Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 09:28:08 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 19
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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 19.
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.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 19.
Releasing Jame's balls, Taylor
let out with booming, "HA!" and then strode past the crouching boy hunched
against himself at the end of the locker bench. The others moved off to their
lockers as well, like nothin' had just happened.
Chancing a furtive glance, still
with his head down, to the left and right, and behind him, Jame stepped one
foot, then the other from the bench reaching for his pack at the same time and
made his way slowly for the door, while pulling his pants up haphazardly with
one hand.
To his questioning surprise, he was not yelled at, taunted or grabbed, or
even paid any attention, and was allowed to leave. He leaned heavily against the
wall outside and heaved a huge sigh, so needing to rub his throbbing balls,
got his pants zipped and made it off down the hall and to his next class.
The best thing of all for Jamie,
was that the underclassmen classes rarely intersected the upperclassmen, so
Jamie never had 'duty' with the older kids anywhere near where his old buds,
and regular classmates were...gym class being one of the exceptions. As a
result, Ryan, Chris, Andy and them were in the dark about Jame's new life.
The day went along without
incident, and Jamie got his butt home without any service. After a snack and a
snooze, Jamie woke refreshed, splashed his face flopped into the den chair and
dialed Chris. They arranged for a get together after dinner in the tent'n the
backyard. Chris was to call Andy, and then they'd each call some of the
others....Ryan, Trevor, Tyler and Connor, maybe.
Then, like a light went on, he
dialed Mikey's number.
"'Zat you fuckstick?" he growled into the phone as if he hadn't left off a
minute since he ordered Mike to line him up some cash to fund his own boysroom
blowjobs.
Mikey's insides jumped when he
heard his stepbrother's voice.....and his boycock went steel, "Yes, sir."
"Been gettin' any, faggot?"
Jamie laughed knowing something of the good times his father, Mike's neighbor
and uncle had played at with Mike.
Mike lied, saying,
"Ummm....no, sir?" in a kind of questioning response.
"I'm lookin to come over with
Dad this weekend, dude, so we kin have some good funnin', eh? And oh, yeh, tuh
colleck 'at money you'posed to be raisin' fer me. So you better have it, and
you better be keeping your cock and butt shaved and smoothe like a baby's ace,
still."
"Oh, yessir, Iyam, sir,"
Mikey quickly answered.
Jamie hung up leaving Mikey
begging for a response, "Hullo? Hullo?" till he finally just shook his head and
hung up himself.
Just after Jamie finished
dinner, there was Andy rapping on the door, with Chris...his spike-haired blond
'twin'. Andy of course was Chinese, and hardly Chris' twin, but they haired-up
alike and were always together. The kids fived it up and went on down the
stairs to the yard, and out to the tent.
They had put it up together in between circle jerks and sucks, before the big
weekend punkin' of Mikey. Even though the kids sex-played with each other,
Andy was the only gayboy. He'd do anything for his buds...and his mouth and ass
were theirs for the taking.
They took off for the back of
the yard and the tent, with Andy way in the lead. Just as they approached the
tent flap, Chris aired it out and tackled Andy on the fly, and they both
sailed through the flap onto the vinyl floor and slid all the way to the back of
the tent. Jamie ran in right behind them, and pulled them both back toward the
center by Andy's ankles in a frenzy. As he was yankin' on 'im, his hands
slipped and pulled Andy's sneaks off. Shit man, it wasn't seconds, and Andy's
naked with Chris on his back. Jamie's squatting in front of him lipsticking Andy
with his young six incher.
Andy just loves this stuff,
and smiles smacking his lips as Jamie grabs the back of his head and,
"Gwumphh!" he's faceplanted. Chris holds Andy's head and bobs it up and down, and up
and down. Pretty soon that bobbing boy's head, and swirling tongue muscle had
Jamie clenching his butt cheeks together, and bouncing up to pound him some
Andy boy puss. Ahh, getting off is the duty of every horny young dude, and Jamie
was keeping with the program.
"Fuck his face, man," Chris
cheered as he dry rut-fucked Andy's bare ass through his pants, getting more
excited by the second. Chris soon got out of his pants, and the went about
tonguing him some Chinese smile. "Ewwllluhuh," moaned Andy as Chris' tongue made
its first swipe up his squiggling moo goo gai crack. Pulling the kid's cheeks
apart, he burrowed back in and licked at the shadows around the winking boy
bud. Chris' blond, spikey haired head turned up, and he looked up at Jamie, and
they both glowed in a smile as they worked their pal literally into a
quivering mass of jelly.
