Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2003 09:25:18 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 6

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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 6.

"So what were you saying about your stepbrother, Jame?" Chris asked.
 "Oh, yeah, like I was sayin'. Mikey's his name...a little older'n us....and
a little bigger all around. So yeh, he's like Andy here, ya know....he loves
it. And I got him comin' here for next weekend...us, the guys, and him....gonna
be a good time," he said fivin' the others.
 Without a word, Jamie reached for Chris' shorts' waistband as he laid down.
Chris reached for Andy, and Andy for Jame. They made quick work of short arm
release, and the circle suck was on! Andy was 4+ inches, and meaty; Chris
seemed to have a cock bigger than his body, at 5 1/2 inches, though not thick.
Jamie had a shapely sixer.
 Pretty soon, "Shullk, sclikk, skutch," signaled boy fun in progress.

Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 6.

Almost of same mind, both Chris and Jamie let the cock of the moment slip
from their lips, and were up on their knees, hands all over Andy, grabbing at his
clothes. In moments, Andy was naked, his clothes strewn throughout the folds
of the tent walls on the ground behind them.
 Stripped naked, and on display, in front of his completely dressed peers.
Such was young Andy. He just didn't have enough arms and hands to cover himself,
and his head whipped first left, then right, as if looking for something to
cover with. He didn't get too much chance to dwell on the shame of it all
though.
 Jamie, still on his knees, pulled Andy up to sitting position, and fed him
his boypud. He
cupped his hands around the back of Andy's head and rammed it over his rod
like a firing piston. As Jamie's butt pumped in tandem with the Andy-face rut,
Chris moved up beside Andy and was rubbing hands over his naked skin, as Andy
took Jamie over the top. In a wild, convulsing finish, Jamie bucked his teen
jazz to the back of Andy's mouth. The only sound besides the gasping grunts of
Jamie, were the, "Uchggh, ccuch," choke-gags from Andy every time Jamie drove
to his throat hole.
While Chris played his hands all over Andy's nakedness, he had put his cock
in the kid's hand, and Andy was hard at beatin' his buddy off. But once Jamie
pulled back, Chris pushed Andy to the ground and laid over his face driving his
prick into his mouth.
Pounding like a jackhammer, Andy's head made 'Spush, sshhupp, scmaump' sounds
as it bounced against the tent floor liner. Andy's legs and arms were
flailing in the air and pounding the liner, and Chris, too.
 "Errrrrunnnuh, let me in you fuckin' queer! Swaller it! Ahhhhh! Swaller it!"
Wheww. Chris' cock sank through Andy's throat hole.
 "Schnawk, cawwkk, shinnph," Andy gagged and snorted, trying to breathe with
his nose squashed to his face, and his throat filled with boydick.
 Chris eased up on his pal, and raised up off his face, which he couldn't see
under his belly. Then he started a slow and steady pump through the kid's
throat...and "Oh, ung, ummmnngh, god, swalla, swaller, ooohahhhohyeh, oh
yeahhhhhhh!" he wailed as he creamed through the boy's maw. Pulling up, his cock
plucked itself out of Andy's throat vacuum with a "Thweeeucckkk!" and Andy's head
came up off the tent floor liner, then dropped back with the vac release.
 When Chris sat back, and rubbed his buddy's stomach, now awash with his
sweat, he smiled and said, "Good suck, boy. Gooooo-oood suck!"
 Andy's face was sweat-soaked, and he smiled, breathing heavily, and then
sighing.
"Well, fuckers, let's get together after school tomorrow, and get a few more
guys to help get this tent up," Jamie said.
 Chris and Andy nodded. Chris pulled his pants up, and they all scoured the
tent folds for Andy's clothes. Once they were all straightened away, Chris and
Andy hit it, and
Jamie hit the shower before dinner.
 School and home were about average for everybody early on, during that week.
A couple of Jamie's buds were on JV basketball, and had a game.
