Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 09:40:47 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 3

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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 3. "....I'm not allowed to cum."

 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."

Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy and Tom. Chapter 3. "...I'm not allowed to
cum."

Jamie, slipped his pud from Mikey's mouth as he stood up in the shower, and
turned the water back on to wash his Mikey-butt-slimed cock. He turned to
look down at Mike's splayed body, cum drooze seeping out the corner of his
mouth, his eyes clenched against the spray. Jamie soaped his cock, and then
turned into the water to rinse.
 When he turned back, he smiled, proud of himself at how fast he took Mike
down.   Looking down at him again, he called out, "Hey, Mike!"
 Hearing his name, instead of being cussed at, Mike came alert, and opened
his eyes, raising his head......'Splattta-s-s-a-shhhhhhss!'......Jamie pissed
into his new slave's mouth and face, and the final 3 spurts ebbed, shooting
out onto his chest, belly, and pubes. Jamie said, "You sorry, fuck. Laying
down there after a shower, fuckin' oozing from your cunt, and drooling from
your suckhole.... you gotta learn how to get clean, faggot"
 "While your cockhairs are nice and moist, boytwat, you might think about
getting some shaving cream.....and a razor. I'll leave that up to you, cunt.
But next week, when you do your striptease for me right after you get to my
house, there better not be any more pubes on you; or hair on your balls; your
cock; or your twat, or for that matter, any-fuckin'-where else, neither,"
Jamie strongly hinted.
 Jamie turned off the water, and put his toes on Mike's nuts, and squeezed
down. Slowly, Mike whined into an ever-increasing higher pitch, then Jamie
stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel, holding it out toward Mike,
still in the bottom of the tub. Mike was crying. Everything was catching up
with him now. These last 15 minutes were the fastest, and worst of his life.
He sucked a younger kid's cock, got fucked by him, swallowed his cum and
piss, was made a slave, and now has to shave his body. The more the shame of
it all ran cross his mind's eye, the deeper the sobbing.
 Jamie, impatient, shook the towel at him, "You fuckin' bastard. If you don't
get the fuck out here on your knees, and dry me off, ahmina beat the livin'
shit outta yer fag ass. Goddam you, haul ass, motherfucker!"
 Mike slipped, and slid, and slowly got himself up to his knees. He thought
he was really hustling, but his mind was so muddled, no orders were
registering, and he was really only moving at a snail's pace. Jamie was
incensed at Mike's seeming defiance, and after whapping Mike's face with the
towel as he got out of the tub, and as soon as Mike was on his knees at
Jamie's feet, he gave him a roundhouse face slap, that knocked his head
sideways into the tub door.
 Finally, Mike was drying his master, and then Jamie told  him to blow dry
his short, wavy brown hair, and then said, "Blow dry my pubes, cunt."
 Mike bent down to use the use the dryer on Jamie's cockhair, and then Jamie
cuffed the back of his head saying, "No, you dumbfuck! Mouth blow my hairs.
Get the fuck down there," Jamie shoved him again to his knees to mouth blow
his cockhairs. "Lift my cock, up faggot, and blow air on my balls then crawl
under on your back and blow out my crotch an' butt....and pull my cheeks
open, too. You are one fuckin' piece a work. It better not take this long to
get you trained for everthin' else."
 "Pick up all our clothes, punk, and let's check out your room. Excuse me,
what'sa matta wit me? That's, 'let's check out my room', eh, dickwad?" Jamie
said, as he smacked Mike's head sending him stumbling out into the hallway,
dropping half the clothes and towels he'd picked up. Once he'd gotten
everything picked up again, he took off half-crouched, running naked down
into his room. Jamie leisurely strolled in his wake, and when he got to the
room, he said, "Boy, you are one bashful slut for someone who puts out at the
sight of a cock. Well, in your big hurry not to be seen naked, in your own
hallway, you left my old and my new, sneakers in the bathroom. Get down there
and get 'em.
 Mike took off, and came back in seconds.
