Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2003 17:17:15 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 2

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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. Chapter
2. MIKEY, STEPDAD, UNCA JIMMY, AND TOM

Pulling down the covers, he eased Mike down onto the bed. As the boy lay to
his pillow, and Ed reached for the covers, Mike looked into Ed's eyes. Since
Mike's mom had married Ed, Mike always called him by his name. He raised his
foot to hold the covers down, and raised both knees. He reached up with both
arms, pulling his stepfather down, "Daddy, oh, Daddy......please....." Ed was
hard! Mike was hard! Mike raised up his legs and his feet lay on Ed's
shoulders. Ed's knee bent to his bed, he gripped his mantool.........

 Chapter 2. Mikey, Stepdad, Unca Jimmy, and Tom

....and Mikey's arms raised to Ed's neck and pulled his stepdad to him. Ed's
thighs meshed with Mike's, and his big, hard cock lay over Mike's balls. The
kid's dick was hard, tight against his belly. Ed leaned in, and down, and
licked it. Mike spasmed, and jerked up, eyes big as saucers. He looked into
Ed's eyes, and tears filled his eyes as he pleaded, "Daddy, oh
daddy......fuck meee!"
 Ed's eyes welled up, too, from the sheer joy he was getting...and giving to
his 'newly found' son. Mike's hand took Ed's cock and pushed it back toward
his boyhole. It was Ed's turn to spasm, now. His heart was racing, and racing
faster. He could feel it pound in his ears. He gripped his manprong, and slid
all the way home to Mikey's squealing glee!
 As Mike kicked his feet from the inner somersaults he took, Ed grabbed them
at the ankles, and rubbed their both bottoms, toes to his cheeks, then ran
them right up his face and head, and the boy locked them behind his 'new'
dad's neck, pulling Ed down closer to him.
 Ed slid all the way out to his cock helmet's ridge.....then held. He smiled
at his boy, who smiled back in a beautiful golden glow.
 With a steady, "Sklkkkkk," Ed slid all the way home again, while Mikey, gave
a huge sigh as the wind was literally fucked out of him. Ed continued on down
to lock tongues and lips with Mike. He sucked hard on Mike's tongue, and Mike
tightened his pussy around Ed. God, did Ed love that! Two hours ago, Mikey
didn't even know from sex....and now he was cockhound.
 Ed started to butt-flex short strokes into his pussyboy, while he lay chest
to chest with Mike. Soon, his heat took him, and gripped his mind, his soul,
his cock! Oh, he pulled up with Mike's feet still tight behind his neck. The
sweat was building, dripping and puddling in Mikey's belly button, dripping
off the boy's sides to the sheet.
 As Ed fired into a frenzied fuck of his young boy man, Mike started to
grunt, and grunt and moan and grunt in rapid-fire, " Uh, uh, un, uh, nnn,
ugh, D-ad, o-uh-oh, fu-uh-uck-in, uh, Da-uh-dee-eee."
 Ed was out of his mind now, sweat pouring, body surging, butt pummeling that
boy into new glories never known before. 'Emmck, eerk, eerk, eerk', sounded
the bed. As he raised Mikey's legs and butt higher, his feet pushed hard
against the foot board, and for the next several moments, Ed bounce-fucked
Mikey to new heights off that bed, and into the fuckin' headboard. Ed glared
into Mikey's face, and sneered, "Fuck you! Fuck you, you little bastard!
 "Ahhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnnnghh, feelsogood, oh, Daddy....." Ed watched as Mikey's
spooge shot right into his nose, and he choked and gagged. That gave Ed that
extra little butt squeezing he needed to throw him into his wildest mancum in
10 years.
 "Aiiiiiihhhhhhhh, huhhh, ohmyboy, ohmifuck, uh, huh," Ed joyed, as his cum
shot up Mikey's poop chute. He just pulsed and pulsed, and cummed and
cummed.....and cummed.
He gave his boy a big daddy kind of smile, and palm smacked Mikey's belly,
making the boy bounce again. Then he saw a frown creep over Mike's face, and
he turned his head to the side away from Ed. Ed reached down, and pulled his
chin back so he could look at him face on. Tears were streaming down Mike's
cheeks. 'Comeon, boy, we just had a greatest fuck. Daddy loved you, son.
