Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 10:20:19 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 17

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contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
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write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Mikey,
Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 17.

           Long....long moments passed with the boys bonded there, and Jamie
actually dozed under his new master. I don't think Brady did. His eyes were
closed, and occasionally he nuzzled Jamie's face, ear, shoulder, and the back of
his head.
One last shiver and spasm seemed to shake Brady out of his joyful naked on
naked, skins-to-skins feel of being with his toy for the afternoon. He raised up
on his hands, his half-hard wick oozed from Jamie, and he stumbled off the
bed and to his shower.
           Jamie was aware of what was up, and when Brady returned wrapped in
a towel, he waled Jamie's tail, and said, "Getcher pants on dude, and let's
get you home."
           Brady wanted Jame to be naked except for his pants, and while the
kid pulled 'em on, Brady was tying the sneaker laces, and laid them over
Jamie's shoulder stuffed with his socks, boxers and tee.
           With an arm around his bare shoulder, rubbing it some, he walked
the boy down to the car and they took off for home. With hardly a word, Brady
drove down into town and when he pulled up to Jame's house, he patted his bare
knee, and said, we'll be having your 'cummin' out' party right soon, young
dude...I'll letchu know, hear?"
           Jamie nodded excitedly, and got out....watching blankly as he
slammed the door and Brady left fumes in his face and was gone.
           He padded up the steps to his room, and wanted to get a nice long
shower and arrange his brain in some semblance of order before dinner and
homework, then got a pained shiver shock! He heaved his sneaks into the wall, and
was angry. Brady lied to him! HE DIDN'T GIVE HIM ANY MONEY!!! "Damn!" he cried
out...his eyes were even welling up, as he yelled, Damn!" one more time, and
flopped his naked ass to the bed, burying his head in the pillow.
           Finally over it some, he got up and showered and spiffed himself
up all bright and squeaky, and with a bit more life in his step, he strolled
naked through the hall to his room again, and started picking up his stuff, and
getting dressed for dinner. He yanked his dirty socks out of the sneaks, and
"Oh! Oh!" he wowed himself all up. A twenty dollar bill fell on the floor at
his bare feet. He snapped it up and kissed it, and held it up above him with
both hands pulling it open, and with a renewed vigor, stashed it in his clean
Docker cargoes, and hit the stairs in a new pair of socks, Nike tee, and Joe
Boxer shorts....all Mikey's....for dinner.

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 17

As evening passed uneventfully for Jamie, back at Willow, Unca Jimmy was
calling Mikey, asking him to round up his stepdad, and come over to help him move
some stuff.
            "A'kay Unca Jim...I'll find dad and we'll be over soon's we kin,"
Mikey was answering.
            Mike told his mother he was hunting up dad outside, and they'd be
going down the street to Uncle Jimmy's for a while.
            In moments, Mikey was bounding down the back stairs, and out to
the garage. "Hey, Dad, Unca Jim wants some help over to his house....and asked
for us to go down."
            "Okay, son, I'll be just a minute here, and we'll go find out
whut mess your Uncle's got himself into."
             In moments they switched off the garage light, and with an arm
around Mike's shoulder, Ed and his stepson took off for Jim's.
             When they got there they went through the garage and into the
house. Jim had his occasional live-in gal pal, but for the moment was living
alone. When they went through the back rooms, the only light was coming from the
living room. As they got to the doorway, there was Jim, sprawled out in his
boxers at full frontal massage, with only the flickering light coming from the
porn video playing on the TV, and glistening off the moistness of his swollen
cockhead.
             Ed broke out in a smile and Mikey gawked at the screen, then
sheepishly grinned up at his stepfather. They eased themselves over to the couch
where Jim was working his hog. Ed slouched into the couch a few inches to
Jim's right, while Mikey folded himself down to the floor between them. With Ed's
look into his face, Jim revealed himself to be at full lech as he smiled back,
and nodded down at Mikey, who was alternately picking up a few pointers on
the screen, and looking back and up at the men from his perch between them on
the floor.

