Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 10:07:24 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 22

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contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
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Unca Jimmy. Chapter 22.

      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....????

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy.  Chapter 22

      Grabbing his senses again, Jamie realized he was stalking all over the
locker room, stark naked and soppin' wet...and freezing. Thrashing his arms
and rubbing his hands and then hands over his body, he rushed to his locker for
a towel and then, shit....when he got stripped, he had no idea where his
clothes went. He pulled the door open and he had stuff to wear but it was just gym
junk, shorts, a school tee and gym sneaks. He dried himself, and put the stuff
he had there on, and went in search of the laundry bin....maybe the kids had
just dumped it in there. Nothin'.
      A little sullen he bailed out of the locker room and headed for home.
No bus at this time, so he was on foot. It was past twi-light, but not yet
dark. He was feeling nerdy wearing gym shorts and matching faded old tee shirt,
cranberry color at that, but at least it was near evening and less kids would be
out. There was a clicking, then a screech of tire wheels behind him. He
jumped from surprise and turned to see this young kid there with a big ass grin on
his face. There was a newspaper sack on the mountain bike, which had skidded
sideways to a stop right behind Jamie.
      "Hey, it's you man...cocksuck! You couldn'ta showed at a better time. I
got me one horny pecker, and you got just the mouth to tame it."
      "Fuck off, twerp!" Jamie said, waving him off and heading on again. A
swiftly fired rolled paper hit Jamie squarely in the back. That young dude was
a daring cuss. Jamie wasn't no big guy, but he was bigger than Davey. He
turned around fists balled and red-faced in rage, "You little fuck, ahmena beat the
shit outta you!" and stormed toward him.
       Davey just said, "You touch me man wit' anything but your mouth, and
fuckin' Taylor'll do my business for me."
       Jamie, stopped and slumped, still hard fisted. Davey said, "Look dude,
you got the duty. Get over outta the street back'a that bush and let's see
about getting me off right quick like."
       Jamie did and Davey moved in front of him, and pulled his pants open
and slapped Jamie a hefty boycock slap, and grabbed his head shoving it in.
Young kid or no, man, he knew how to handle his cocksucker. The only thing he
didn't have was the finesse to enjoy the well traveled mouth and tongue of his
boyeater. He pounded and pumped and yanked and whisper hollered at Jamie till
his shootoff was firing down the back of Jamie's working mouth. Davey pulled
himself out, holstered up, and surprised Jamie with a fiery face slap, and a
sneaker to his chest leaving him sprawled in grass. When Jamie pulled himself
together, Davey was back on his bike, and hollering, "Watch for next time and
place in my email tonight dickface."
        He didn't say or think anything, but Jamie was stunned at the
never-ending, building torment he faced every day....in wave after wave of cock and
fury. He wiped off his face with the bottom of his tee shirt. He could see the
slimy cum there. He could taste it in his sticky mouth.

        As night fell and Jamie got home and took a real long shower and
cleaned up, he checked the computer mail, and sure enough there was the note from
fuckin' Davey telling him where and when...he'd look at that later. With the
'party' tomorrow, and the visit to his father's on the weekend, there was no
days to fit anything into right now. The next mail was to 'BOY'....which he
opened and got directions on what corner to be at after school tomorrow right
after school. He shivered all over, yet he was excited even more than he might be
scared. After all, Brady had been decent, and he was setting him up in
'business', connecting with all the richest dudes in town most likely....albeit,
'connecting' with his mouth...and asshole.

        At Willow, Mikey was just in from hoops practice and some foolin' in
the yard.
His experience in the shower when the teammies checked out his bald pubes,
was in the back of his head as he thought about talking to his stepdad about it.
He had lied that it was a team initiation, and now would have to tell Ed that
Jamie, his own son, had made Mikey shave, and Mikey even had gotten help
doing it from his 'dad'. He just couldn't tell him. Maybe Unca Jimmy, he was
always Mikey's fallback. He dismissed it for the moment, and thought about taking
matters into his own hands...fists...after dinner on his dad's heavy bag in the
garage.
        After a workout that would please the most discriminating boxing
trainer, adding some time on the speed bag, Mikey headed for a shower and homework
before bed. He had some small talk at dinner with the folks, and his stepdad
came out to the garage and monitored his workout.