Don't cry on me."
 "Daddy......those things you screamed at me....you hate me?"
 "Oh no, baby," he said, as he finger wiped the eyes and tears of that pretty
kid. "That's man lovin' boy. Means "I fuck you', boy. And that's Daddy's love
cry for you, get it?" he continued, as he made a fake right hook to Mike's
jaw.
 Slowly, a big smile crept over Mike's face, and he pulled Ed to him, for a
kiss. This day brought also the first ever kisses between stepdad and son. As
Ed lay lightly, for long moments, he realized Mike was breathing long, smooth
breaths....he was sound asleep.
Gently, Ed slid out of his boy, and sitting back on his heels he reached down
to collect the ooze from Mike's boycunt. He licked a little off his fingers,
then rubbed and massaged the rest all over Mike's balls, cockhair, and dick.
Then with a final squeeze to Mike's cock, he stepped off the bed, covered
Mike, and padded into the shower.
 That night Mike's mother was beside herself with how her son and husband
were getting along; like they'd never done before. Stepdad and son caught
each others' eyes and smiles all though dinner like little lovebirds.
 After dinner, a little TV, newspaper for Ed, and the evening wore on. Mike's
mom came in to say good night to them, at about 10:30, and Ed told her the
ball game would be over soon, and he'd be up soon, too.
 "Mikey, tomorrow I have my custody visit with my Jamie, and we'll be staying
there in Oden all day....depends on what Jamie wants to do."
 Ed's birth son, Jamie was 14, and Ed saw him every weekend, alternating
between both their houses.
 This never mattered before to Mike, who accepted but didn't join in with
Jamie much. And when Ed spent the day at Oden, Mike sometimes didn't even
notice. Tonight, something was different. Mike first had a shocked look on
his face, then a bit of pout. He sunk into the chair and stared into the
TV....not seeing anything.
 Ed said, "Look, buddy, I love Jamie...and I love you. I owe him a Dad, son.
Understand?"
Mike didn't even look up. There was a little shuffling and rustling over
where Ed was sitting in the big easy chair. Ed said, again, "Understand, son?"
 When Mike looked up, he got the biggest fuckboy grin on that 15 year old
puss. Ed was sitting there with his pants and shorts at his feet, legs
spread, and his big 7" mantool standing up, held at the root, by his circled
finger and thumb.....wigglin'.
 Mike jumped up and started to drop his pants....and Ed put his finger to his
lips for quiet, and made the twisting motion for him to lock the door.
Holding his pants up with one hand, Mike duckwalked to the door, and then
back, letting his pants drop to his feet. He kicked 'em off, and barefoot
since this afternoon, moved toward Ed's chair. Ed leaned forward, and took
the boy's T-shirt off over his head, and said, "Climb up my little man, and
take a ride."
 Mike grinned the cutest boy grin, ear-to-ear, and stepped onto the seat
cushion, first one foot, then the other, holding onto both Ed's hands. Half
in a squat, Ed cradled the boybutt, and pulled on the boy's hand to guide him
down. Down and down and hover and touch and open and push and sit harder, and
throuuuuuuugh, and dowwwwwwwwn. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," they both sighed, exhaling,
with Mike's being more a gasp then sigh, but mostly pleasurable,
 Ed and Mike kissed, and Ed pulled back and said, "So, you're giving me a
goin' away fuck, boy?"
 Mike nodded vigorously, up and down several times, smiling, bouncing on his
Dad's cock. "Can I say, "'Fuck you!, boy?"
 "Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" and Mike was already bobbing on
his dad's boypleaser. Mike started to really bound up and down like a bronco
buster. His head was flopping around like a bobble-head doll. His tongue hung
out. A string of spit-drool hung down and down reaching for the boy's own
cock, which his dad was pumping for him now.
 Ed now took Mike's hands and pushed back, and back, and the boy was going
over backward, head toward the floor, bending Ed's rooted tool. Ed now slid
forward, and as Mike's head and shoulders bottomed, the boy's feet simply
came right up mechanically, and after gripping Mike's ankles tightly, he
rough-licked the bottoms of both feet. Mike's feet automatically curved...his
toes curled, and Ed leaned into his stepboy with renewed power, really fucked
the breath of the young cuntboy.
