and sat back on his big
chest. Connor looked down at his big brother and then at Mikey, and said, "Tell
my bro how many broncos you rode with Connor last week, pussyfuck."
 Mikey looked down at the reclining Baylor and said, "Eleven, sir."
 "You wasn't jus'a kiddin', was yuh, bro?" he said, as they handslapped from
behind Bale's head. "Well, let's us see whut kinda circus we gonna have us
tuhday."
 "Ride, fuckboy....RIDE!" wailed Connor, as he gripped his prong, snapping it
back and forth. "Let's ketch you a seat boy."
 Mannnn...with Baylor spitslop up his toolbox, and Connor swabbing a huge gob
on his ram, Mike scooted forward then up above the cock that he'd known more
than any other in his short time as a young fuckboy. With Connor's cupped
palms assisting, Mike rode the rail down to the boy's prickly pubes, and rested
there tearing from the straining, pulling, tight-skin-tearing pain of his
impaling. The saving grace was how Connor rubbed against Mike's hotspot like only
his stepdad did. The joy from that 'pleasure tingle' inside his hole made it all
soooooo much better.
 Soon enough, Connor was bounce-humping his fuck buddy till Mikey joined and
helped to  boff himself silly on Connor. Baylor came 'round front to see this,
and shook his head with a big ol' smile seeing both his brother and the toy
fucktool bounding around the blanket with their tongues playing over their
lips, and now breathing heavier....and faster....and as Bale reached down to grab
Mikey's bobbing prong, the kid shot right in his face. Mike gasped his
ecstasy, and Connor laughed and choked, but didn't miss a stroke. As Baylor wiped
Mikey's jam off, he ate some and fed Mikey off his fingers....he also stuck a
finger into Connor's mouth as the rockets went off up Mikey's humper. Connor was
squealing in absolute fuck joy, and Mikey screamed, "Fuck me daddy, fuck
meeeeee!!!"
 "Oh yeah, ohman, oh fuck, soooo gooo-ooood!" Connor joyed.
 Bale was applauding the show play, and then with one hand he pulled Mikey up
by his left arm, and the boy 'Smoockk'ed off Connor's cock. Mikey's arms then
wrapped around Baylor's neck, while Bale guided the boy's box down over a
rock hard jammer that while not all that much bigger than Connor's, WAS bigger!
 As Mikey was widened out yet further, he cried into Baylor's neck, as
Baylor's knees buckled him to the ground. Baylor could feel Mikey's tears streaming
down his shoulder into his pit. "Gonna fuck you, boy. Huh. HUH!" and bounced
him once hard, driving an electric charge right to the kid's toes, which
stiffed out and splayed in reaction, his head snapping back, now hanging backward
away from his impaler.
 "Mmmmm, ohhhhhyessirrrr, ohhhhh, unghhh," Mikey whined through his eye rain.
 The Connor spoo goo drizzed around Bale's cock and the straining walls of
boy pucker, just as Baylor started slide the kid up, then down, then up, and
"Fuck-a-boy-toy....two buds-up-a-boy," Bale rhyme spoofed, as he walked around
the thicket.
 Connor was up on his knees and toes, as Baylor returned to the blanket,
unclasping the little pink fuckboy's hands and lowering his upper body into
Connor's outstretched hands.
 The boy's head slid to Connor's crotch on his thighs, and the big dude's
dong slipped right into Mikey's facehole. In almost a continuing boyroll, Mike's
legs were pulled over onto Connor's shoulders, with Baylor still deep in
Mikey, he redoubled boypoling, Connor looked up to Bale, and said, "Watch'iss
bro"....and he leaned forward and drove his monster prick through throat hole and
Mikey was "Watertight!!!!" yelled Connor.
 Baylor felt the whole boy stiffen, as he tensed, and gawked from his gagged
throat, his feet kicking behind Connor's head.
 Baylor started yukkin' then the throes of his cum took him over and all
three boys were rammin', bammin' and jamming like they were trying get those two
cockheads to touch inside Mikey's belly. Mikey's body was stretching and
contracting like a kiddie accordion, and Connor gave a whiney, puffing musical
rendition of "Fuck you, baaab-huheeeee, huhuh, fuck, ohfuck, I'm oh,
fuckin....meeeee....a face!"
 From the other end, "Accccccchhhhhhnghhh!" Baylor was all but speechless as
he let go with...probably the finest cum shoot he ever had. Even with being
gooed and slopped by Connor before him, Baylor still felt like his beautiful
prong was up inside an ever- tightening velvet vice.
