Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 23:10:55 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 18
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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 18
"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 teased.
"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, saying, "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 gummy 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 'sis'ant 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.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 18
Fuckin' eh! You jus' gotta love a boy whut
knows his place.
Jamie scrambled up to his knees, then onto his feet, naked, following Pete
like a l'il doggie re-separating the laundry they just fucked through, not even
looking for his clothes. In a few minutes they had everything in different
piles again, and Pete rolled in the laundry bins for Jame to put each pile into.
Jamie's oozing pussy boycunt slot looked
so cute there sticking up and out each time he bent down to get another armful
of dirty clothes. He felt the stuff droozing down his thigh and grabbed a
dirty undershorts to wipe himself out. Another mindspinner as he wiggled his crack
around in a circle against and into the crumbled shorts. Mannnnnnn! Can ya
stand it?
Pete went over to the equipment supply
closet and pulled out the wire basket with the b-balls to be cleaned and checked
for practice. He gave Jamie class in how to check the air in the balls, and
how to clean 'em, and then they went about their work after Pete cuffed him
alongside the head, and said, "Hey man, I won't be needing yer ass any more
tuhday, so you kin get dressed."
Jamie smiled, blushed looking down, and
went about finding his clothes.
Back at Uncle Jimmy's, over night, Mikey
had a time alright!
After Mikey threw his first ever fuck into Jim, they lay there chest to
chest, Mikey's body heaving, Uncle Jim sucking the boy's ear....Mikey's cock still
hard, still deep in uncle bung.
After about a half hour of play-huggin'
and mutual lip smucking, and even a little boy and man snoozing....Mikey was
reawakened to the funs at hand. His prick was expanding, sinking deeper into
Jim, and the hotboy circuit was closed once again as Mikey started ever so slowly
to grind his body into Jim, and his cock in short strokes, building to a
powerful rutting boy fuck.
Mike's head rose above Jim's face and he strained a smile, even showing his
teeth, as he pumped fully into Jim's velvety sucking manhole. Mike gave his
uncle a double joy: giving his nephew his first joyoff, and getting a fun he
hadn't had himself since his own boy'sperimentation days as a kid about the same
age as Mike.
Jim craned his neck up and lipped Mike's
nose, and as the boy looked into his eyes...Jim asked, "You close, boy?"
Wordlessly, Mike nodded quick-like, and
Jim said, "A'kay, at the last sec, pull out boy, and jack it all over your
uncle, yeh?"
Breathlessly nodding, Mikey redoubled
his second ever manhump, and then leaning slightly, his weight to the toes of
his left foot, he slipped out of Jimmy and grabbed his hot tool, bent hard, fat
and up along his belly....and staying just like that he rubbed off a five shot
two and three foot foot creamy teen volley. There was a beautiful arching
rope at first that caught Jim right up his chin to his lower lip. The dimple in
his lower jaw made Jimmy look like he had a silver-cream beard growth.
Mikey collapsed, gluing his chest with
his own jam to Jim's.
He so naturally, tongued Jimmy's creamy 'beard' growth and then sunk a hot
boy tongue through Uncle Jimmy's quivering lips. How Jim loved giving this boy
his first man fun!
Soon they slept there in each other's
arms. When next Mike woke, the lamplit room was getting sunlight....birds could
be heard in the distance, and he was being lifted, carried and laid back back
down on what turned out to be the quilt runner of the dining room table.
Jimmy sat in the chair at the end of the table, pulling Mikey to him, legs open
and up, hanging them over his shoulders. Jim looked up with his most lechy smile
and snickered, "Just a little breakfast fer yer Unca Jimmy, boy."
Mikey lay his head back and moaned as Jim's tongue worked his
pussyhole....then sucked his balls into his mouth. When he had Mikey squirmin' and wigglin'
like a fish in a rowboat all over the table, Jimmy rose up, and took his neph's
cock deep to his throat in one 'Sshlwwumpp' and jerked the boy off inside
his throat hole. He worked those muscles, masterfully, squeezing and releasing
the boy's cockhead, while short jackin' his head back and forth, and when Mikey
shot off his morning load, he was bouncing up and down out of control, under
Jim's glucking, spit-slop dripping mouth. The rattling table announced the
onset of Mikey's powerful cum, while his airborne heels pounded into Jimmy's back
over and over. At first his fists beat the table top, and then as if in
sexual transition, he grabbed the back of Unca Jimmy's head and humped his hard
young prong over and over deep into his uncle's throat.