 Back at Willow, Mike, also on his JV team, had a game.
 Something about lockerrooms, sports, kids/guys together, horny comes
easy....not to mention that fucking teens are always on a bone.
 Mikey had made it through gameday on Wednesday, without cumming. After the
game, the nakeds, skin-touchin', smell of boy sweat, Mikey was on fire when he
got to his room after the game. After giving up on his Playstation, and
homework, he went down to his stepdad....for Jamie's phone number.
 " 'lo?"
 "Jamie, it's Mike."
 "Fuck do you want, asshole."
 "I called to uh...please...um....can I uh...mmm...."
 "Spit it out fuckwad. I ain't got all day," he heard whispers or static on
the line.
 "Errrrrmm....Cum? Can I, uh, I'm real, you know, gotta do my....uh .... my
dick."
 He heard an echo, and a burst of laughter...and some smacking sounds.
 "First of all shitforbrains, you address me as SIR. And no, you fuck, you
can't cum."
 "Please, Jam...uh...SIR, please....just this once....I really need so bad to
beat...off."
 More laughter in his ear. He was on a speaker phone. Godddddd! Who was
there. How embarrassing!
 "Look, dickears, I got some buds here that just can't wait to
meetchu....that's m-e-a-t you, cocksucker, and we're gonna vote." Jamie's voice became
muffled and distant. "'K dudes, this is the step-suck I been tellin' you 'bout. He
wants, GET THIS, my PERMISSION to beat his meat and cum tonight. 2 questions:
first, you want him to beg? second, should we let him cum? Okay vote:
Beg?---let's see...2, 3 4. Cum?---2, 3 and I'm uhhhh 4.
"That's it dipshit. Us guys want you to beg, but make it r-e-a-l-l-y sweet."
 "Please sir, and...um...other guys there...please, I need to cum
so.....badddd. So....please
um....let me, please?" Mikey had tears in his eyes, and was sniffling his
running nose.
 Distant voice, again, "Whatta you say, dudes? Uum. OK. Listen, stepsuck: YOU
CAN'T CUM!" There was hysterical laughter and obvious hand-slappin' at the
other end, and CLICK!  Jamie hung up in Mike's ear!
 Mikey just sat there on his bed.....and cried his eyes out. Finally, he just
fell over, and balled into his pillow...his whole body wracked in the throes
of his deep need and denial.
 It wasn't too long till his stepfather came to his room, and then hurried to
him when he saw the state he was in. Reaching to Mike's bucking shoulder, his
shirt was sweat-soaked. Ed sat and put his arm over the boy's upper back and
ran his hand to the back of his head and squeeze-massaged it.
 Mikey lurched suddenly onto Ed's knee, which was folded onto the bed next to
him. Mike just cried there for long moments. Then there was a sigh, and all
was still. Slowly, Mike picked himself up, and raising up on his hands, back
arched, he looked to his dad, and then shaking his head, moved up to sit at the
headboard, with Ed's arm around him. Fiddling with his fingers....he looked
down and said, "He hates me. I thought he liked me. .....Just...hates me."
 "Who...boy. Jamie?"
 "Yessss."
 "I don't think so, bud. He told me Sunday...how much he loves you....like a
brother, even....and he felt you did, too."
 "Then whyyyyyy....?"
 "Why what, Mikey?"
 Mike just shook his head violently, and didn't answer.
 Ed got up, and closed and locked the door. He reached for Mike's hands, and
when Mike responded...he stood him straight up on his bed. He took the boy's
shirt off, smelled it, and smiled over it into Mikey's face. Mike slowly,
slowly, broke into a smile, and fell into a standing hug with Ed, who pulled his
boxers down, and ran his hands over the boy's smoothe, naked, damp skin. He felt
the chicken-bumps rising on the boy's body.
 While holding him, tighter still, Ed opened and pushed down his own pants
with his shorts.