Chris climbed on top of
Andy, leaned down into his neck, gritting his teeth as he hand-guided his 5+
inch steeled pud through Andy's asslips. Andy pulled off Jamie's prick,
"Ohhhhhhhhh, it hurts me Chrisssss.....I lovvvvvve it," Andy cried, But not for long,
"Ohhhhhhmmmfff!" Andy mummffled as Jamie reinserted his searing hot poker.
"You one hot l'il fucker
Andy-boy," Jamie was telling him. "I sure been missin' yur hot sucking
fuckmouth, you l'il tool," he said and then pulled his dick out of those Chinaboy
lips and waled it all over Andy's searching, jutting cock-seeking face. Andy
loved ever'thin'...even gettin' cocksmacked like that. "Fum now on, when I can't
get tuh see yuh, ahmena order take out," he yukked, and stuffed his steely cock
back into his bud's face, while squeezing his cheeks and sticking a finger in
the boy's mouth alongside his cock....working them both all around them mouth
innards, and pushing down hard on Andy's tongue till he "Accckk"ed.
For his part, Chris was
just rocking through Andypussy, while watching their fave, Jamie, go through
his act, toying with the kid's face. His mind wandered, thinking how Jame's
cock took control of its owner and how Jamie in turn took all their buds through
such funs....this tent fuck for one. Then, snapping to, Chris rocked into a
power rut of his best friend, bounce-fuckin' that little dude there on the
cool, slippery tent floor....which was turning into a hot plate slicked with boy
sweat.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Nnngggh!
Doooo....iiiiiiitttt! More! An' ohhhhh, Chris, man....FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!" Andy
howled yanking his face off and spitting out Jamie's 6" power pud.
Jamie went into full
lech, and grinned wide, teeth clenching, and yelled, "Fuck him, dude....fuck'a
little basturd....give it to'im!!!"
Chris sure didn't need
any pointers driving through that all too familiar toy tunnel, and banged his
now, legs-up buddy, face to face, across the tent floor, up on his toes now and
driving, without losing a stroke. (Jamie got a vivid reminder of
the fuckin' Pete gave him through the laundry that morning.) Jamie was up in
crouch moving backward, pulling Andy's upturned feet toward him, as they moved
relentlessly over the floor. Then Jamie started to guide them 'round in a
circle fuck-around, while pulling the kid's feet to his mouth and chewing down on
Andy's toes. Andy prob'ly didn't even know, what with, "Ohhh, oh, cumming man,
cummin'. Fuck you, China! Fuck youuuuuu!!!" Chris wailed and shot his gut
wracking cum down that cavern of boyjoy.
Chris bucked and
spasmed into the kid's upturned ass, and then at last collapsed on top of it, and
through the boy's legs.
"Whu..!" Chris gawked at being pulled off and out of Andy, thrown off to the
side, to the ground. When he got his bearings and looked up, there was Jamie's
big-ass grin looking down at him as he plugged him a buddy-cum sloppy boy
hole.
"Yahhhhhhh! Take it
faggot! Ahmena bang you tuh da moon, fucker! Ummmmm, Christy man, you done lubed
me up one hot fagboy cunt here, dude."
'Shlikk! Sccmkkk
Sssmkkk' Jamie rammed and jammed into his buddy's hole, with the determined look of
a workman behind a jackhammer. Meanwhile, Chris leaned over his dude buddy and
sucked him in a 4+ inch boy peter wresting it from Andy's self-pumping hand.
Andy swooned finally at getting some relief himself. Andy always gave himself
to his buds, for himself...and for them...and was often treated back with the
occasional suckoff. Thankfully, this was one of those times, and he arched up
rigid, with 2, then 3 quakes, and cummed him a furious gusher into Chris'
sucking mouth, and glupping swallowing throat. His butt-clenching sphinctering
inner tailhole, squeezed over and over on Jamie's surging prick and jerked the
boy off from the inside, bringing him off to a boy squealing teen creaming.
Breathlessly....Jamie
sucked wind, heaving, his squeezing fingers meshed between Andy's toes. He
pulled Andy's legs way wide, and gave him one more power hump. Andy grunted,
"Hrrummppff", and a 'lectric jolt to Jame's buried cock, rocked him back, and then
forward, to fall full on top of Andy...both of them sweated, clammy, chests
heaving. As Chris looked down on his buds, he smiled, enjoying the site of
long lost Jamie...and Andy getting so much funs. It was something they all felt
about each other...a need, maybe not love, but in fact of love of each other in
that special boy way.