There was a "Swweeluck" as Jim opened
his lips, which had been guppy creeping into Mikey's hairless cockroot, and
released the boy's cock head. Then those man's lips again closed over teen pole,
and joined his tongue in swicking off the boy's prick of any remaining
joyjelly and spittle.
Mikey hadn't had his mind since the
first electric jolt signaling his impending boyoff. As Jim stood, and lifted
Mikey's waist off the table and flopped it down again, with a double pitty-pat
to his belly. Mikey rag-dolled flat and his head lay off to the side with
drooling from the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved, and there was a long sigh.
As Jim moved back away from the end of the table, Mike's feet slid off his
shoulders and he instinctively grabbed them as they dropped down in front of
him....Mikey's last movement before he went quiet into dreamland again, was the
curling of his toes...their splaying out, straightening....and boy quiet. Jimmy
lifted the sleeping kid's feet to his mouth and kissed his toes, before
pulling the boy up to his chest and putting him to the couch for a last few minutes
snoozer before his shower.
Jim went to the kitchen to start
breakfast coffee.
At school back at Oden, while Jamie
was taking care of the b-balls, he heard the thunder of boy herd feet stomping
to the locker room as gym class ended with the coach's final whistle. Coach
passed through the supply room with pat on Jame's butt as he went through to his
office, and then coming in the other door were Ryan, Chris and Andy. High
fives all around, "Whussup wit'chu man?" cried Chris.
Jame smiled weakly, and said he got
the job of 'sistant team manager now, and doesn't need to take gym, get's trips
to the games and all. That didn't explain why he had no time to call his
pals.
"You know we been trying to call, and
Trev and Connor...even Connor's big brother....how'dju know him? We
all....been trying to reach you, dude," said Ryan, somewhat hurt and confused.
"Sorry guys...I jus' been gettin'
straighted away wit' all 'dis, and just never had no times afta school 'cept fer
eating, homework and sleepin'. But we kin hangout again...fer sur, an'time,
now...'kay?"
"Awright!" They all chimed in. They
sorta 'needed' Jamie, who was their fun time coordinator, leader and all
'round devious fucker. Thankfully, they hadn't seen him with his feet to the wall,
his ass in the air and Pete's cock polin' him to glory, moments ago.
Soon after the last shower was
turned off in the locker room, and things quieted as Jamie's mates made their way
to classes, he grabbed his pack, and was himself taking off through the locker
room to class. As he got to the door, it burst open, and an arm came across
his neck and chest, closed tightly around him and dragged him backward into the
locker room proper again, where he was lifted up on one of the benches.
Coughing and grabbing his neck as he was released, Jamie sadly saw he was in the
presence of Taylor...the senior who had shaved him t'other day.
As other seniors were moving past
them, Tay said, "Drop 'em faggot, and lessee's if you got any cock fuzz." Jamie
quickly opened his shorts dropping 'em and his brand new Mikey boxers. Taylor
nodded approval, doubled Jamie over with a finger snap to the kid's cockhead,
and then whisked him 'round to check his tail, pushing him over at the waist.
"Spread 'em cheeks, cuntboy."
Jame pulled his butt wide with both
hands, his shorts and boxers at his ankles while he stood, now in front of 8
or 9 other guys, including the crew he'd been having to pay in the 2d floor
boys room, and serve on the team bus 'n all. Jame's l'il butt looked clean of
stubble, but Taylor thought he caught the scent of cum, but then he got
distracted. Taylor smacked Jamie's butt hard, and then turned him to a couple of the
others who wound up and waled him, too. Spinning him around front again, Taylor
said, "Nice, boy....nice. Good job. I don't got no time fer you tuhday boy,
but I don't want you feeling bad that I ain't had times to feed yuh, hear?
We'll have plenty times fer that, eh?" he said, to a rapid nod from Jamie. Tay
grinned wickedly as he gripped Jamie's balls tight....tighter, and the kid just
sank to his haunches with tears filling his eyes.
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