He kicked them off his sock feet, and picked Mike up, and turned him
lengthwise as he lay him down to his bed, following with his own body, next to, and
leg-over, with a soothing hand to the boy's face and chest. He moved his finger
to Mikey's mouth and the boy took it right in. Ed knew his stepson,
needs....he had, probably better than he did his natural son.
 His lips worked the boy's chest, and he moved his arms up to the headboard,
as he licked and handsmoothed the boy's armpits, his neck, his belly.
 When Mike just mewled to all his touches, Ed moved between Mike's legs and
raised them. He licked boypucker for a long time, and when the boy started to
shake all over, legs kicking on their own, and his bud winked at him, Ed goobed
into his palm and 'oiled' his manhood as his tongue slid through Mike's
muscle.
 "Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, Daddy.......ooolllluummm," and fingers followed tongue and
soon daddy-dick slid through to joy a boy whose needs were doubling and
redoubling with the passing days.
 Ed took his time to enjoy his son, and to have his son enjoy him. He slid
through, and down and waited, and, and, then he lay to the boy's face and as he
kissed his neck and nuzzled his cheek, he pulled out and back, and he drifted
into a soothing boypussy nurture. More of a nuzzling than a butt-pumping.
Mikey's legs reflected the new feel in him, as they sort of glided alternately
across Ed's back, barely touching his skin...and Ed felt the heat they gave off
and the titillation from the hairs. Sometimes Ed didn't pump at all, but merely
flexed his joy rod....and was so happy when his son responded by squeezing
his toybox down hard on him.
 Mike's dad smiled inside himself, as Mike began to push and pull himself
over daddypud. Mike started to hold Ed tighter, then tighter still, and his leg's
locked in under the man's butt and they rocked to Ed's glory. There were
tears in his eyes as he whined, and wimpered into his son's ear, as he cummed and
cummed and.......cummed. He filled his boy with the love of their mutual
desire. The boy fucked his dad to fulfillment. Mike actually maintained an
awareness, and smiled to himself with the realization that he had actually suppressed
his own juice off. Long after they came down, and Ed raised up on his hands,
Mikey ran his fingers to his boy dick, and wiped the precum ooze, bringing it
to his lips. It wasn't much, it made him feel good...at least that. He pulled
his Dad to him...in a boy-straddle....Mike licked his dad's dick clean, smiling
up into Ed's face with that beautiful cherubic face, filled with dad-slab. Ed
pulled out finally, with Mikey's lips making a kind of, "Smmikk!". They
kissed hard, both feeling mutual release, and Ed got off Mike's bed, ruffled his
hair, dressed ...... and left.
 Mikey rolled over, naked atop his bedspread, his cock immersed in daddy jam
that had droozed from his boyhole, slick-sliding himself into it as he drifted
off to sleep.
 At about that time, Jamie's buds were checking out, after spending a wild
laugh off over what they did to Mike on the phone. Then Jamie jollied them some
more with vivid impressions of what Mike was gonna look like while shaving his
pubes and asshole by the end of that week. Anyways, they fived as they
arranged to meet at the backyard the next afternoon to finish the tent. They were
also planning on bringing beanbags for everybody, TV, cameras, lanterns and BBQ
stuff.
 The rest of the week was relatively uneventful for the boys, which brings us
to Friday evening, after dinner, at Mike's. He had been playing on and off
all afternoon with his Playstation. He ran his 3 favorite games during the late
afternoon, and wanted to run a few more, before packing everything up for
Jamie. He wouldn't miss his game terribly, but he would miss it.
 He emptied his laundry bag, and was going to use that to carry the PS2, and
a shopping bag for the games.
 The witching hour had arrived. It was after 7, and he went into the bathroom
for his dad's shaving stuff. He was already atremble with visions of blood
and failure. He had never even shaved his face yet, and here he was gonna have
to shave his most delicate place, without the slightest idea how to start.