         Mikey laid in the moonshine spread out in his white boxers on his
back, his mind newly racing about what would be for tomorrow at practice....he
dozed off, and woke very late...maybe a sound, a dog or something outside? He
jerked up on an elbow, but there was nothing but some cricket chirping in the d
istance.
         "Mikey...Mikey boy....you 'wake son?" it was Ed.
         "Oh...uh, oh hi Dad," Mikey said into the darkness of the room. He
felt Ed's body heat as he laid down next to him and felt the breath on his
shoulder and neck.
"I couldn't help notice something's got you worried up, boy."
         "I think it'll be ok Dad, really...I 'm working some stuff out with
the team an' all. Should be ok."
         Ed's hand smoothed over the boy's chest and belly, the fingers
worrying a nipple, and then rubbed up and through the boy's hairless armpits. He
moved his face into the right armpit and licked through it, as Mikey hissed and
chickenskin puckered his body. The boy's toes, fingers and teeth all clenched
up, as Ed's tongue swabbed Mikey's neck, and his right hand wrapped around the
boy's newly hard peter. Ed's hand worked round and round his stepboy's cock,
marvelling at the smoothness it had without pubey hairs. Everytime Ed felt the
glassy-slick skin there, and his fingers searched under the kid's ballsack,
he shivered himself into a raging hardon. Letting his tongue trail right down
the chest, belly and groin, his mouth smothered over Mikey's prick and sucked
him like a caramel. In seconds Mikey was bucking like a tiny bronco as his
creamy jam flooded his stepdad's mouth.
          He couldn't explain this need, this lust he had for this boy, if he
tried. From that first afternoon after the pick-up game in the driveway, Ed
found himself infatuated with with his need to ply this boy with his masterful
and sensual feels. Ed's hands roamed the boy right now, in the moonlit
darkness of his room. The irreplaceable scent of boy had the same effect on Ed that
his wife had on him. He didn't question it, he really didn't know what was
happening when it did. Mikey reached out and pulled his 'dad' to him. Their mouths
pressed firmly...so tight...so breathlessly, and then they broke almost
violently, and Ed raised up to stare at the shadowed shining face below. He just
slid imperceptably across Mikey, rolling the boy over as he did so. As Mikey
settled to his stomach, Ed's first and middle finger were easing through Mikey's
boyhole like a knife through butter. The boy gently ground up and back into
those fingers and soon Ed wasn't moving them at all...Mikey was riding his dad's
fingers. There was movement above but so steathily, with some movement of the
mattress beneath him, on his forward pull to the end of Ed's fingers for a
split second he was void....empty...nooooo....a surge of heat and a sting around
the entire ring of his outer pucker, and thennnnn....ohhhh.... thennnnnn
....he was sooo full...so full of daddy....so full of....cock! The cock that he
had come to love....to need....to lust for. The smorgasbord of sensations firing
in Mikey's brain was mind numbing. He felt that electric tingle originate
from deep inside when his daddy did his hot spot....and this man...did it every
time. Mikey almost didn't want to push back and ride his dad himself for fear
he'd miss 'the spot'....and the joy. As the current surged all through him, the
hairs bristled over every inch of him. Ed lay heavily to Mikey's back, and
his heat was scalding. He licked all around his neck from ear to ear and up into
the tiny hairs up the back of head. Electric charge, fire, and the friction
heat of surging mancock up and down every inch of the entire wall of Mike's
tightyboy cunt muscle was more than he could feel all at one time. His rising
internal frenzy had him shaking in one giant convulsion. He seemed to want to
react as a body to each of the sensations as they should rolled over him like an
ocean wave....he became hysterical in his tries to enjoy it all at once and
shook all over as he wildly drove his own dick through the rumpled sheets to a
cum crescendo unmatched in his short little life. The boy lurched up, and
jerked this way and that as his super-sensitive cockhead continually ground into
the bedcovers while his daddy superfuck pounded himself into another time zone.
Mikey finally was cock spent, and collapsed with a heaving sigh and wheeze. As
Ed emptied his balls into the boy, he jerk-fucked inside him several more
times as he spasmed ecstatically, finally in total deflation, he enveloped Mikey
in his arms underneath the boy's stomach as his legs and feet worked out and
under Mike's. He squeezed the boy as he flexed his manpud deep inside Mikey one
more time. Mikey cried out a wheezy whine of total contentment and
satisfaction. Ed laid his face down over Mikey's right shoulder and as their cheeks
pressed together, Ed turned inward and kissed the boy....."Ohhhhhhhh,
daddy.....ohhhh daddddeeeeeeeeee.....uhhhhhhmmm!"
         All was quiet. His boy in such contented sleep, Ed lay many long
moments thinking about everything....and nothing. Up on his elbows, he eased from
Mikey's so smoothe and firm young body...he smiled with the "Sssmkkk," of his
yet hard meat slipping from Mikey's toybox, and quietly, left the room,
absently saying, "Shhhhhh,"
to himself.