              Without a word, they reached hands under Mikey's pits, and
hoisted him up, then face down across their laps. Man, it had only been a few
weeks since Mikey entered the world of sex play, but he sure loved every bit of it.
              Mike turned his head toward the action on the screen while Jim
pulled his shirt off of him, and Ed pushed down his shorts, boxers, sneaks and
socks. Ed's fingers dug into the boy's toes and between, squeezing and
massaging, getting a grunt of satisfaction from Mikey, who also hunched his growing
boy peter into Jim's right leg. Jim nuzzled his ear and said, "I feel yuh,
l'il dude....we gonna make yuh feel real fine, huh?"
               "Ummm, yeh, ohyeh, Unca Jim, ummmm, yehhhhhhhhhhhuhhh."
               Ed bent Mike's legs up in the air, and worked his fingers
'round the boy's balls, and twisted gently, squeezed, getting a jerk from Mike,
and then he bent down and kissed the boy's tail smile. "Ummmmm," Mike gooed, and
Jim moved out to the left more, so he could have the kid work his meat for
him.
                In a few seconds, Mike's whole body was rippling in waves of
action, his head turned into Jimmy's humping crotch working on that beer can
of a prick, "Schlkkk, pwuck, shlupp," his lower boy body hunching the couch,
and everything wigglin' and squirmin' in response to Ed's fingers and tongue
working their way into the boy's tool box.
                Some girlie squeals and moans emanated from the now all but
ignored TV, while the men entertained the young dude in their laps. Somewhere
in the back of the boy's mind, the moans and squeals were providing background
to the pleasure feels he was enjoying.
                He performed a little harmony when he squealed along with the
TV as his stepfather's tongue sank through those pussy lips that literally
swirled around in a mini-circle in response to that squiggling rasper as it
tickled his insides. Mikey couldn't believe how wild his dad's tongue made him, as
he wormed, and wiggled and squirmed on the men's laps and humped the couch.
                 Ed's tongue was joined by first one, then a second finger,
which then replaced the tongue and while that tongue stuck out the corner of
Ed's straining face, those fingers dug so deep....and deeper, and then began to
pumping frantically as the boy bounced around on his lap.  Mikey's mouth
opened, as Unca Jim's cock hung on his lips, the boy shrilly moaned out loud, and
his whole body shook....
                 Ed knew whut was up, and whipped him over on his back and
pumped his boy's prick madly and bent down taking the boy's cockhead into his
mouth and in an almost hysterical rant, the bucking boy shot wad after wad of
Mikey jam into Ed's mouth.
                 Jim smiled that knowing smile of the male who watches
another cum....that so knowing smile that comes from knowing the feeling, and the
joy, and seeing another guy get his nut. Wow! There is nothing like it! Seeing
it! Or feeling it!
Jim had all to do to keep from wacking his load off in response to his
nephew's wadoff.