During the afternoon he had brought a soup bowl into his room, which he was now
filling with hot water from the tap. He hustled that into his room, then ran
back and got shave cream, safety razor, and liquid soap from the sink.
 Everything in place on his desk, he shut and locked his door. He slowly shed
his boxers, and sat at the edge of his desk chair.....staring at the tools of
his misery. With his hand he wet his pubes down...then squeezed some soap
into his hairs and worked up a lather.
Needless to say, fear or no, his 5" mast rose to the occasion. With all his
might he willed it down....it got harder still.
 He put the razor in the water, and rinsed his hairs, water dripping all over
the floor, down his legs, things were already getting out of control. He
dropped his towel below to catch it. With a too much glop of shave cream, he
covered his whole pubes, and yelped when some if it got inside his pee hole.
Geez...he thought his dick was gonna burn off. Ha! before he shaved the fuckin'
thing off, that is. With a shaking hand, he took the razor from the warm water,
and with his other hand gingerly held his prick down away from his belly where
it had stood at attention. The first swipe at the top of his pubes.....
"Ahhhhccccchhh! Oh, no!" he yowled. God! It hurt so much. It felt like he was
pulling the hairs out one at a time. Thinking it was the water, he threw his
boxers on and sneaked out to and back from the bathroom to get hotter water.
Same routine...another yowl. This time, it was followed by tears, and he
dropped his head to his desk, sobbing.
God. If he wasn't shaved by morning, Jamie....oh my god, Jamie! Now he was
really wailing.
 Ed had come down to check on him, and knew something was up, like the last
time his door was closed. He started in, and now he had no doubt...the door was
locked. Mike never locked his door.
 He put his ear to it, and heard something...it could be sniffling....it was
crying. He thought for a moment with his fist closed, about to bang on the
door...then hesitated....then, shook his head and rapped on the door heavily,
"Mike, open the door....now!"
 Mike picked his head up off the desk, and picked up the wet towel from the
floor to wrap himself...and trudged to the door.
 Ed stared at the boy there, hanging his head, still bobbing from the sobbing
quakes. Ed cupped his hand under his chin, and as he came inside, he pushed
the door shut, and kneeled down. Looking into the boy's bloodshot eyes, seeing
and feeling the shuddering of his body, he said, "My god, boy, what could be
so terrible?"
 "Oh, Daddy, " Mikey burst into tears...."Oh, I just don't....can't...."
 "What, Mike, tell Dad. What is it? I promise...I'll fix it....no questions
asked."
 Standing, and with his arm around the boy, they went to sit on the bed. With
everything settled, all Ed's senses started to work, and he smelled the
shaving cream. He left Mike on the bed and went to his desk. He fished the razor
out of the now cooled water, and there were a couple of long, curly hairs
floating there. "What the fuck...?" he said under his breath. A big knowing cynical
smile formed on his face.
 He turned back to Mike and kneeled down in front of him, and pulled the
towel. While most had dried, the shaving cream residual was still there, along
with it's smell from the boy's damp crotch.
Having "queer boy" thoughts racing around in his head, he wanted to be
careful to say the right thing here, so not to embarrass the boy, if he was making
his first 'coming out' gesture. "Do you want to shave, buddy? You want to let
your buds in school to see.....
and, umm....know?"
 Violently, Mike shook his head, 'No'.
 "Then what, boy, what?" Ed asked, deeply concerned.
 "Dad, please don't get mad....I hav...need to....do this....but....I don't
know how," he said, and the tears started again.
 Ed wiped the tears with his thumb under Mike's eyes, and said, "Mike, I
won't worry you, or press you, but if you REALLY have to do this, for whatever
reason, Dad'll do it for you."
 Mike lunged into his arms, and just hugged him for long moments.
 "I'm just telling you boy...this is not a good idea...I hate doing this...."
 Mike said, "Thanks Dad, I know...but please just, ya know....do
it...pleeeease?"