         With morning Jamie rose, and shuddered. Even in his sand in the eyes
stupor, he knew this was day he might never forget. Only the devil knew what
waited for him in the upstairs bathroom this morning....but what of the rest
of the day. Being put upon so early every day meant the rest of the day posed
horrors unimaginable..yet he had been coping with his surprise drop into the
depths of being a 'whoreboy' and pussymouth for seemingly half the
upperclassmen. As he stretched in front of the bathroom mirror is all his naked boyhood, he
shivered thinking he better do some 'lectric razoring of his pubes...he
hadn't had to put up with Taylor much, but...if he checked him, and if there was
stubble....big trubble!
          A quick run over his cock, groin patch, he held his balls pulled up
so flat and squishiy up against his newly hard prick so he could shave his
nutsack. He even bent over, down and under like a a dog does with his paws when
he's rutting a bitch dog, and ran that shaver up to his butt smile, and then
pulled his cheeks wide open as he could to get any wild hairs up there. He ran
his fingers up his crease and satisfied he was 'clean', cleaned the shaver,
and stepped into the shower. He pissed on his feet while he washed and probed
all his kinky places to make himself all squeaky and brite. He caught himself
feeling stupid since, in an hour he'd look like he'd been through a piss-cum
gauntlet in that boys room. He went a bit sullen, and stood almost motionless in
blank thought....then finished up, rinsed, dried, and was back to his room and
getting ready for school, such as it was gonna be.

          As he tentaively approached the dreaded door...he sucked in a big
breath, and pushed the door open trying to be quiet, but he always stunned
himself when the metal door scraped against door jamb waking everything from there
to hell.  He even realized how dumb it was to tiptoe, but did it anyway. As
he got to the end of the aisle to where the sinks and stalls were, the 'fun
zone' Josh liked to call it, there wasn't a sound. Whewww!! Not a soul...silent
safety....if he made it 14 more minutes he could leave untouched by lecher
boys....and, he'd still have the $3 he brought to pay for all this fun.