                 Mikey was barely out of the throes of his boy'gasm, when Jim
lifted him to his lap, and felt for his pucker hole, fingered him two chubby
fingers in there and bucked the kid around, until he squeezed his cockhead
hard and into the kid's slicked up toy box.
                  "Ugnhhhhh!" Mikey grunted, and that huge prick oozed
through the outer ring, and frictioned his tailpipe as it slithered to glory and
rooted the kid to his curly hairs. Jim hugged the boy to him, ran his tongue
across his chin and lips and kissed him hard and deep as he pumped up a bounce
into him. "Ummmpphh," Mikey sounded, as his stepdad now eased him back to lay
right back on his uncle's outstretched legs, and down toward the floor. Ed
kneeled, straddling Jim's legs, and laid the boy's head down between his own upper
thighs, as he fed his meat through Mikey's lips. Ed wasn't near as thick as Jim
in the cock department but was about an inch longer, about 7" in all....more
than enough to challenge the depths of the boy's throat. Mikey happily moaned
at the familiar feel and taste of his newly close stepfather.
                   To the surprise of both men, in spite having just shot his
load, Mikey started arching up, and bouncing his tail over his uncle's
straining cock rail, and the position change sent his dad's cock through his throat
hole and he started to gag and choke and flail around. Ed smoothed his palm
over Mike's jerking throat, eased his prick out slowly, and Mikey, wheezed,
coughed, spluttered, and reached up taking
Ed's rock hard cock in his fingers, and again guided it all the way back down
his throat.
                   Oh my....whutta scene...Ed at Unca Jim's feet hunching
forward, long- cocking his stepson's face. The boy's head jutted up and back, his
throat 'glucking', with each power pummel.
Then, Mikey's washboard stomach was arching up and down in a wave with his
tail impaled on his uncle's beer can prick. The tingles from the fiery friction
fever of the surging monster up his toybox sent shivers over and over,
coursing the length of the kid's body from nose to toes, and the unmistakable,
involuntary, precum bucking started inside Mikey....both men felt it...they knew and
they were so on fire they wanted it fast....nowwwwwwwww! They all shot their
loads. It was beautiful. Mikey shot a three foot strung out, creamy rope that
arched right up into Ed's face, followed by three more super spurts of two
feet, one foot, and then a dribble-ooze down his cock and knuckles into his
hairless pubes.
                    In spite of getting a three foot Mikey power shot right
in the puss, Ed was so wracked in his own cum, that as he shook inside prior to
eruption, he threw his head back and bucked furiously three times before the
first wash of man cream shot down Mikey's throat without the benefit of
taste....then as Ed pulled back, the second shot banged of the roof of Mikey's
mouth, and the third in an arch across Mike's belly to join his own creamy spoo in
his pubes. Ed's cum was fierce, and plopped a handsome puddle at the root of
Mikey's dick and in his belly button, where it bubbled and shimmered in the dim
flickering TV light, with Mike's still heaving breaths.
                    While all this action's going on, Unca Jimmy was pumping
up unmercifully into Mike's tail and shooting a mansized load of spooge, he
fully intended to suck out of his nephew's poop chute.

                    Mikey's black brush cut was sopped, and his belly damp in
sweat that glistened. Mikey's fair skin, dimples, and cobalt blue eyes
captured all comers, and his dad and uncle were no exceptions. Ed started to creak
his way up to his full  six feet, and low fived his son for a fine feed fuck.
As the boy lay on his uncle's legs angled down to the floor against Jim's feet
tops....Ed asked, "You wanna sleep over with Uncle Jim tonight, boy?"
                    Mike's big smile said it all, and Ed said his good
nights, heading out and home. Mike could shower at Jim's and get down the street to
get his school stuff in the morning with no problem. As Ed left, Jim hunched a
pulsing still hard cock up Mikey's spooged, leaking and gooey hole. As he
pulled Mike up to sitting, he said, "So boy....you wanna?"
                     Mike's face screwed up in a question, and Jim said,
"Fuck, dude!"
                     A smile replaced the query, and Mike yowled, "Fuck yeh,
Unca Jim....let's fuck....allllllllll night!!!!"
                     "I got a surprise for you boy...let's get your butt up
here so I can suck up some jam fum yur pretty boy pussy."
                     They were both on hands and knees, as Jimmy burrowed in
the furrow and supped up the leakage from his joyful cock burst. Mikey was
again getting crazy and was whipping his young 5+ incher again, that never
softened.
                     Then with Mike still on his knees, there was no more
tongue action, and after some rustling behind him, all went quiet. Mike turned
and looked behind....and this was a sight to behold. There was his Uncle Jimmy,
on his back, feet in the air, his arms locked under his knees....