After Jamie's call,
Mikey hung by the phone a while longer...just lingering...absently rubbing his
immediately rock-hard peter in his shorts. He buckled his legs with his
play....how Jamie made him so hot. Soooo hot! He was thinking of rubbin' off some
joy, when he thought of his uncle. "Ohhhh...mannnn! Unca Jimmy!" and Mikey was a
vapor trail out the door to Jim's place. He could be with Unca Jim anytime
anymore...he had told him....and, oh man, and Jamie's coming on the weekend!
Slowing down, he worked his hand into his pockets....squeezed....uhhhh....he
stumbled and almost fell down...."Ohhh, Jamie!" he whisper-moaned under his
breath...."Ohhh Jamie...."
As he got down the end
of the drive, "Hey, sport! Where you off to in such a state?" called Tom from
his front yard where he was pulling some weeds.
"Hi, Tom...uh...wuz
jus' headin' over the my uncle's."
"Com'ere son...we ain't
spent hardly any time these last weeks, tell me whutcha been up to, eh?"
Shrugging, Mike said,
"Nuthin' really...b-ball practice, weekends wit' Jamie's all, I guess," as his
hands found his softening peter, down in his pockets.
Tom didn't miss the
pocket pool scene, and invited Mike in for a soda. Mike shuffled over to him, and
with an arm around his shoulder as he stood, Tom leaned down and looked into
Mike's sorta sullen face, saying, "What is it, boy? You lookin' down."
"I dunno...jus' bored
a'guess," Mike said as Tom ushered him through the front door. Guiding them
down the hall to the kitchen and the fridge for a soda, Tom grabbed a beer for
himself. Turning, he sort of backed Mike into the end of the table, and as they
popped their cans, both smiled as they tapped them in a mock toast. A slug
each, and Tom put his beer down bringing his empty hand to Mike's butt, lifting
and easing the boy up onto the table. His hands came 'round Mike's waist, down
his thighs to his bare knees, where he let his fingers do the walking up and
under the edge of the legs of the jammer shorts Mike had on.
His left hand moved to Mike's neck and he squeezed and massaged as Mike's
eyes closed, his head tilted and rolled back right into the palm of Tom's hand.
Cupping it under he pressed between Mike's legs and chest Mike eased down on
his back right on top of the table. Pushing the boy forward on the sliding
tablecloth till his legs came up level on the edge, the rest was simple. Shirt,
pants, shorts, socks and sneaks were gone in short order and Mike's cock was at
the back of Tom's gwalking throat as he attempted to swallow him.
Mike was on such a
hair-trigger...his hardon refreshed and like steel, was already pulsing, and Tom
came off it right away. Looking down the length of that slim pinky white waist
stripe and golden body, Tom almost cummed himself.
He sat in the chair,
gazing up Mikey's legs, crotch, cock and trunk. He admired the smooth glory of
the boy's nakeds. His fingers meshed between Mike's toes, and squeezing, then
releasing, his palms closed around each foot, and smoothed their way up his
shins, as he rose out of the chair again. Over the thighs, thumbs into the
hairless crotch, under the balls, bouncing 'em, around the peter, rubbing his hands
together rolling Mikey's cock between them, got Mikey bouncing up and down on
the table top. Now palm-massaging the boy's belly, chest, tit-rolling, and
squeezing his neck up to and behind the ears. Mike's head rolled right then left
with the fabulous feel. Tom mouthed right back onto Mikey knowing the kid
could shoot 3 times easy in a half hour, so there'd be nothing lost if took him an
early creamer. His finger found Mikey's pucker as he glommed the boy's meat
this time with reckless and crazed abandon. His mind was screaming, "Gotta have
it....gotta, jus' gotta have me this toy dick!"
In seconds, he had
Mikey trembling and bouncing his tail off the table as he bucked into Tom's face
for all he was worth. Gettin' off is a boy's favorite thing....and boy did
Mikey get off!!! "Ahhhhhhhhh! Hah!
Aghh! Um. Nnnghhhhh.....cummmmminnnnnngggg!" he moaned gutturally....in
almost a whining growl. Tom sucked and swallowed, and gulped and glupped, and tried
to keep up with the kid's pumping prick....finally losing the battle to a
dribble of the residual that oozed into Mikey's bare pussy patch. Breathless, and
still glucking, Tom came off Mikey's prick and seeing the creamy drizz he'd
lost, just licked it up, and gave Mikey's dick another tongue swipe picking off
a silvery bubble at the piss hole. Mike's whole body jerked again with the
tipdick touch, and was still in rolling spasms from his wondrous getoff. The boy
was swooning there in the light of the late afternoon sunlight streaming
across the table and the golden boy offering on it.