          He put down his pack, and sat against the sink to wait...11 minutes
to go....
9....7....3....he looked at his watch....30 seconds and he could get out scot
free! He reached down for his pack and headed for the door. he was 5 steps to
freedom. He reached for the handle, and 'Bammmmmmm-bur-bmmmba!'...the door
was slammed to the wall, his heart jumped through his throat! Omigod! All
fuckin' six of 'em were swarming over him. He was in the air. Carried over their
heads back to washroom and toilet area. The standard 'Out of Order' note on door,
the latch thrown, and before Jamie even knew what happened....he was naked
across two sinks, his clothes all over the bathroom. His feet off the edge of
one sink, his head in the basin of the other. Water was on full force splashing
off his forehead.
          Damon leaned in and shut off the water, and they cracked up with
Jamie swinging and kicking and jerkin all around precariously between the two
sinks, spluttering the water that had cascaded into his mouth, trying to spit it
and drink it at the same time just to get rid of it. He was suckin' air and
burpin' and his six tormetors couldn't get enough of it. In less than three
minutes he was exhausted, and just exhaled, sort of flopping parts of himself
into each sink. Damon pulled on the drain level plugging the sink, then still
snickering, whipped his dick out and pissed into Jame's face, nose, ears and
mouth down in the bottom of the sink. The back of his head was swimming in boy
piss in seconds. While Josh and Dev followed suit, Jon went over to kid's pants
to get their 'pay'. Wailing, he held up the $3 and said, the fucker didn't pay
for play today...he's $2 short again. Hearing this if there was any thoughts
about leaving for class, forget it. Taylor was standing about three feet away
when whipped out and pissed an arc onto the lower regions, starting at Jamie's
balls..."Yahhhcggh!" everybody screeched and broke for the other side of the
room as piss sprayed and splahed everywhere. Taylor didn't like being
shortchanged, and didn't care if there was collateral fallout.
            Three of them turned him over so that his mouth was blowin'
bubbles in the piss, and his knees were bent into the other sink where the last two
guys droozed slow piss streams from his asshole down his thighs into the
other sink, now also plugged up....it was almost erotic the way those golden
streams wound their way down the back of the kid's thighs, sometimes streaming
right down; other streams darting sharply left or right then leaking on down to
puddle in the crease of the back of his knees and on into the stoppered
sink....everyone took a swat at his naked butt, and grabbed their packs and left
getting a yuks when there was a "Brurbbblubll," from the end of Jame that was in
three of the boys' piss.  Jamie heard the laughter and handslappin' die away,
and then the screechy door open and slam from the wall back to the jamb....then
quiet.
             The worn out young dude managed his way out of the sinks and
down to the floor. He drained the sink and ran his head under the faucet. He had
learned to bring a small towel in his pack that he could use if the kids
didn't take off with his pack. His face lit up when he looked around at the unholy
mess of water, clothes and piss all over the tile floor, and saw his pack
precariously hanging on the urinal flush lever....but it was there! He quick
snapped it up and got out his towel and began wiping his hair and face then the
rest of him. He scrounged the room picking up a sock here, a boxers there, till
he was finally dressed. Still looking like a drowned rat in his matted blond
hair, he lit out for class with just a few minutes to spare.

