Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 11:11:58 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 15

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
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 15


         Jamie was scared and thrilled at the same time. The money would be
the answer to his biggest problem, but bein' a 'go-down'......mannnn....that
wasn't so nice.....'s'diff'rent when they make yuh do it....but, to wanna go
down on other boys, and fer money....and his eyes closed, half wishing the
challenge of this question would go away into the dark night, and that he wasn't
really here.....and they were slowing down.....stopping, and there was a hand
behind his neck, massaging, and someone was saying, "an' think about it,
dude....you DO like doing it...too...don'tcha? A'mit it...'s'ok...some of us like it
man...." and he was straining to stay upright, and his face touched damp, no,
wet....sticky....
          "G'head, boy...you want to....jus' do it, and enjoy it," Brady said
as he fed his cock through Jamie's lips.
          The feel of that boy's tongue swabbing his rockhard, fired up prick
sent Brady into a frenzied face fuck....driving his cock up into Jamie's
sucking mouth as hard and fast as he was poundin' the boy's head up and down over
it.
          The final jolts before Brady fired his buckshot into Jamie, were
truly face smashing to Jame. Brady bucked and fucked that boyface like Jamie
never felt, from even when Taylor throat pronged him.
          When his tongue pressed the big boy meat to his palet, and swabbed
the sensitive underside with the natural motion of swallowing, Brady bucked
once more and ..... again....and again...and finally, he pulled out and sat back
into his bucket, his hand still tight to the back of Jamie's neck,
squeezing.....his fingers working their way into the sweaty short hairs up the back of
Jamie's head.
          Jamie raised himself up and tried to straighten himself, avoiding
looking directly into Brady's face, in the darkness of the car.
          "And, my man....here's five bucks fer yuh, too.....and plenty more
where that came from. You are fine, boy....mighty fine, indeed! And there's
plenty more where that came from....from my buds, as well as me. Buttttt, ahm
just not ready to share yuh wit' anybody yet. How's about I pick yuh up right at
your house right after school, tuhmorrah??? Yeh?? Would you like that???"
          Nodding, and shaking a little, and the suddenness of all this, and
the five dollars burning fire in his hand, and he said, "Yeh, uh...yeh,
a'kay....Um...I get home quarter 'a three."
          Brady grabbed his hand, shook it, and said, "It's a date,
boy...it's a date!!"
          Restarting the car, they cruised the rest of the way up to Jamie's
house, where, as Jamie got out, he actually looked longingly, at Brady,
leaning down into the
window...then feeling the money, he pushed it into his pocket....

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 15.

....and he stepped back from the car door, Brady hit the gas and was gone.
Jamie stood there, staring...longing??? crinkling the $5 bill in his pocket,
and sort of backed up and then stumbled around to walk to the house.
     He really was a bit of site! He had to manage to get upstairs and clean
up before his mother got a look at him. He charged through the door with a
quick, yelling "Hi, Mom!" to a mother who was not seen, and made it to his room
to do a quick clothes change, and hair straightening out. Casually emerging
from the sanctum of his sloppy clothes strewn room, he shut the door and took a
turn at the bathroom sink, where his mother found him wiping his face, and gave
him a big smooch, and a piece of pizza she had heated up for him.
     Relieved and relaxed, Jame hit the stairs and went down to watch some TV
after grabbing him a soda.
     "Mike's on the phone for you, dear," his Mom said poking her head
through the doorway and pointing to the extension.
     Jamie'd heard it ring but just assumed it was for his mother.
     "Fuck do you want asshole," Jamie blurted.
     "Uh, mmm, sir, jus', um, wanted to tell you, that I have some of the
money for you...ya know...thatchu asked...." Mikey was cut off.
     "Look you dick...I got no time fer you dis week...so, when my father
comes to see me, stick the cash in a nice present of one of your games, or
clothes, for him to bring to me.
     How much you got, anyways?"
     "Seventeen dollars, sir," Mikey answered.