 Ed was amazed as he looked down in frenetic rut, and saw his stepson show
him a smiling swoon. Mikey went all gooey, as he tightened his butt muscles
on that daddycock.
 Ed leaned back, and put one muscled boy leg over the other, and keeping him
balled to root, he turned his boy onto his stomach....yanked him back into
his crotch by his slender hips, knocking the wind right out of Mike,
"Ughhchhphh."
 Then, like he just started, Ed leaned into his boy, and ravaged his ass like
he hadn't been fucked all day. This third daddyfuck of the day, was by far
the most lust-driven, raging manpoling the boy had taken, including the ones
he took from Uncle Jimmy and his neighbor, Tom, earlier that afternoon...
....and he fuckin' loved it!
 They both cummed as their voices reached hushed, closed mouth crescendo. Ed
fucked so hard, and squeezed his load off with such power, he had
stress-tears in his eyes. Mike had tears streaming down his cheeks from utter
boyfuck joy, and the new love he felt for his stepfather.
 As the glow wore off, Ed rubbed his son's belly and massaged his chest.
Shaking his head clear, he reached behind him for their clothes, plopped then
into their still-connected crotches. He rose, still rooted in Mike, pulling
the boy up to kiss him and Mike lay his head into Ed's neck and shoulder. Ed
unlocked the door, and still flexing his semi-hard rod inside Mike's ass, he
walked Mike to his room, and as he laid him down, his prick finally slid from
the boy. Looking up, Mike, reached for his stepdad's cock and wrung the last
of his the dogwater and buttslime into his hand. As he looked into his dad's
face, he licked it off his hand.
 In renewing lust, his cock pumping full again, Ed turned and left, his heart
pounding. God, he wanted to fuck his boy....again. How he wanted to take him
again. Sighing he entered his bedroom, where his wife was sound asleep.
 Next morning, Ed was off to spend time with his son, Jamie, and Mike rolled
out around 10:30, and after a breakfast toast snatch, hit the drive with his
basketball. Before he even worked up a sweat, his neighbor, Tom showed up.
Mike passed him the ball, and they began a little pick-up, one-on-one. After
a few minutes, Tom waved to his wife, who was backing out the drive on her
way to do a little shopping. As she drove from sight, Tom took the ball, and
with it under his arm, he moved up to Mikey. There was no mistaking that
look. Even Mike, with his grand total of 19 hours of personal sexual
experience, knew what he was seeing in Tom's face. As Tom came up him, he
leaned into the boy's face, an arm around his shoulder. The ball dropped from
under his other arm, and rolled away. Tom put a finger to Mikey's lower lip.
Mike's head leaned back as he looked into Tom's eyes. The finger slipped into
his mouth. As his tongue wrapped around it, Tom started to walk Mikey toward
his backyard. Another, and another finger and Mike was in a trance. Soon MIke
was on his butt behind Tom's privacy hedge with Tom's mantool deep in his
mouth....Tom pulled Mikey's head back and forth over his mancock with both
hands.
"Um, umm, unnnnn, suck me you little fuck, suck it."
 Mike had the same frown he got from the tough language he got with Ed the
night before. But then, relaxed remembering Ed said, it just man love, and
resumed the feverish man suck he was giving. Tom came hard then, and held the
boys face into his pubes till he was drained.
 "Ohh. God, boy! You've got a beautiful fuck mouth. I gotta have that a lot
son. Let's see to it," he said, as he helped Mike up with a helping hand. As
he gave Mike a light spank, he walked the boy into the house, and right into
a little used, back room they used as a guest room.
 With little prelim, Tom said, "Get you naked, kid."
 Mike was little surprised at the rougher tone Tom had, compared to
yesterday, and not nearly kindly like Ed had been.