 In just that short time, every drawer in Mike's dresser was dumped on the
floor. Jamie was already spreading the clothes out with his feet. Then he
turned to the closet. "Get over here, asswipe, and show me everything in
here, one at a time. Most jackets, pants and polos and stuff, that was in
there was generally boring to Jamie. He yanked most hangers out of Mike's
hand to the floor in a rumpled heap. Some 501's, and Dockers, a Boss
windbreaker, and a Polo  jersey, Jamie laid on the chair.
 "Hmmm. Jamie gonna be look-in' sharp, boy!"
 "Now, get the shit out from the floor in there...everything." There was a
sharp 3 color Nike sports duffle, bats, balls, glove, spikes, football,
laundry bag....
 Jamie looked at the duffle. "Very nice, fuckball. Jamie likes. Okay, fold
that stuff on the chair, nicely, and put it in the duffle for me. Hangers,
too. Leave the Boss jacket out, I'll wear that tomorrow." Then while Mike did
as ordered, Jamie moved back to the pile of underwear, T-shirts, polos,
shorts, cargoes and socks from the drawers. He kicked stuff around till he
found something he liked and then kicked that away, separate. 3 Nike T's, 2
cargo shorts, a Hilfiger polo...."Here fuckface, pack these." Mike
obediently, did as he was told.
 "Hey, dicklick...I don't see any brand new underwear or socks....where you
got 'em?"
 Mike went back over to the closet and there were two plastic packages of
boxers, and a 6-pak of quarter high crews, on the top shelf. He held them out
for Jamie to see.
 "Holding out on master, 'zat right, prick?"
 Mike feverishly shook his head, "No, sir, I didn't...I just forgot."
 "Fuck-in' dirthole! I tell you: 'Empty the closet'...you don't. That's not
forgetting! Dat's fuckin' up, cuntwad!" With that he stepped up to Mike, who
put up his arm to avoid a smack, and Jamie grabbed his nuts, instead, and
squeezed till Mikey slumped to the floor in a shocked pain, his hands
gripping Jamie's, trying to scream....nothing came out...tears poured down
his cheeks. "Get the fuck up and put these in my new duffle, dirthole," Jamie
said, firing all three packages into Mike's head, buried in his arms, as he
lay crumpled on the floor in front of the closet, in the fetal position.
 Jamie now started to really tour the room. He dumped desk drawers, looked
under the bed. He stood up with a wash rag, partly stuck to itself, from
under the bed, smiling. "Hey, fuckboy! This your cum rag?"
 Mike welled up, and turned red.
 "Comere, dirthole," Jamie ordered him. Just as Mike got to him, Jamie
stuffed the rag in his mouth..."Keep it in there, pussy. When you show it to
me again, I want it soaked with your spit and gooey sogged up cum." As Mike
started chewin' like crazy, Jamie snickered.
"And another thing slutboy, you don't cum anymore without permission from
your master. See my dad for my number to call and beg me, whenever you want.
You won't get my approval many times, but you can try, and I'll want to hear
you beg me cocksucker."
 Jamie turned the boy around and threw him backward onto his bed. Now he
turned just to look around from the center of the room to see if there was
anything else he 'needed'.
 "Oh, next week, when you come to my house, bring your PS2 Playstation....all
the games, too."
On the floor, next to the desk, was a non-label backpack; good-looking, just
a no-name.
He held it up and said, "This ain't nuthin' special but I need it.....'cause
it's yours..... and, I want to carry your, my, new sneaks home in it," he
said dumping out Mike's books and other school junk. "And, oh, don't get any
new duffle, or backpack. From now on you carry your gym gear, books and any
other fuckin' twaddle you carry, in a crumpled, paper bag, like all the other
nerdy faggots in your school.
 God. It was one-half hour since Mike's life ended, and became........this.
He was in disbelief. He covered his face with his hands, wailing
uncontrollably, lying naked on the bed.
 Jamie stuffed Mikey's sneaks in the backpack, and put it next to the duffle.
He called Mike to his feet to dress him in the clothes he came in. Before
putting each thing on Jamie, Mike had to kiss it....toes, feet, legs, cock,
tits, and Jamie was dressed. "Now you dress in your old gym shorts, no
boxers. Stay barefoot. No shirt. See you outside asswipe, and take these bags
and put them in the back of my dad's car for my trip home tomorrow."