                      Mikey turned and faced him now, and looked weirdly, as
if to say, "Watcha doin' Unca Jim?"
                      Jimmy didn't wait for a question and said, "Well,
boy....you wanna?"
                      Mikey said, "Whut Unca Jim?"
                      "FUCK, dude!"
                      "Yuh mean me, Unca Jim.....meeee....me fuck....you?"
                      Nodding crazily with a big smile, Jim kicked his feet
in the air, and Mikey broke out in "Whoooooouppppp!" and assailed Jim's hole
with a cock that had never, ever, been harder.....that young steel poker drove
through Jimmy's hole like a jackhammer in butter. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
goddddddddddd. Unca Jimmy. Sooooo sooo gooooooood. I never felt soooooogoooood!
                       "Gawwwwwwwwd!" Mikey gave out with a deep throated
growl..."Unca Jim...I don't uh ungh I can't uh, oh god I'm
gonna....cummmmmmmmmmmm!"
                       The boy was so on fire his first thrust into fiery
uncle hole set the poor fucker off and if he got off two strokes, that would have
a lot. He was shaking...shuddering from the most fabulous spunkoff of his
young life. He flopped forward, unable to stay up on his knees behind his Uncle
who pulled him to his neck and slobber suck-kissed his neph's left ear, while
he continued quaking in violent aftershocks. It was beautiful! And fum behind
Mikey, his boy crease was flexing in and out, not so wide, but incessantly,
from the uncontrollable pulsing inside the little waif. You can't see his little
pucker winking back at you, but you feel like you can, standing there, rubbing
your leaking prick....nnghhh.

