Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 07:48:43 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 21

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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 21


Raising him above the toilet, they plunged his feet down in the
piss-water....dunking his feet over and over, up and down, splashing the toilet water all
over the place as they plowed his feet into it. They almost dropped him they
were laughing so hard....and the look on Jamie's face..... priceless. Then they
took him out of there, sat him in the urinal...and flushed it. In stitches,
the six boys slapped hands, half of them missing each other for their convulsing
hysterics, and hit the door for class.
                                                           Jamie watched the
flushed and refill water pouring over his cock and bubbling up between his
thighs to the floor from his seat in the urinal. The door slammed shut. He was
alone...pissed at, fucked in, cummed over, jacked on, and flushed....and it
wasn't even 8 AM! He still had Pete and gym to look ahead to, and Brady and god
knows what, tomorrow...alllll night! And in between, he still had another date
with these fuckers in the morning...right fuckin' here!!!! At least they didn't
flush his clothes and steal his sneakers....this time. As he dried himself
with paper towels, and started to pull his clothes on, he thought, "Why bother
pay them the whole $5, plus the $2 he was short, tomorrow? They're still gonna
wale his tail and fuck his brains out..yehhhhh....he'll bring just bring a few
dollars like today." Hmmmmm.

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 21

   After passing up 'breakfast' with Tom that morning, Mikey had a routine
day at Willow. JV b-ball in the afternoon was uneventful, and the coach was
working some new plays around Mikey's deft ball handling so their opponents
couldn't defend against him since his reputation had been spreading.
   Mike had done very well to date stalling around in the gym, taking extra
free-throw practice and stuff, so that when he hit the showers he'd be last,
and with the towel around him, he could cover his 'hairless' state. Anyways,
that was his routine, and today was no different....no different that is, except
for Graig, who bopped into the shower after Mikey was soaped and rinsed.
    Seems that Graig had been in to see the coach while Mikey was out in the
gym putting in his 'extra' practice.
    In his innocence, Mikey took his last turn under the rinsing spray, and
bared his hairless pubes to a gawking Graig, who stopped short in the center of
the tiled floor. "'Sup wit'chu, dude? You some kin'a queer?"
    Mikey's heart almost stopped....well, it was actually beating a mile a
minute as his face flushed, and his hands moved instinctively to cover his
groin. Graig was not to be denied, bold young fucker that he was. He stalked right
over to Mikey's stall and grabbed his hands away...."Wheeoooo! You really done
it. You shaved! Shaved yer cockhairs! Hey GUYS!" he hollered out to the
lockers...."Check'iss out!!"
    Mikey was dyin'. He turned to the wall, but Graig wrapped his arms around
him, and spun him around just as the other kids crowded into the shower room
entrance.
    Another of the bolder kids, Terry,  parted the others and stepped forward
saying, "Bring the little fag over here Graig."
    Stutter-steppin' across the wet floor, Graig pushed Mikey, kicking behind
his legs to advance him, with the boy's arms locked behind him and his dick
swingin' in the breeze drawing even more attention to his 'special' state.
    The kids all liked Mikey, and didn't have a mind to make trouble for him,
but who knows where kid cruels are gonna take 'em at a given moment. "So
tell, Mike. Why'dju do it, man?" one of the others called out.
    For some stupid reason, Mike never worked out a response if he got
caught...which was inevitable. He just stood there trying to answer, and with
quivering lips, trembling there naked and sopping wet in front his completely
dressed teammates....nothin' came out. His status based on his sheer ability drew
respect, and he drew on it right then....forcefully yanking himself free of
Graig's hold, with an extra elbow to the kid's belly in the process....and pushed
and shoved kids this way and that breaking through to the lockers....as he
said, "I felt like it...'at's all! 'Snobody's business!"
    The others fell back in together and watched his naked butt disappear
into the row of lockers. They all looked at each other, some shrugging, others
not pleased about being shoved, and Graig and Terry who were tight, caught each
other with determination all over their faces. Terry was the biggest player,
and his 'fag' talk wasn't lost on Mikey, who knew there was an unsaid rivalry
between the two. Mikey literally robbed Terry of the team leadership with his
super playmaking, when normally a kid of Terry's size and talent would be THE
stud.