 Jamie was gone. His whistling echoed down the hall. Mike, still on his knees
in front of the chair he dressed Jamie in, cried silently, his body quaking
as he slumped over his heels to the floor. He slowly curled back into a fetal
ball again, chewing on his cum rag, still. Shit. What the fuck was he gonna
do with that! If he goes outside without it, Jamie'll fuckin' kill
him.....oh, the tears flowed on, as his head just dropped to the floor.
 "So how're you two getting along, Jamie?" Ed asked.
 "Great Dad. I don't think I ever realized how giving Mikey really was."
 Amazingly, with Jamie describing Mikey as 'giving', both of them had the
same vision.....
their cocks in Mike's hole....Jamie, and, Ed, threw rods in their pants.
 Ed handed Jamie a cooked hot dog, that the kid inhaled. Just then, Mikey was
coming out the door, and tried to get Jamie's attention, but only got his
stepdad's. He motioned to Ed, pointing at Jamie...."Jamie, Mike's motioning
for you, boy."
 Jamie looked up, and smiled widely, then went over to Mike on the run. Mikey
was pointing into his mouth....and the cummy rag Jamie had told him to keep
there. Jamie, put an arm to his shoulder and turned him around and back
inside the doorway.
 "Very good, fuckwad. Take it out slowly....I want to see cum strings
trailing from your tongue and lips.....e-a-s-y.....gooooo-oood, fuckboy,
goooood! Now hold it out flat, lay it on my sneakers, gooiest side up. Yeh,
that's it. Hands and knees cunt, and lick the whole rag....QUICK!" Mikey
ravaged that rag with his deep sucking tongue and lips, 'Schhliucckkk!
Schlikkk! Skissk!'
 "Turn it over dickwad....now get the other side."
 After enough time, Jamie said, "Ok, ok, get it off and lick my sneaks, and
laces clean."
Then Jamie just turned and left, with Mikey on his knees, on the floor, the
back door slammed, and Jamie was on his way back to Ed, and another hotdog.
 As Jamie sat back into the lawn chair, Ed turned a burger, Mikey came out
the door and was shuffling toward them. Jamie watched him, and put a foot up
on the BBQ shelf extension.
 "Hi Mike, how you doin' boy?" Ed asked.
 "Good, Dad," he said, as Ed realized he called him 'Dad' again, so whatever
was bugging the kid earlier, when he came home with Jamie, was over now. He
smiled. He held out a hand and Mikey walked over to him, and he put an arm
around Mike's shoulders. Mike turned and leaned his bare back into Ed, and
wriggled just a bit, as Ed's hand moved down his back to, and then into the
waist band of his shorts. His hand slid down and fondled the boy's butt
cheeks. His fingers were working into the boys crease. As Ed's finger slid
into Mike's boypussy, and Mike's eyes closed, with his head leaning in under
Ed's chin, Jamie didn't miss a thing.
 He smiled to himself. "I got it!" he was thinking. "Dad's the one who got
him so ready for my cock! Holy shit! Dad! I'da never thought.... Dad!....
This is gonna be some good time!"
 Ed's finger slid out of his toybox, and into the corner of Mike's mouth.
Mikey turned away from Jamie, and sucked his stepdad's finger of his boy
pussy slime, hmm, and Jamie jizz.
 "Hey Mike," Jamie called, breaking Mike from his trance. "Comere, bud." As
Mike turned away from Ed and went to the boy, Jamie had taken a hot dog off
the grill, and was wagging it in front of Mikey.  Mike thought he was
offering him a dog to eat, and reached for a bun.
 Jamie just shook his head, and twirled his fingers, indicating he wanted
Mike to turn around. As Ed turned the burgers, and rolled some dogs, the fire
flared up, and smoked them all out.
 Jamie lifted the left leg of Mike's shorts, and after fingering to the boy's
pucker, he slid one of Ed's special bigger-than-a-bun dogs, right up the
boy's chute. Mike wiggled, half-doubled up, and then sort of tranced up when
the dog completely disappeared up his boy hole. Jamie pushed his finger part
way up in there to get it all the way in. "Fuck-in' beautiful," Jamie said to
himself.