Tom's finger re-entered
Mikey's bung, as he dropped his own pants and boxers. He slid Mike toward him
on the table. He smiled him the most lecherous smile as he pulled Mikey by
his hole to him, and then as the kid slid on the tablecloth Tom actually slid
Mike right onto his cock....plugging the head in the boy with some effort. Tom's
cock was one meaty piece, at 7 inches and very big around. When Tom sank into
Mike's channel, Mikey KNEW it! His legs came up in a jerking reflex, bent at
the knees, his toes first splayed wide, and then curled under and tight to the
balls of his feet. The steady surge through Mikey, was exhilerating as the
steady friction fevering the walls of his toybox sent electric charges from his
hairs to his toes. At first Mikey's dick went totally limp, but by the time
Tom bottomed Mike, with his curlies to the kid's ass, Mike was rock hard again.
Whutta a fuckin' Tom gave him. He picked him up off the table and
bounce-fucked him airborne as he whirled around the kitchen and then walked through the
rooms bouncing the boy to Mike's, "uh! Ungh! Ngh! Uh!" grunting, and wild cries
of delirium. He banged him on his weight bench....his window seat....the
hassock....and at last sitting in his easy chair, he helped Mikey boff his own butt
on that boypleaser till they were both ready for orbit.
Tom jacked Mike's cock
while he bounced him up and down, and Mike rocker forward and back over Tom's
joyrod. Over and over and again and again, and Mike's tongue flopped around in
and out of his mouth. He breathlessly reached his second boyoff, as Tom's
monster prick ballooned inside his hole and he went rigid, straining every
muscle, he shot rope after creamy rope of manspunk up into Mikey for him to enjoy
when he licked it back out of him.
Mikey's cum shot all
around and all over them..faces, chests, crotches, and Tom pulled and pulled
till Mikey begged, "Pleeeeeese....pleeeeeese Tom, I can't.....take it.....toooooo
muccchh!" he wheezed, and still bucking on Tom pole, Mikey fell into Tom's
shoulder, whimpering like a little puppy.
After several minutes,
which seemed like hours, Tom nibbled the kids's ear, and said, "So
uhotboyu....uwanna fuck?"
Without a word, Mike
nodded, 'Yes', into Tom's shoulder, and in they went, boy pleaser still in
place, for Tom's guest bedroom...the scene of their other funtime at Tom's house.
Just off a powerful cum, Tom could fuck Mikey for an hour with out
blowing....and he DID! Tom had to have sprung something in that mattress the way he tried
to drive Mikey through it. Mike was grunting the whole time on his belly as he
took Tom's rammer for a good half hour of stammer-wailing boy-fuckin' like
nuthin Mikey'd had yet...from nobody! Mikey shot him his 3d wad, into the spread
with that constant dick-rubbin' friction he got along with his boy-spot being
joyed from inside him by the 'hog from hell'.
Then he got flipped
over, and Tom reamed him face to face for another half hour ending with them both
shooting off again, Tom jacking Mikey's pud and making the kid bounce his ass
up and down faster and faster and squeezing on Tom's power pumper so goooood,
that he came off again, to their gasping almost silent squeals of joy.
Sealed in sweat they
lay quiet for long moments, till Tom slid back, and out of Mikey. His horsedong
was streaked in cumslick which he instinctively grip-wiped with his hand,
sucking it off in big slurpy swipes of his tongue. That was just the appetizer
though for he pushed Mike's legs all the way up, airing out his cummy fuckhole,
and after a long moment of admiration, Tom shoved his face in there and ate his
cockshot and Mikey juice right out. In a few seconds of driving man rasper
swirling inside his bung and tickling his asslips, Mikey was kicking, squealing
and pounding his fists to the bed like he had an unreachable itch. Though not
nearly planned, while Tom ate the boy spunker out, he wrapped a hand around
his dork and brought the little fucker off for the fifth time....like he hadn't
gotten off all day. Gasping and sucking for air, in his cum frenzy, Mikey
blowed another spray all over them, to both their maximum joy.
This time, Tom licked
everything up immediately like a starved puppy, from prick to tits, and pulled
Mikey to him, the boy's legs around him, ankles locking, and carried him into
the shower with their tongues dueling inside each other's mouth. Clean and
squeaky, they walked the house naked holding hands, to the kitchen and their
clothes, to get Mike dressed and home.
Mikey floated across
the driveway to his house, and promised Tom he'd be over for breakfast next
morning, since Tom would be alone the next day, if he could, before school. He
sort of waddled and his mind went gooey...but man, it wasn't for having a butt
fulla jam....Tom's tongue and the shower took care of that....he just kept
feelin' that big cock surging relentlessly through his toolbox over and over,
and.......over......
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