 Tom was naked in a flash, and as Mike stuck his finger inside his sock
elastic, Tom just pushed him backward on the bed on his butt. As the boys
legs bounced up, Tom grabbed Mike by both socks and whipped them both off,
with kid's feet hitting the floor. Tom pushed the rest of the kid onto the
bed and turned him to his belly. As Tom got on the bed, he kneeled and with
his knees wide, sitting back of his heels, he gripped Mikey by his calves,
and yanked the kid to his cock....gripped, aimed and then gave a one-handed
yank and impaled the kid, who yelped in surprise, and a little pain from the
rawness.
 It wasn't pretty. He fucked that kid in a wild rage from start to finish.
Mike was moaning, crying, grunting, pounding his fists, and kicking his legs
in both fear and lust.
 After Tom fucked the cum out of both of them, he turned the kid over, and
just kept going. He rose up and pounded down into Mike with renewed strength
and power. He was stretched out, into a slanted pushup fuck of Mike's asshole.
 "Uh uh uh uh uh, ungh unnnn, oh fuck me, fuckme, fuck meeeeeeeee!!" Mike
pleaded. Ravaged as he was, the little cockhound needed this bad.
Mancock....was all he needed!
 Tom flopped down on the bed, and fell asleep, next to Mike. True to his
unraveling nature, Mike turned around, and crawled into Tom's pubes and
licked his prick of his own butt juice. Then, he looked longingly down at his
neighbor's naked boy...his cock....picked up his clothes, and while pulling
them on, slipped from the doorway, and made his way outside, and back over to
his own house, and his basketball.
 Practicing his foul shots, he was lost in concentration as the car pulled
up. He didn't realize his stepdad had come back till the door slammed.
 Mike jumped with start, breaking his concentration, and looked out,
squinting from the sun, and then gave a weak smile when he saw Ed's son,
Jamie, was with him. The boys liked each other, as maybe distant not oft-seen
cousins. When together they were sort of, parallel, not buddy on.
 Jamie wore a dark-haired crew cut, sweet looking kid. Good tone, firm,
fourteen. Could handle himself in all sports equally. Mike power-passed the
ball to him, and Jamie, snagged it one-handed, on the run, dribbled up to
Mike in 2 steps, whirled and laid it up, high fivin' himself as he landed
with a big shit-eating grin at Mike. Ed, joined the boys in a shoot around,
till Ed said, "Mike, Jamie wants to spend the day and the overnight here,
since there was nothin' doing special over in Oden, today. How's that?"
 Mike nodded, and shrugged, "Okay wit me, Ed,"
 Wphoo! Ed picked that up. Last night Mikey was screaming Daddy! now he's
just Ed. But Ed had a plan.
 "Let's set up the tent, guys, and we'll eat and sleep out tonight, make a
fire...portable TV, and stuff....whatta you say?" Ed asked.
 Ed was shocked. Both kids lit up, looked at each other, and slapped hands.
They had never, ever, done that.
 Was that afternoon fast. The tent, the grill, lantern, sleeping bags, TV on
with all the Saturday sports. They were truly having a great boys' day. They
wore their asses out with whiffle ball, basketball, and even threw the
football around. The kids were a sweaty, smelly mess by early evening, and
Mike said he was taking a shower, and walked toward the house. Jamie looked
to his dad, questioning, and pointing to himself, meaning, could he take a
shower, too. "Go on, son...if you want."
 Jamie ran and caught up to Mike, "Okay if I get a shower, too, Mike."
 "Sure, Jame, comeon," he said as they went through the door.
 As they got to the bathroom, Jamie sort of held back waiting for Mike to
strip and take his shower. Mike dropping his boxers, said, "It's okay, bud,"
waving him in the doorway. If you want, we can do like lockerroom and both
shower at the same time.
 Jamie said, "Yeh, fine, I'll join you then."
 "Sure," Mikey said, as he turned on the water and stepped in. Seconds later
Jamie's golden tan body slipped in behind Mike. Mike was using the soap and
Jamie waited. Over his shoulder he handed Jamie the soap and said, "Do my
back, bud?"
 Jamie did, and as Mike turned to rinse, Jamie moved under the spray soaping
himself, and handing the soap over his shoulder. Without asking, Mike washed
Jamie's back.
 As Jamie turned facing Mike, he couldn't miss Mike's cock snapped hard
against his belly.