     Jamie was pleased...excited even that the little fuck could scrape up
that much for his 'loving' stepbrother.....but he sure wasn't gonna let Mike off
easy. "That's all you got you dumb bastard....I said I needed CASH man....not
chump change. You better getcher ass hustling some real scratch, faggot."
     Mikey was shocked that he got no thanks, but worse, just abuse from his
stepbrother....and was even gonna lose some more of his personal 'stuff' at
the bargain, to send the $17 to Jamie.
     Jamie slammed the phone in the kid's ear, and Mikey just sat there. He
really knew he should have expected as much so after getting over his surprise,
he just put the phone down and went to his room. It's true, he had come up
with money quickly, but it was his own personal allowance he had saved. He
hadn't approached his parents, or Unca Jimmy, for that matter....and was hoping to
make do with just his allowance. But Jamie...mannn, he was so tough to please.
I'm not sure Jamie knew the true impact he had on Mike, but if he could have
seen through Mikey's shorts when he answered the phone, and Mike sprung hard
at the sound of his voice....and geez, he drooled pre-jam when Jamie hollered
at him.
     Mikey pulled down his pants, pulled out another of Unca Jimmy's rubbers,
and pounded off another load of his juice to save for Jamie's next
visit....and fell asleep content in his boyjack, his hand wrapped around his rubbered
dick.

     For himself, Jamie had enough trouble on him...like the 2d floor
boysroom the next morning. He was no longer wearing underwear or socks to school, but
was no dufus. He backpacked 'em and put them in his regular locker. After
morning 'services,' he'd make his way at some point to his locker and then to a
bathroom to get himself in order. This day he brought $5 of his own allowance
money, figuring if Josh lets him off because he took his sneaks, then he'd only
have to give up a buck each to the other fuckers. He also knew if he brought
any more, they'd take it, so $5 was it. He put $3 in one pocket, and $2 in the
other, and left his wallet home.

     S-o-o-o, here he was, 7:30, shaking, waiting for the 'boys' in the
boysroom, upstairs.
     Devon was the first to turn the corner after Jamie heard the
mind-numbing screech of the door. He snapped his fingers and whirled his hand
'round...Jame had seen that enough to know it meant, 'kneel' and 'naked'.
     He still got yuks from the kids when they realized he no longer wore his
'flushable' clothes.
     A soon as he got to his naked, Devon's prick was in his mouth so
matter-of-factly, it was like stopping at one of those hot dog vendors on the
street....'get down and eat,' and that's that.
     Jon brought out a tube of some lube glop, and took hold Jamie's hand
which was gripping Devon's pumping thigh, squeezed some goo on his fingers, and
said, "Get that shit up your hole, faggot, or you're getting it dry."
     As Jamie, mouth stuffed to his throat, tongue working like mad, winced
at the thought, and listened as he rubbed his bung with gooey fingers, "Fum now
on, girlie, you bring yer own goop fer your shitter."
     Now Devon was on his knees, with Jamie on all fours, as Jon plowed him
some boypussy. Since the night on the school lawn, Jon and maybe one other were
the only ones to not have a run through Jamie's toybox. Damon was one hot
mother watching Jamie get rammed forward from behind, into that monster hog of
Devon's up front. His eyes glazed over and his pants slipped down to his ankles
as he palmed his cock, and his butt cheeks flexed against the sink. If Jon
didn't hurry, Damon was gonna get his nut all over the mess of them.
     On and on the boys plowed, from the front and the back....some
watertight docking, this. "Um, nnnnnnggghhhhhh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uhuh," and Devon was
nuttin' in Mike's mouth. "Oh man. Ohhhhhhh, mannnnnnn!"
     Damon was wild-eyed watching his buddy buck-fuck that boy face while he
shot wad after dickwad through those fevered boylips!
     Devon was bucking like a bronco for keeping his prick on Jamie's tongue
in his aftershot, and the tender prickhead nearly convulsed him. Damon took a
look at Jon, and then decided he just hadda have some action NOW! So he pushed
Devon away and sunk that hot boy meat down Jame's mouth, instead.
     "Ahhhhhhhhh, ahmena cum, oh, ohyeah, nngghh, uh, uh ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuck
you, take it, faggot!" Jon screamed as he let loose with his powerful load up
the kid's butthole.
     Recovering against the wall with his cock still hard and leaking
dogwater, Devon smiled as Jon got his rocks. That was quickly followed by a raging
Damon who came moments after plunging into Jamie's throat. They were shiny, and
sweat faced, all of 'em, from the workout they gave their fuckboy....and
smiling, ear-to-ear. As he pulled out, Damon just stayed on his knees, in aftercum
weakness, Devon slipped his cock in Jame's mouth for a final drooze-off
cleansing, and then backed off and holstered his meat.
     Jon smacked Jamie's ass and told told him to, "Get 'round back here and
lick your butt slime off ma dick, dude!"
     Jamie did his duty, then as the boys were all straightening up and
washing, Devon casually said, "Pay up, queenie....where's our cash?"
     Jamie resignedly crawled over to his pants and went for the pocket he
put the $3 in, and pulled out the three rumpled bills, and held them out for the
kids to take. Jon turned first, and snatched the bills, and said, "Whut a
fuckin' mess you keep yer....our, money in. Y'only got $3 here fagboy. I gave you
one hot fuck wit' dis fine cock," Jon said, patting the front of his pants,
and all's we get's a buck each. Jus' don' seem fair....not fair at all."
     They all broke out laughing and while splitting up the bills, they
started for the door, back slapping one another....'Screeeeech....bamm'....the door
opened and slammed shut, and Jamie was alone, naked, on his knees.
     He scampered around getting dressed and splashing some water on to liven
his fucked over face, and headed out for class.
     So much for a morning in the new life Jamie the cocksucking fuckboy.