    Back at Oden, things were getting more crazy for Jamie. His day went
surprisingly well after the toilet flush piss drill he got that morning. The team
manager Pete, let him off without even demanding a handjob...nuthin'. Nobody
screwed with him between classes or anything. He was home free for the whole
day! Pete was busy that afternoon during varsity practice, and Coach told Jame
to be on hand to handle manager duties in Pete's absense. "Piece a' cake,"
Jamie said to himself. He'd get the activities late bus home after cleanup, and
have the night to himself....no buggerin' no nuthin'.

    The practice went like clockwork....shootaround and play drills...Jamie
had the first aid gear, tape and towels on hand and was prepared for any team
needs. He and Pete had gotten the practice uniforms all ready for the team and
the balls were all double checked, as were the backboards and nets.

     Coach whistled the kids to the showers and Jamie went about gathering
everything for the laundry or the storage bins. Then his final deal was to
collect the practice gear and towels for the wash bin. When he was finished with
the general storage, the team would be stripped and in the showers or out
getting dressed and stuff, so all he had to do was go from locker row to locker row
with the bin and pick up everything. Other than a butt smack here, towel snap
there, he made it to the last row, and then someone snagged his waist band and
yanked him down to the that last bench. He looked up and laughed when he saw
it was Connor's big brother, Baylor. "Hey you, boy," Baylor said with that big
wide grin of his. "Does Connor know whut you up to wit' da team, heah?"
     "Whut, Bayl?" Jamie asked, stalling, getting sweaty.
     "Come on, man. You been ever'body's mouth and ass since that last road
game, boy....and guess who you DIDN'T take care of? Annnd, who hasn't even
said, BOO! to your buds about your queerass? ME...that's who. But I think you need
to be comin' 'cros't fer ol' Baylor....NOW. How's 'bout it?" Baylor said
squeezing and easing and squeezing thick fingers on the back of Jame's neck,
pushing the boy's head back and forth while he spoke.
     Without saying any more, Baylor took Jamie's hand and covered over his
meaty black cock with it....closing Jamie's fingers around it. Jamie felt it
jerk in his hand. The big foreskin was oozing back right there in his palm as
Baylor hardened. "When my big boy down there peeks out boy, le's have you give
it a big surprise welcome kiss," said Baylor.
     Oh mannnnn. That big prick popped through the foreskin like a black
sno-cone, and Baylor shoved Jame's face right down, and yelled, "Kiss it, faggot!"
     The other kids, in various stages of dress, stopped with knowing smiles,
to watch the action most of them had already had at least once, in some way,
with Jame in the last week. Jamie pursed his lips and "Sssmookk!" gave
Baylor's slimey cockhead an open mouthed kiss as it breached his foreskin. Then some
of the kids watchin' sucked in a breath when that huge black prick disappeared
up Jamie's face.
     "Gweeeuowlkk! Gukkk! Skwawlk!" Baylor pulled Jamie's gagging mouth off
and turned his face up to look into it, got that big toothy grin on him again,
"Huh! Uh-huh! Hacgh!" Jamie's breath sucked in. Then his head was turned back,
down and over that shiney oozing prick again. With one hand still holding
part way around Bay's cock, his head was driven down over and over by both
Baylor's hands, and soon the huge naked body bucked up and again and once more and
then Jame's face sank even lower into Baylor's pubes. The only things moving
were Jamie's cheeks, vacuum suckin' in and his gullet gulpin' and glulppin' as
fast as it could sucking out that black boy's wad of ramjam. Not one kid in
that aisle moved! The silence was deafening except for the faint muffled
glulcking deep down in Jamie's throat.
      Then as if every boy there had gotten off himself ( bet there was a
couple, too ) there was a huge collective sigh....every sucked-in boy breath
released at once, when Jamie's flushed, sweaty, face was pulled up by his matted
blond hair. Thin strings of cumspit still hung from his somewhat swollen lips.
Baylor broke into another big smile and said, "Goooood boy. You a gooood boy,
Jame." Then covering Jamie's hand, still wrapped 'round his cock, Baylor
wagged his beer can cock, and said, "Nes' time boy....we all gonna see how good you
rides!"
      Jame's stunned look was priceless, and he sorta shook his head no...and
yes all together, and Baylor stood the boy up, and spanked his ass a
resounding shot that sent Jamie out into the main aise, rubbing his tail, looking back
open-mouthed at Baylor. He tripped over the wheel of the laundry bin, almost
falling into it, drawing a laugh from all the kids. They were all relieved in
a funny kinda way that the show was over, and needed to break out. You could
hear all the locker room jabber build up again as Jamie made his way through
the double doors and out to laundry and storage area.....and quiet again....for
Jame.
    Several of the players, looked at each other, then at the back of Jamie
as he went through doors. A couple smiled....others just looked as if to say.
"Whutup?"