 Shaking his head, he pushed Mike back to and onto the bed, spreading his
legs, pulling the floor lamp closer. He dried him thoroughly, and left the room,
only to return with the hair clipper/shears. Mike was horrified. Ed shook his
head, "Calm down, Mike, what you were doing wrong was trying to shave long
hairs....we need to clip them with this or a scissor, then we shave."
 Mike was soooo pleased, it was that simple an explanation....and it also
explained why it felt like he was pulling each hair out one by one....he WAS!
 Plugged in and ready to go, Ed laid the base of the shears at Mike's belly,
and turned it on. The vibration made Mike giggle, and boy rod sprung alive in
Ed's hand. Ed couldn't help
giving it an absent massage, rolling it between his fingers....Mike grabbed
on Ed's shearing arm, and pointed, shaking his head....alarmed. Ed said, "Ha!
Sorry, boy. Got you fired up, did I?" With that he squeezed the boyroot, and
calmed him down. Mike just laid back on his pillow enjoying this.
 Ed carefully, snipped the couple of hairs on the kid's cock, then went down
to inspect the boy's nutsack. He decided to go get a scissor for the few hairs
there....back from the bathroom, he also had his electric shaver now. He did
the kid's cock first as he was still hard, then gave it a hard 2 finger rap
under the cockhead. Whew! Mike jumped and yelped. The fucker just wilted like a
flower. He scissored the nutsack, then ran the shaver smoothly over the
taught-pulled skin. Finally, he worked all around the pube area and smoothed that
boy groin right out.
As he burrowed the shaver in around the boyroot, up it came again. Mike and
his Dad both laughed this time.
 Ed went for a bowl of hot water in the kitchen. Mike's mom wondered what was
going on, and Ed just said that he and Mike were doing man stuff. She smiled
that they were getting along so well recently. Back in the room, Ed began
laying on the shave cream, to finish the job. He pulled the razor through Mike's
already bare pube area, to eliminate any stubble. After six or seven smoothe
strokes that made Mike go all gooey, at last, he was done, and yanked the kid's
pud, and announced as much. With a big smile on his face, slowly disappearing,
Mike was shaking his head. "What?" Ed asked.
 Mike threw his legs in the air and pulled his cheeks apart....
 "Oh, Mike.... Are you really sure about this?"
 "Yes, Dad....gotta."
 Ed grabbed the shaver and cleared Mikey's playground...the edge of his
cheeks, and into his crease....even spread his pucker out, and put Mike's fingers
in place to spread 'em and hold 'em in place so he could work. He finished by
running the shaver right up to the boy's nuts. Then he pulled the hot water
bowl to the bed again, and laying on the thin film of cream, went about smoothing
Mikey's pussy of any hairs with the safety razor. Mikey's cheeks kept trying
to close, and his cute little pucker kept winking at Ed, who couldn't resist,
and when he finished, he kissed that winking boyhole, and slop-tongued him.
Mike "ohhh"ed with the unexpected excitement.
 Ed wet and wrung out a wash rag, wiped Mike, and then pulled the towel over
to dry him.
He left again for a moment, and when he came back, he sat down at Mike's wide
open crotch again, shook something from a bottle to his hands, and rubbing
them together, shot his hands to the boy's cock, and rolled it through
them.....then over his pube area and balls.  "Miss all those hairs big guy?" [bh]
 "Whoooooo, oooooh, Daddddd....what is that?" Mike was wowed.
 "Witch hazel boy....cools and soothes my boy's cock, eh?"
 "Goddddd, yeah, oh yeh, that is soooo gooooood, Dad," Mike cooed.
 Ed finished the job with a hand and finger swabbing of his balls, crack and
pucker.
 Mikey was floating somewhere just below the ceiling, bucking all over the
bed.
 "So what is this for, Mike some basketball team initiation, or somethin',"
Ed asked.