 Jamie patted Mike's ass. They all ate, and while Ed and Jamie were talking
over Jamie's week, and sports, Mike was sitting quiet, hot dog dildo in
place.
 While they talked, Jamie motioned for Mike to get up and come to him and
turn around.
"Check 'iss, Dad." With that, he reached in Mike's shorts, and pulled the tip
of the hot dog, which was working itself down and out naturally, and slid it
out of Mike's ass. Ooooh, Mikey shivered, and his knees buckled, from the
sensations as that thing slithered across his joy buzzer. "Show Dad your
tongue, Mike," he said, as Jamie reached around in front of Mike's mouth with
the butt-slimed dog, and slid it back and forth over the kid's tongue, and
then stood to his side, holding the back of Mike's neck, pulling his head
down and back......and slid the dog straight into Mikey's throat.....as Mike
grabbed his arm, and pushed on his chest ......gagging for a breath....toes
curled up, digging into the grass.....spit spraying from his snorting nose.
Ed realized Jamie knew he had made his stepson a fucktoy. A weak, thin smile,
maybe one of some shame, showed on Ed's face. Jamie, didn't care, as he
served notice, master to master, wearing one of those big, shit-eatin' grins
of the lecher.
 As Jamie eased the dog back out, and Mikey's color started to return, he
placed himself between Mike and the eyes of anyone in the driveway or the
house, and gently pushed on Mike's shoulder. The boy went to his knees,
opened Jamie's pants, fished the boy's meat out over his boxers' waist band,
and sucked it into his mouth. Ed came up to them and squatting, he pushed
Mikey's shorts down, over the kid's steeled cock, and fingered his boytwat.
Jamie pulled Mike's head tight into his pubes as he groaned into his fast
approaching cum shot.
 His other hand held his father's hand. The man and boy shared the
electricity of this phenomenal Dad and son, boy face and butt fuck.
 "Omigod," Jamie moaned quietly, as he started pumping his dream cream into
Mikey's mouth, before he wanted. His knees buckling, he fell back into his
lawn chair, his cock slipping from Mike's lips, with a sperm string
stretching to his dick.
 Ed was still pumping, 2 fingers now, inside Mike's pulsing pussy. Just then
Mikey burst out crying uncontrollably, and Ed pulled him to him, and kissing
his cheek. "Whats wrong, baby."
 Through a torrent of tears, his boy-jock stepson, screamed, "I
cummed........uh, ungh, ohgod, unggggggh.....I'm not allowed to cum......"
and there was a whole new burst of sobbing.
 Ed looked up into Jamie's face......just stared blankly for moment as it all
registered.....
and a big smile came over his face. Ed raised a high palm, and father and
son, co-masters, slapped hands.
 "What punishment do you have for your slave jock, master Jamie," Ed asked
laughing.
 "Get your mouth back on my cock, dickwad!" Jamie yelled. The tearing boy,
crawled back to Jamie, shorts down around his knees, cum-sopped cock
semi-hard, and sucked Jamie's  still hard prick deep into his mouth. "No
good, fucker. Swaller it, over and over, till it's all the ways down, and
you're gagging and snorting and punching for your life, faggot."
 Once the poor kid's throat was impaled, and Mike turned white as a ghost,
Jamie pulled his cock out...then rammed it in again...out....in....he fucked
the kid's throat raw.....and cummed a-gain, again! only 5 minutes after his
last one.
 Ed marveled at the power his boy showed over his older stepson. "You want to
hang out here for few, kiddo. Watch the dogs, fire and stuff, while I take
care of Mike."
 Jamie, all gooey from his second straight cum, just lay back in his chair,
nodded, and waved off his dad who was dragging Mikey backwards, on his naked
heels, hands under his armpits, with arms splayed out like a monkey's, and
his head slumped to his chest. The tent flap fell back closed, as Ed lay the
boy, now naked, on the blankets inside.
 "Tell Dad, honey....tell Dad," Ed said to Mike.