          Jamie turned the corner and started to jog the aisle to the door.
He pulled at it and it stayed shut, the latch was still on. He could lift it
and open the door....BUT....THE LATCH WAS STILL ONNNNNNN! Sweat beaded all over
his body....shivers all the way down his back. Ohhhhhh SHIT! They're still
here! Ohhhhhhgoddddddddd! THEY'RE STILL.........
          "Oh-ver heeerre, fuckface," came a singsongy low voice from his
left. The locker row nearest the door....Damon and Devon...shit eatin' griins
each, shining right his way when Jamie turned. Devon was crooking a finger for
him to join them on the changing bench between locker rows.
           Sullenly, and with a body the seemed to slink inside itself, Jamie
trudged his ass over to this new doom. He had so thought he would be free
from any more this day. There were hucking sobs catching in his throat....and
man, were those kids fast. As soon as Jame got within arm's reach Dev grabbed him
by the front of his pants and slung him right between him and Damon on the
bench. A button flick, zip, and Jame's pants and boxers were at his ankles
again. His shirt was on the floor behind his head. They propped his sneakered feet
to the lockers and told him to hold position with his hands to the bench, as
they laid him to the bench on his shoulders and head.
            Damon was first to pull his cock out, then Dev. Damon 'Pook!
Pook! Pook!' popped Jamie's lips...lemme see yer tongue cuntboy...lemme see. Then
as Damon contined poppin' him, Devon joined in and they alternated, and Devon
said, "Look at the little faggot trying to lick us....lookit...oh man, toooo
much!" Jamie's tongue was searching for boy cock like he had been ordered, and
he blinked every time they pook'ed him....and they were hitting him harder,
and they were getting....harder. Then as if by internal signal, both prick heads
were on his lips, cock eye to cock eye. The boys moved closer, straddling the
bench with their dicks now side by side over Jamie's lips...their balls
smooshed against his cheeks. Damon said, "Now fagboy turn your head toward Dev,
then back to me and open wide and give us that tongue and good, and goood, and
very gooo-ood, back and forth and slide and suck you little fuck. Faster now
faster, and swirl that tongue boy."
          Devon was s-o-o-o crazed and yelled for Jame to slip his tongue up
between their dicks and tighten  his lips, and his head whipped back and
forth, and back and forth at dizzying speed, literally lip-jerking them off.
"Ahhhccgghhhh!! Devon gasped as he bobbed his flexing butt up and down pumping his
pearl jam across Jamie's lips and tongue into Damon's hands. When the boyshot
splattered into Damon's hands he blew off like a rocket into Devon's
hands...well almost. Devon got some friendly fire on his boxers. The innocent, still
lip-jackin' Jamie was still snapping his head back and forth on those teen
pistols, till it was that point where it toooo much pleasure happens, and Damon
grabbed Jamie's hysterically whip-snapping face, and stopped him. Both boy's
droozing jelly was seeping into Jame's mouth, as the two cock helmets lay pulsing
against each other. Ohhh, what a site! Damon rubbed his cummed up hands over
Jamie's crotch and balls, then had him lick his hands off. Both boys pushed
their still hard peters into Jamie's mouth, with Devon ordering him, "Clean us up,
dirthole!"
           That work neatly done, Damon pulled out and holstered up, grabbed
his pack and made for the door, saying, "Be ready Monday faggot, and next time
bring ALL the money!" Devon pulled Jamie's face through his fly to lick off
the Damon-shot on his boxers.
            With Jamie's hot face and mouth working over his shorts and
rubbing against his meat, Devon realized they weren't making it to class this
morning. He got up to lock the door after Damon with a wink to his bud, and
returned to Jamie's awkwardly perched boy person propped up, his feet to the lockers
and shoulders to the bench. He took him by the ankles, and lay him longways
down the bench stripping his pants, shorts, sneaks and socks off from where they
were all balled up 'round his ankles. Jame's feet up and over Dev's shoulders
as he sat and straddled the bench. He reached out to Jamie's mouth with two
fingers to get slopped and spitty. Pulling the fingers away, the strands of
spittle looked like cables over a bridge and broke as he moved to his pussy
target. With a left thumb to Jamie's hairless pubes, he pried his middle, then
index finger into the boyhole there, and "Mmnnnnhhuhph!" moaned Jamie as his
pucker lips gave way to the pressure...the strain....then he felt the  first stings
of tearing of the taughtly stretched skin.
             Devon felt the boy's ankles press down on his shoulders, and
tighten to his neck, and toes pressed to toes, as he worked his fingers deeper,
wider, and 'round and 'round, and Jame's body seemed to circle along with the
winding finger probes. With the site of Jamie's tail rotating and voluntarily
surging onto his fingers, Devon smiled, and said, "You fuckin' l'il
queer....you need it b-a-a-a-d, don'tchu? DON'TCHU!!!??" he hollered as he smacked
Jamie's belly.
              "Ye-y-yehhhss-si-r," Jamie gasped as he bounced on the bench,
his entire body a sweaty mass.
              "Fuck you, dude, FUCK YOU!" Dev yelled as his fingers vacated
the gyrating boypussy, and with hands and wrists around Jamie's thighs, he
yanked the boy to him, and with a hand to his pud, and an arm around a thigh, he
positoned his cockhead, and literally pulled Jamie onto it. "Mmmmmmmmm," Jame
ooogled as the finely primed asshole rode down Devon's joyprick.
               Devon was crazed and left no time for Jamie to adjust to that
hefty 6 incher, and came up on his toes, his balls grazing the bench swinging
there below him as he reamed him some toyboycunt. "Take it you, faggot! This
is whatchu need...whatchu wants, you fuckin' pussy. You make sure you bring the
right money next time fagboy. Tell me....TELL ME, dammit, tell me you bring
the right money!!"
               "I-I-I-I---bring--it---right----ohhhhhhhh...." Jamie tailed
off.
               "Queerass...you love it...wellll, you getting
it....fucker...you, get-tin' it! Uh...uh, nnngh, cummmin'....phhhfft, uhh, oh yeh, oh yeh,
cummm-mmin', ahhhhhh sooooo gooood!" Devon creamed Jamie's hole. With his hands
gripping Jame's sides, he squeezed his prick inside him swelling it and juicing
it, and rattled Jamie's body at the hips. He unplugged his cum sopped dick,
then dropped Jamie's feet to the floor,  and staddle-walked over him till he
targetted Jame's mouth for swabbin'.
                The bell rang for change of class as dazed Jamie's lips were
parted by an oozing boyprick slicked with pearly swirls of jizz. Jamie's eyes
looked up into Devon's as that handsome cock slid home and Jamie's tongue slid
out underneath while his upper lip guppy-crawled through the butt-slimy
spooge.

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