 Totally out of breath, and leaning forward, he gasped to Connor, "You gave
me my biggest ever time, young bro....my biggest evah!!!"
 Connor tried to smile as he steadily lost control and whined with his second
cock drainer right through Mikey's throat. Baylor laid forward and laid his
hand, rubbing it over Mike's neck as the boy continually swallowed over
Connor's over sized pumper. Baylor made believe he was massaging his brother's dick
through Mikey's neck.
 Finally calmed, cocks oozing out of Mikey, the brothers pulled the boy out
flat on his back, limbs all stretched out to the sides. Then they laid to the
boy's bare pubes, and started licking all around the boy's pud. From balls to
cockhead, they joyed their young pinky boy.  Connor wrapped two big fingers
around the kid's cock, and Baylor sucked the cockknob in, and they finger jacked
and blowed the kid till he was yelling like mad, and begging, "Cummmeee, cum
me, pleeeeeease, cum me, ohhhgodddddddd, I neeed tuh, uh, ohhh,
cummmmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" bouncing all around under the brothers' sweaty, smiling faces, which
were alternately diving to lip them some pinky boy pearl jam.
 Then they put four big hands to Mikey's entire body....fingers into
mouth....up pooper....in and out and all around, and the boy wrigglin' and writhin'
and loving the lovin' till they finally sat, crotch to crotch, sandwiched Mikey
between them sitting him slowly down over Connor's boy pleaser. As he sat
facing Connor, they kissed, and Connor's cock-length tongue shot through Mike's
lips, and sucked the breath out of him. Up and down and up and down and Mikey
was a humpin' for joy there in woods, when he was lifted and repronged on
Baylor's waiting steel, and bounce and bang, and hump and pump, and back to the
Connor-piston.
 Mikey didn't know why, but he got totally and strangely different thrills as
the boys passed him back and forth between them, crotch to crotch, cock to
cock, and a doe-see-dock-n-cock-a-boy. Of course, the new joy was because both
other boy's hammers, not only were the biggest he ever played on, but they were
both bent the same way. When he rode down, facing away from one boy, and
toward the other, the same bending pricks were toying his hole in opposite play,
deep inside him. He was so out of control, he couldn't believe it. He didn't
know what was happening as he had at least two boy crazing anal'gasms, followed
by his cock blowing a geyser of boyshot into Connor's chest and neck.
 After the brothers came off one more time each, and circle sucked their meat
clean with Mikey there on that blanket...in the woods....Mikey felt a boyjoy
he never felt before....he loved what these boys did to him...with him.
 Pisses all around...the boys dressed and made their way back to the car, and
back to Mikey's house, as it moved to late afternoon....Mikey was sure gonna
sleep good toooonight....but he wasn't even thinking about rest, as he gave
both his pleasers a final happyoff....blowing both brothers on their way
back....the boys were almost so spent they couldn't cum fast enough, and actually had
to stop on a quiet street, for them to be able get their nut. Connor got
Mikey's pants back down, and fingered and licked his toyhole while his big brother
got his jazz.

 On Sunday night, the guys were all in shorts, hanging out with a few beers,
and catchin' a ball game....Mike's Uncle Jim was sprawled out, bare feet up on
the table. Mike too. Ed was on a cushioned chair off the side of the couch.
 During a break in the game, Ed quietly asked Mike if he wanted to share the
shaving deal with his Uncle. Mike's face lit up, and said, "Hey, yeh."
 Shit man, Ed boned right there in his shorts, and motioned toward Jim, for
Mike to be the one to tell about it. Of course, what Ed would probably never
know, was that this "team initiation shaving" was all made up to cover that
Jamie had ordered him to bare his pubes and butt hole.
 In excited tones, Mike gave Jimmy the whole shaving scene in word pics, and
then Ed said: "Tell him what yuh have tuh do tonight, now."
 "Oh, yeh, Unc, an' I gotta do a cleanup tuhnight 'fore school tuhmorrah.
 "Dad's gonna do it...." Mikey said smiling back at Ed.
 "Ed asked Jim, "You wanna stay....and play, too? We can take our boy here
through his paces," Ed said excitedly, as he gripped Mike's knee and shook it.
 Jimmy leaned over to Mikey, next to him on the couch, gripping Mike's wick
through his tented shorts, saying, "Hell yeah, I know our big man's ready,"
smiling at Mikey and tugging his dick, "and his own little 'boy' here's ready,
too!"

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