                         While Mikey gets the fuck fun of his life with Unca
Jimmy, back in Oden, Jamie spent a needed restful evening, occasionally
pulling out the $20 bill Brady stuffed into his sneaker, after his afternoon with
him. In one part of his mind he felt a glee beyond imagination, that he was
'cummin' into a reg'lar income...but there was a darkness there too, as his mind's
eye whizzed past the scenes on the school lawn, in the team bus, the 2d floor
boys room at school, the home and school rounds with Taylor's merciless,
purply, angry, veiny horsecock, the parking lot and Pete....the girls watching him
wack in the school hallway.....and whutever Brady had planned for a 'cummin' o
ut party'.
                         An'ways, he was back at school, with four single
dollar bills in his back pocket, as he left the 2d floor boys room. None of his
tormentors showed up this morning...he stayed 4 bucks richer, patting the
little wad in his back pocket with a weak smile and made his way to class.
                          At 10 was gym, and in his new duties as assistant
team manager to Pete, he wouldn't be dressin' out with his buds for class, but
would be with Pete, getting the equipment squared away for the next game. He
pushed through the double doors of the inner room off the lockers, and Pete was
already sorting through the sweat smelly uniforms, gear, towels and all, for
the custodian to get washed. He smiled as he looked up seeing Jamie saunter
through the door. "Com'on dude, let's help me get this stuff ready fer Jake,
so's we can check the basketballs, and get ever'thin' ready fer shoot-around this
afternoon."
                          As they made quick work of everything, Pete said,
"Man, this is great havin' a 'sistant. We knocked off all'is stuff in no
time....plus, that gives us plenty free time fer our selfs, eh?" patting Jamie's
cheek, then palming the back of Jame's neck and pulling his face down into his
fly.
                          Jamie stumbled forward and then as Pete pulled back
from him, he made the kid drop to his knees where he wanted him. "Take it out
man, and git goin'."
                          Jamie opened Pete's pants and pulled the kid's meat
through his boxers' fly. "Jes' stick yer tongue at it...yeh, in and out, keep
tongue jabbin' my piss hole fucker....ooooh, yehhhhhhhh, lemme see you slup
my goo-leak...oooh yeh, do it...doooo it!" he squealed as he finally shoved his
cock through Jame's lips.
                          "Keep me in yer mouth and strip yerself," Pete
ordered Jame, who complied as quickly as he could. "A'kay, turn 'round, and show
me your butt smile....pull 'em cheeks apart...yehhhhhh. Lick a finger shithead,
and get it back in yur cunt, man, and get ready fer some funs."
                           Jamie licked his index finger and winced as he
pushed through his hole gingerly.
                           Pete wasn't having any of this foolin' around and
gripped Jamie's wrist, and rammed that finger up the boy's
hole...."Yowwwwwwwww!!!" Jamie wailed.
Pete worked the boy's wrist around and around, jabbing his insides with the
kid's own finger, and then yelled, "And leave it in there fucker!" while he
moved 'round in front of Jamie to get his wick lipped and soppy.
                            When Pete knew he was ready, he pulled out,
pushed Jamie over onto his back into the pile of dirty team laundry, pulled Jamie's
legs up, opening that boy pussy for some heavy duty plowin'. Gritting his
teeth in a lecher boy smile, Pete grimaced as he tightened down on his beet
red-headed prick and drove it through Jamie's asslips.
                             Grasping onto Pete's kneeling thighs, Jamie
sucked in a breath, gasping from the initial surge of Pete's relentless cock,
which drove through...and down....and bottomed with no hesitation for Jamie to get
used to the invader. Once bottomed, Pete laughed, face-to-face with
Jamie....then he pulled back in a quick short stroke, re-bottoming, hard enough to
create a 'Thwumpphhkk' as pubes and boybutt collided with force enough to knock
the wind out of Jamie again.
                             Jamie's pained face, with eyes big as saucers,
blurred from tearing, searched Pete's face for some relenting sign, but there
was none to be seen, as Pete broke into a powerful fuck rut like few Jamie had
even in these last days of service to more boys than he could count. Pete's
face was a picture of one determined fucker, and there was no stoppin' now. He
rose up on his toes, and each thrust into his younger assistant, slid them both
another foot or so through the laundry, till at end, with Jamie's head buried
in smelly jocks, socks, underwear, towels and uniforms, the final ram jammin'
sent Jamie's butt higher and higher, till Pete was practically straight up
standing and pounding down into Jamie's tool box. Jamie's bare feet planted
themselves over his head into the wall, and unmercifully, Pete yelled, "Take it
you fucking dirthole!!!! Nnnnnnghhh! Huhuhuh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Nggggghhh!" and Pete
pulsed his joywad down Jamie's tails-up chute, with absolutely no letup in the
power of the pounding he adminstered that kid's ass.
                               Both boys hung there....suspended. Jamie's
feet planted, soles and toes to the wall. Pete was leaning forward with his
strong hands tightly maintaining their grip on the boy's ankles. When Pete's
body-quaking cum finally ebbed, he looked down and smiled with the site of some
kid's dirty jock draped over Jamie's nose.
                               'Shhlwukkkk!' Pete yanked his prick from
Jamie's cum-drenched pucker. Whutta fabbo load! Pete's cock looked like a
vanilla-iced cruller. Cum was layered over it, and oozing from Jamie's hole. Pete let
Jamie flop back into the laundry again, and then kneel-straddled his face,
casting off the socks and jocks from Jamie's face, he fed him his cruller fer a
taste test....but not immediately. He shook his head, and asked, "Do you want it
faggot?" to which Jamie nodded quickly, his tongue searching out from his
lips.
                                "Uh-uh-uh! How bad do you gotta have it?"
Pete coaxed.
                                "Please, Pe--SIR! Please...may I have yur
cock? Jamie begged as Pete touched the cum-soppy tip to his tongue...then pulled
it away quick. He continued his tease-tongue-touching for another few times,
finally, asking, "Tell Petey whutcha gonna do fer dis very choice morsel, and
if you are real...REAL....convincing....I MIGHT let you suck it."
                                 With his neck craned, his head lurched
forward with each tease, the tongue darting out, he pleaded, "Oh, sir, I
will.....lick....it for you...make it....all slick and....shiney for you, and
make....you....phhhwuoff!" Jamie was cut off as Pete shoved the cummy cock into the
kid's mouth, where his tongue and lips made swift work of sucking every last
remnant of boy sperms from Pete's tube of boy joy.

                                  As Pete took his cock from Jamie's mouth in
its yet near hard state, he pounded it all around Jamie's face as he said,
"While you working as team 'sistant manager, jus' 'member....dis 'Smack!' cock
'Smack!' works fer me
'Smack!' and you, 'Smack!' queerboy, 'SMACK!'....work for IT!!!!"
                                  Jamie's reflexive blinking and head bobbing
back and away, ducking the relentless cock beating, amplified his so pitiful
position under Pete there, in the dirty clothes on the floor, as he looked up,
pleadingly, but as firmly as could be, said, "YES! SIR!"
                            Jamie got THAT right.

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