    Whutta mess.  How'd he get himself in such a fix?
    Well...he damn well knew...and he even felt the slightest twinge of guilt
for having tried to sell Mikey's ass that night of the Oden-Willow game. He
was starting to feel sorry for himself. What he did didn't deserve this much
abuse...did it?
    The strain was getting to him now...it'd  been 10 minutes since the kids
left him there in the shower...naked...his wrists taped high onto the feeder
pipe in the shower...his toes just touching the floor with just a little
support....his upper arms and shoulders were burning from his weight. He tried not
to sway or fidget to keep the pain to the absolute minimum. Sweat beaded over
his entire body...he could feel it even between his toes when he wiggled them.
    His eyes were covered by the waist band of his boxers the team had put on
his head, then pissed on. He could smell the rancid piss dripping from them
down his face and neck....the chills he got when a stream ran all the way down
his back or chest....
    There was something...he felt a warmth at his back....there was no
mistaking now, he felt hot breath at his neck...someone was there with him, behind
him....ohhhhh...up against him now.....naked. One of the kids must have stayed
behind....to release him a last!! O-r-r-r-r-r, to maybe put him through his
paces all private like, here in the boys locker room shower....all alone...just
the two of them... ....and with Jamie unable to move....object or avoid it.

     Hot rough hands smoothed palms down around his neck, slipping to his
collar bone, over to his arms, then all the way up to his wrists and smoothing
back down to his armpits again. They now worked their way to his pecs, fingers
pinching his nips, and still down his chest and belly. The warmth of the naked
flesh to his back felt so soothing, the hands on his trunk made him shiver. As
the body pressed to him, he felt a hardness in his crease....the hands
caressed his balls, and rolled them over and over. One hand moved to grasp Jamie's
rockhard pistol.... squeezed.... released....pumped up and back....
     Jamie shuddered....ohhhh it felt so gooooooood. The full body press and
caress had eased the tension on his taped wrists, and much of his weight was
being held up by the hot flesh behind him.
     Out of control as he was, Jamie sought to find out who his benefactor
was...."Is it you, Taylor.....sir?" he whined. When there was no answer, he
worried he might insult his would be helper if it wasn't Taylor, and then he
rattled through names of most of team, and the kids from the 2d floor boysroom
deal....to no avail.
     In a rough sounding, hoarse whisper hot to his left ear, the 'flesh'
spoke, "You really like cock, boy, dontcha? You been doin' all 'em kids, huh?"
     Jamie moaned, "Um, uh."
     A tongue whisked across his ear and dug in, before the teeth gently
chewed his outer ear. "Your dick tells me you need it boy." Yanking Jamie hard
three times to him almost like the Heimlich maneuver, Jamie replied nothing but,
"Uhhhhuh! Unngh! Cccchhuh!"
     A finger into Jamie's mouth, the whisper said, "Slick me boy."
     Jamie slobbered the finger....it was a thick finger....real salty.
     Out of his mouth, his back was pushed forward, arching his belly out,
and the finger, and another, found Jamie's slot....sinking forcefully,
painfully, through the outer ring of sucking ass flesh. "Eeroowwwww!" Jame yowled, and
his knees jerked up reflexively. Around and around those masterful fingers
worked their magic. Jamie was feeling like he was going 'round and 'round on
those fabulous digits, his mind spinning 'round with the fingers, as he hung
almost weightlessly from that pipe.
     "Ummmmm....you do need it boy.... give you what you need....the finger
was gone....its loss was such void to Jamie....then, ohhh then....the incessant
pressure....the tearing pain...."Ohhhhhhh....omigoddd!! Pl
ease....puhleeese..... it....it.. ...ummmmm," Jamie at first pleaded then moaned softly, as a
very big cock sought his very core.
     The 'flesh' pushed forward, pulled back, again, again, and soon moist
boy pussy greased its invader and it commenced its inevitable joyful ride.
     Jamie's middle was squeezed so tight to the 'fleshy heat' and he was