Kids of fourteen are pretty worldly, and Mike's rod was an alarm bell.
Jamie'e eyes went from Mike's dick, up to his eyes, s-l-o-w-l-y. Their eyes
met. Jamie's brow had a slight questioning furrow, which turned into a wide,
then wider smile, as he saw Mike turned crimson from his face down his
neck.....and he even thought he saw Mike's eyes well up. He wasn't sure
because of water still dripping from his hair. Jamie came right up into
Mike's face, and eyed him up, thisclose. Mike sniffled, and wiped his nose
and eyes with the back of his hand. Jamie had taken his other hand, and then
grinning broadly again, he put Mike's hand to his dick, and fitted Mike's
fingers completely around the now bulking boy rod.
 Without saying a word, still keeping the coaxing smile, he nodded at Mikey,
and looked down, and nodded 3 quick times, again. With the slightest tug on
Mike's arm, he started to lean over. Jamie put his other hand on the boy's
neck and pressed Mike right down to his knees. Jamie didn't play around
anymore, and just pressed his hardened meat to Mike's slowly opening lips. In
he went. This apparently was not new to Jamie. He didn't react wildly to the
first touch of boy tongue to boy cock. No knee buckling...no Ooohs... no
Ahhhs....just face hump fuckin' is all.
 Then he surprised Mike, and pulled his dick from the kid's mouth. He got
down on his knee, facing Mike, almost nose to nose. "You fuck, kid?"
 Mike was stunned at the sound of those words. Jamie grabbed his shoulders
with both hands, shook him, nothin'. Then shaking him again, he asked louder,
"I asked you sunthin', kid. You fuck?"
 Jamie pulled Mike's knees forward and made him stretch his legs out, with
Mike now sitting in the base and back of the tub. Jamie grabbed his legs,
threw them over his shoulder and with power pud, steeled, he clenched his
jaw, gritting his teeth, and slid his cock right up Mikey's shithole to his
balls. Realizing how easily he slid home, he looked down into Mike's tearing
face, telling the shamed boy, "You fuck all right, cocksucker. It feels like
all you do is fuck. You're gonna like being Jamie's older brother fuck and
suck slave. Yeaaaa-aaah. Fuck and suck slave. Let' s plan on us fuckin' your
balls off tonight, and we'll have you come over to my house next weekend. Boy
what a time I'm gonna have planned for you. Now dickwad, I'm gonna pump you
right till the second I shoot, then I'm yanking it into your cocksucking
mouth...and goddam it you better make it feel like your pussy.....got it? I
wanna fuckin' scream from how good it feels, fucker, scream."
 Mike quickly, vigorously, fearfully, nodded that he 'got it', and started
meeting Jamie's pumping prick with his own humping lustfilled boypussy.  Man
did Jamie ever pick up on that.
 "Go, you slut motherfucker, finish yourself off. Slide that twat over my
boyrod. Happy me boy! Happy me, goddam you!" Mike was choking on his own spit
from working himself so hard, and sucking breaths in so feverishly.
 "Ahhhhohhhlllleeee! You fucker....get that cuntmouth ready........" Jamie
leaned in, yanking his cock back and then slid right over Mike's chest to his
face, and shoved a shooting 6 inch boytool into his 'almost' stepbrother's
mouth. "Fuckin' twat! You missed a shot....but I scooped it up with my
finger, pussylips," Jamie gleefully reported, as he fed the goop right into
Mike's mouth along side his still pulsing kidcock.
 Jamie slammed his palm down on Mike's belly, a lot like Ed had slammed him
last night,  pounding the air out him. "You are one good fuck, kid. One good
fuck!!! he yelled, as he slammed his chest this time. "I figure you'll serve
me all night tonight and tomorrow morning pussy. Let's wash off, get dry, and
let's see what I want you to wear the rest of the night. We'll check your
room. Well, we'll be sleeping in the tent tonight. But from now on, custody
visits here, your room is mine....your bed is mine.....your clothes are mine.
Hurry up, I want to see if you got any clothes I like so I can pack 'em for
my trip home in the morning. By the way...those sneaks out there on the
floor? They're mine."

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