     Later, back in Willow, Mikey finished basketball practice, and was
jogging home as part of his training ritual. As he got to his street, he saw Uncle
Jim shooting baskets in his drive, and he sneaked up behind him, stole the
ball and with a pivot and jump, he guided a sweet 2 pointer over his uncle's
outstretched hands.
     Jim grabbed his nephew and gave him a big bear hug, saying, "You know
better than to fool witcher uncle like 'at."
     Straining through the tightness around his chest, Mike said, "Yeh,
unc....sorry, just couldn't help it."
     Releasing Mikey, and with a playful cuff to his head, he said, "You
wanna go inside and fun around?"
     Mike quickly nodded and arms over shoulders they went into the house.
Jim lived alone since he broke up with his girlfriend, so they had the place to
themselves.
     Mike flopped down on the couch in the front room, and Jim was unzipping
and kneeling to Mike who helped Jim push his pants down. Then as he pulled the
underwear waistband down, Jim's hefty hog sprung out. Mikey snared it in his
left hand and guided it to his lips to smother the cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhhh.
Boyyyyyyyy. You do take care uh yer Uncle boy. You do take care of your Uncle,"
Jimmy swooned, and caught himself falling to the wall.
     Mikey sucked him some uncle cock like there was no tomorrow, and soon
enough Jimmy was pumping his meaty 6 incher fully out and fully back into
Mikey-mouth....
longstroking his buddy nephew's cute face. Just before he shot off he looked
down to catch Mikey's doe eyes looking blankly up into his, with that manplank
spreading those pretty boy lips out wide and thin....and he watched those
beautiful lips nibble-walk up that cock while Mikey vacuumed every last seed from
his collapsing uncle.
     "Omigod! OMIGOD! You are one good cocksuck, boy." Jim's head eased to
wall and he rested catching his breath. At last composed, aftercum bucking
stopped, his prick was still in Mikey's mouth.....still hard. In what seemed like 3
seconds, Mike's clothes were in the air, and so was Mikey's tailhole with
Unca Jimmy's tongue swabbing it. Ohhhh. He fingered, and swabbed and teased and
pleased his young nephew who started to whine like a tea kettle, as his uncle
tongue tortured his delicate, winking bud.
     Spit to his palm, to his cock. Jim sunk his prick home into Mikey's
joyed, toyed and begging boyhole. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....unca Jimmy........ahhhhhhhuh!"
     For the next half-hour Jim plowed him some toyboy, to both their maximum
joy. The sweat poured off them. There skin shone with it. Sometimes Jim was
licking the boy's legs...or the bottoms of his feet....or sucking his toes.
Then he reached down and fed his strong fingers into Mikey's mouth. Mike devoured
them...soaking 'em with spit. The drool oozed from Mike's mouth as he gazed
so lovingly into his Uncle's straining, but smiling face as he reached that
point of no return. The couch creaked over and over as Jimmy boypounded Mikey to
a cum-drenched climax. Mikey boyshot sprayed all over his chest.
Jimmy laid down into Mike's cummy chest after filling his playtoy with his
jazz. He play kissed the boy, and Mikey hugged him tight and kissed him
back...."Thanks Unca Jimmy....you're the best."
     Jim carried the boy to the shower and they washed and dried, dressed and
Mikey was gone. Jim glowed in the aftersex, and joy knowing his nephew loved
to 'play'.