 "Um....oh...yeah, Dad, initiation.....yeah. Thanks a lot, you saved me, Dad.
They said if I didn't do it right, stuff would happen."
 "Glad to help, my boy....glad to help."
 Ed collected all the shaving junk in two trips, and then bid Mike a good
night and closed the door.
 "Nite, Dad," Mike said, with a sigh of relief. He was so worried he might
get Jamie into trouble...but Dad got him off the hook with that initiation
thing. "Boy, I shoulda thoughta that." Thinking this all through, he decided he'd
get up extra early, and make like he went to basketball practice in the
morning. He wanted to make sure his dad didn't connect the shaving to Jamie. Smiling
to his satisfaction with the plan, he squeezed his peter for a quick
celebration thrill, then got up and played some of his PS2 games till he couldn't stay
awake....bagged all the games, and sacked the PS2 to bring to Jamie in the
morning....and contentedly hit the mattress and was out.
 Back from his sweaty jog "from the high school basketball practice," Mike
tromped into the house, to shower and get ready for his weekend at Jamie's. Ed
was having breakfast when Mike came through for some juice, and asked how the
new 'look' went over at school.
 "Great, Dad. Lotsa laughs, but no torture....thanks to you." Ed smiled,
delighted, and Mike 'fived' him as he went by and out to his room.
 In the shower, Mike's hand reveled in the super smoothness of his play area.
His hands kept working over and around his dick, his nuts, his ass...he just
couldn't get enough of the feeling. Now, steeled like an I-beam, he had to get
that mother down, and not chance
a cum, or.......
 Dried, mirror-admiring his slim firmness, muscle flexing, turning first
left, then right, he air kissed the mirror. Dressed, he grabbed his rumpled paper
bag replacement duffle with his change of clothes, and the bags of PS2 gear,
and hit the hall. He was so excited to be spending the weekend at
Jamie's.....soooooo ex-cit-ed, his heart was pounding.
 Kisses to mom, and the appropriate waves and 'G'byes', and dad and stepson
were off to Oden.
 After Ed made his bud-up with Jamie, and took off, it was a little after
noon.
 Jamie told Mike to get the PS2 up to his room, and set it up for him. They
charged up the stairs and into Jamie's room. Once inside, and with the door
closed, Mike looked at Jamie. "On your knees, and undress me."
 Mike stripped his stepbrother, gently folding his clothes, and setting them
aside. Then as he looked up at Jamie, and his cock bobbed in front of him...he
instinctively kissed it.
Jamie almost cooed....he was shocked, stirred, and ecstatic...from both the
sensation, and, the absolute certainty that he now owned a gen-u-wine fuckin'
cockhound!
 "Set up the Playstation on my desk, dipshit, and bring me the games to get a
look at."
Mike dragged the bag with games over to Jamie's bed at the crawl, as his
stepbrother got up on it, and sprawled on his side, head on his hand.
 Mike crawled back to get the PS2, scurried to the desk, and set it up...on
his knees the whole time.
 Jamie called over, "Don't you got any 'Pork the Stepsuck Kid' game here?"
[ms]
 Mike almost smiled, but caught himself and said, "No, sir."
 Jamie did smile hearing the sir bit.
 "All ready sir," Mike called out when the PS was set up.
 "Come over and walk me to my new toy, pussy."
 Mike crawled over, and as Jame swung his legs down, Mike expected to have to
horsy him over to the desk. No, not today. He said, "Get your lips around my
prick, boy, and tug me back to the desk tonguin' my peter, and not missing a
slurp, or droppin it."
 Mike was a slave. One week and he was the consummate suckboy. He hung on to
that boy cock the whole way back to the desk, knee-walking backwards, all the
way, till Jamie sat down.
 Jamie had brought along the game he wanted to try first: Triple Header, a
baseball game. They played together, and Jamie ordered Mike not to win. Mike
complied, and even high fived with Jamie when the 'fixed' game was over.