butt pummeled like never before. Hot mouth and lips sucked to his upper neck,
under his ear, a hard tongue sandpapered the skin there. "Shmororccph Smorph!"
the 'flesh's nose snorfed like an animal of the wild trying to draw breath while
pressed hard into Jamie's neck.
      "Elllmmurrnnnnghh! Uh! Uh! Ungh! Huh," the 'flesh' whined, moaned
heaved and rammed hard and deep again and again into Jamie's magic asshole.
      The snorfing continued, but slowed and quieted, and that monster felt
like a pylon in Jamie's bung. It seemed to have expanded to twice the size that
entered him. The pressure around Jame's middle eased. Quiet. He shivered from
the sudden chill he got as the body moved away from his back, and ohhhh, the
cock slid from his hole. But in no time, he was filled again, fingers maybe,
and again he was kept from falling to nearly full weight on his stretched ams
and taped wrists.
      "Aghhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Pleeeeeeeze!" Jamie squealed as a hand engulfed his
steely prick and molded its palm to its 6 inch length. You'd swear the
phantom jacker was drooling out the corners of his mouth as he jerked off the young
boy hanging there,
bouncing on two big fingers, and yanking himself left and right almost a
whole 180 degrees as he came off there in the air, literally screaming his ecstasy
as his first shot hit the wall and the subsequent spurts sprayed everywhere
around the shower as the boy jerked and rotated wildly on his beater's fingers!
      "Arrrrrrrrrrr! Uh! Ungh! Huhhhhhhh!" the boy slowly came down, his head
slumped to his chest, and his chest heaved with his full weight on those
fingers. His benefactor wrapped his other arm around Jamie's legs as he pulled his
fingers out of Jamie's ass and inserted them in Jamie's mouth. Jame was
ravenous in return no doubt for what cum joy he still felt at the hand of this
person. He sucked the fingers, tasted his own buttslime and his plugger's juice.
"Mmmmm-mmm," he finished his chore.
      The whisper again said, "Calm boy, calm....you want me to release you,
do you?"
      Jamie nodded his soggy boxered head wildly.
      He heard and felt the sticky duct tape being pulled apart from his
right wrist while he was held up at the waist from letting his full weight tug at
it. He was so relieved when he was lowered to the tile floor and his feet
touched fully for the first time in over a half hour.
      His wrist wasn't freed though....Jamie's heart jumped...he was being
fastened again...to something else...lower on the wall. The shower water was
turned on, and Jamie was alone, but wasn't sure. His whispering, fingering,
fuck-jacker....was gone?
      "Sir?" he cried out weakly. "SIR?" again, much louder over the roar of
the shower.
      He was tied under a frigid shower and was starting to panic, turning
all around left, then right, as if he could see anything with his boxers still
over his eyes. But in short order he realized that his right wrist was only
loosely taped to whatever it was, and he worked it free....whipped off his boxers
and turned all around looking for whoever had taken his ass and taken him
off....no one. He worked the rest of the tape off the other wrist....and
skittishly ran out of the slippy wet shower and looked up the aisle and to each
side....he was excited! He saw wet footprints going up the aisle...followed them
with his eyes...and then went crestfallen.....they disappeared. He ran up the
aisle....he stopped near where the prints dried away, and  then he moved off up
to the aisle that led to Coach's office. The door was closed. Hmmmmm. He
continued up the aisle, looking into each locker row all the way to the door out. No
one. Whoever it was had to be dressing 'cause he was naked with Jamie in the
shower. Back again toward his own locker...he stopped again at the aisle to
the Coach's...."Wow!" he thought, "could it be? Coach! Nahhh, can't be."
      In a fleeting moment he thought maybe it was Baylor again....prob'ly
from the mere size of the cock that just seeded his hole, but he discounted
that....so certain that all the kids had long left....but then....who....????

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