     Back at Oden, after school, as the clock approached 3, Jamie peered out t
he front window....and Brady's sleek convertible was just pulling to the
curb. Jamie left a note for his mom and was out the door. He was squeamish about
'selling' himself, but since this first pass with Brady was just gonna be with
him alone, he figured, if it got too weird, he'd beg off, and not 'do' any of
the other dudes. He already had bunches of kids 'round school who knew what
he'd been made to do, in public no less....so there sure wasn't a shame factor
any more.
     As he sat and pulled the door closed, Brady held out his palm and Jamie
slapped it.
     "Good boy, Jame. Yer really gonna be happy you decided to come with me
and my buds. They're a great bunch of dudes....they stink of money, and love to
find places to spend it. But today boy.....you mine, yeh?" he finished with a
question.
     Jamie wasn't sure this called for an answer but he gave one anyways,
"Ye-y-yeh, sir, uhmmmm, Brady."
     With that, Brady play gripped the back of Jame's neck, and shook him
gently, and when he turned to him, he smiled and pulled Jame's face down into his
lap, and said, "Let's warm yer buddy up down there boy."
     Jame was rubbing his face and lips across and around Brady's pants.
     As Brady pushed and pulled his head around over his fly, he said, "Can
you feel you're buddy there, boy, just snaking hard and readying fer yur hot
mouth?"
     "Ye-yehphhh, I canppph," Jamie answered, his mouth smothered into boy
crotch now being shoved down between Brady's legs.
     Jamie sensed the driveway bump, and heard the automatic garage door
open, and then as the door closed, all went dark around Jamie in Brady's garage.
     Instead of letting Jamie get out the passenger side, Brady just pulled
him across his own seat and out of the car by his head and neck. Jame stumbled,
and his legs and feet flopped from the seat, to the car floor, to the ground.
     Grabbing on to Brady's waist and pants leg he pulled himself up, and
squared himself, as Brady reached a claw-like hand under Jamie's tail and
smack-gripped him, Jamie sorta jumpin' up a bit as Brady guide-glided the boy, whose
feet were barely touching the ground, through the door into the main house. At
the farthest end of a long hallway past ornate displays and furnishings, they
went into a room that was as big as a living room....Brady's room. Don't ask.
EVERY possible thing a young guy could want, was there.
     "Let's first have you get your buddy out fer a reaquaintin' kiss."
     Jame opened the boy's fly, fished out Brady's cock, a nice floppy kind
of semi-hard sirloin. He got to his knees, and kissed it.
     "Good boy....undress me, then strip. We haven't seen you on full
display, pussyface. Let's see whatcha got."
     As Jamie was starting to kneel after stripping, Brady just shook his
head, and pulled hard on Jamie's cock. "What's this boy, 5-6 inches?"
     "Yessss---sssir...6 inches," Jame said.
     "I like that you're hard for me dude....when you're with me I want you
always working yer pecker, and keeping hard and leaking fer me, hear?" Brady
instructed, with Jamie nodding his understanding, and before Brady let go, he
squeezed it, harder, HARDER! and he brought Jamie down holding onto Brady's arm
as he sank to his knees.
     Without being told, Jamie's face and mouth sought his new boymaster's
dick, and sucked it in. Brady was actually caught by surprise that the kid went
for his meat like that! He thought about punishing his brazenness....but then
decided to simply enjoy. His right hand gripped the top of Jame's head, and
moved it 'round, til he brought it down over his forehead, then his eyes, nose,
and then with his own cock deep in the boy's mouth, he turned his hand around
and slipped his finger into that cockstuffed mouth. The kid's face turned up
and as he looked deep into Brady's eyes, he sucked on all his fingers, and his
cock at once, and he did it so well. Omigod! Brady was trembling from what
that look did to him.....and the unbelievable feel of his own fingers working
'round his cock and Jamie's tongue. Oh! Ohhhhh! Omigod! His knees buckled and his
body quaked, he bucked, as he lost control, grabbing onto Jamie's head and
shoulder, he braced himself as he shot wad after boywad over that wild sucking
tongue.
       Jame smiled up at Brady as the big kid recovered from his cum. Brady
patted Jamie's hair with a spit sloppy hand, and was jolted again when Jamie
tongued up to get a last string of drizzz hanging from Brady's dick.
       Brady staggered over to his bed, and looking at Jamie kneeling at
center room, he said, "You gonna be a star boy! You gonna make you a big stash
too, dude." Jame just smiled.
You'd almost think he was gonna become a more sensitive, and caring kid, at
least as related to his poor stepbrother, Mikey, who he all but 'owned'. Time
would tell, I guess.

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