 Jamie got hard as a rock, as he looked at the gobs of jock-boy cum that had
dripped onto Mike's shorts, and heard him beg his stepfather, "Fuck me Daddy.
Please...please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
 Jamie started jackin' as he stared at that tent flap, hearing Mikey from
inside the tent, "Uh, hunh, uh, uh, oh-uh--ah--uh-yeh, oh, oooo, fu-uck uh uh
mee-ee!"
 Jamie was crazed...couldn't stand it. Cock in hand, he jumped out of his
chair, and charged through the flap, like a wild man, when he came face-on
with the bottoms of Mikey's toes, and rushed to Mike's head, kneeled down,
pleadingly looking into his Dad's face......"Daddy, Daddy, please,
please...can I...I gotta....Dad?"
 "Sure, son. Fuck-feed my boy, here," Ed said, rubbing his big hands up and
down Mikey's chest and belly...."We'll make it easy for Jamie, won't we boy?"
And as Mike almost in a trance, nodded, Ed pulled hard and up on Mikey's dick
and the whole boy arched up, bending his head slightly back....and Jamie
caught the act, and slid right to glory with the kid's neck practically open
in that position.
 "Gwaowk! Cuuucgg! Gurlk!' gagged Mike as he once again had his throat
'poled' by Jamie's rammer. He was swinging clenched fists back toward Jamie's
kneeling thighs, but they were wild, glancing shots, that just got both Ed
and his son hotter. Ed had been long-dickin' Mikey for 5 full minutes now,
and Mikey's toyhole felt that combination, itchy-tickle burning, pulsing,
pleasure pain.
 Jamie was now poke-fucking Mike's throat and pistoning faster and faster,
while Ed pounded his stepkid's pussy, short-stroking that boy into a whole
new world of fuckin' camplife. Like one of those air-raid sirens, their
suppressed screams rose in 3 different tones, as they came off in both Mike's
holes, and Mike shot his cum onto his chest and
belly....."Nnnnnneeeeeaieoalllllleeeeeeenggggg!!"
 Ed's boy pumping hand was covered in joy jam. His own spooge was oozing out
of Mike's pucker, around his cock, and followed the retreating daddy dong, as
it slid from the boy's hole. Jamie's cum shot straight down Mike's throat.
While Ed's breath normalized, he watched Jamie pound a drum beat with his
cock, on Mikey's forehead, spraying his dripping dogwater all over the kid's
face.
 As Ed stood, he smacked Mike's ass, and grabbed his feet, spinning the boy's
butt around facing Jamie. "Have at it, boy, then we'll give our little toybox
here, a rest. He's got a big night ahead, right pussyboy?" Ed said, as he
licked the bottom of Mike's right foot, squeezed it, and left the tent. Mikey
just stared, blankly ..... I think he blinked once.
 Left alone with boycunt to service, Jamie's ever ready boycock sunk right
through the Daddygoo, which bubbled up and out, pooling into Jamie's pubes,
down his balls, and on down to the blanket, while lubing Mike's love tunnel
for his young master.
 Outside, the sun was pretty well down, and Ed was setting up for their
dinner. He smiled when he heard Jamie reaching the edge.
 "Fuck you! Fuck you, you faggot! Ungh, unnnnn, uh-hu, ahhhhhhhh. Take it you
fag cunt," Jamie growled into the boy's face as he long-cocked his entire
pounding cock through Mike's pussy ring, and bottomed. He pulsed and
butt-flexed into Mikey another minute or so, before sitting back on his
heels, offering Mike a hand. Mike took his hand, and fucking Jamie just
yanked the poor kid forward, and into his crotch to clean his pecker off.
"Clean it off, cocksucker!"
 "Hey, Jimmy, it's Ed. Look, the kids are here, and we're cooking out, and
camping overnight in the yard. Yeh. Some burgs, dogs...some brew. Right. And
Mikey's primed. Good. See if you can break away." Ed put down the cell phone,
 smiling to himself, popped a beer and sat back, listening to the sounds of
life under the stars.........
 "More tongue, you fuckin' beatoff."

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