 Jamie then turned to Mike and told him to blow him fast, "Comeon, I need
off, now!"
Mike face-fucked over Jamie's pud till he took his load in about 30 seconds.
Jame held the boy's head in his lap for long moments till he was completely
calmed. "Um-um-um, you do suck good, boy....you do suck good."
 Then he let Mike up, and cupping his chin, he looked down at him, asking,
"You like my jizz don't you, cocksucker?"
 "Yes, sir," Mike quickly answered.
 "OK, faggot...get over to the bed, get up there, and do the old strip tease
while you get your clothes off....and boy, I hope your box looks like a
baby's, for your sake."
 Jamie sat up against the headboard, propped by 2 pillows, hands folded
behind his head, to watch the show at the foot of his bed, saying, "Do a little
stripper tune too, fuckwad."
 Mike did such a good job at gyrating, with rhythm, and the "Ta-ta-daaa...."
and all, without real music, as his clothes dropped, that Jame started to
clapping to the beat as Mike got naked.
 Clapping like a crazed chimp, Jamie kicked up at Mike and said, "Let's
celebrate that super performance fagboy, and get down here and joy my cock, but
first let me feel your toybox and see if it's as good as it looks." Jamie
smoothed his hands all over the boy's cock, balls, crotch and butt, and even ran the
side of his hand through the boy's crack, and "Uuoomphh," Mikey moaned as his
stepbrother ran a finger up his valve.
 "You did some fuck-in' shaving little faggot, some fuckin' shavin' I don't
believe it. You musta worked all week on this....um-um-um."
 Mike dropped to his belly, and with his face looking up over Jame's
belly-hugging prick, Jamie said, "Now I want you hold my cock up, look at it all
around, lip-peck at it, tell me about it, taste it, treasure it, lick it then suck
it. Show Jamie how much you appreciate his cock."
 Mike did it all, saying things like: "I love the smoothe stalk, sir. It
feels so nice on my tongue....and the head sir, is sooooo juicy"...and he pecked
at it, then tongue slurped. "And sir, I love how it bobs and jerks when I
tip-tongue this little spot underneath..."
 "Unnnghhh," Jame moaned, and spasmed, at the rasping-swipe of the underside
of his cockhead, and the goo droozed up on top, with Mikey wicking it right
off.
 Jamie pulled his knees bent, and with his feet behind Mike's butt, he pulled
him close-in, as Mike got down to the biggest suck of his young life.
 Over the next half-hour, Jamie staved off cumming 7 times, and he let Mike
service his teen prong to his greatest ever blowjob.
 Finally, with feet beating Mikey's back and butt, and hands pounding the
bedclothes, Jamie yanked a pillow out and over his face, as he screamed,
"Ahhhhhhhh-yeeeeuwlll-ahh-ahh-nnnnnnnnnghhhh," all muffled into it.
 "Huh! Uhh! You fuck! You dirty fuck! Uhh! What a fuckin' cocksucker! Damn!
We could get money for you! Whewww!"
 Mike's spit-slick face and mouth smiled at his boy master, as he lay in his
crotch, tonguing, still, whatever he could reach with it.
 Soon Mikey horsy'd Jamie to the shower and then they dressed, Mikey in just
a tattered pair of Jame's gym shorts, barefoot, and headed out to get a move
on with the tent-out they had planned all week.
 Mike caught himself, when he spied the tent at the farthest corner of the
backyard. What a beauty it was! Camouflage...flaps all up, with the breeze
flowing the mosquito netting. Geez, even a flag blowing from the peak. Jamie
back-kicked Mike's butt, and he lurched forward, "Nice, huh, dipstick?"
 "Uh, oh yeah....uh...sir", Mike said, stumbling ahead, "it's
so....beautiful!"
 Some boys were already there. Andy, Chris and Ryan were criss-crossing the
yard with a football in play.
 "Hey, guys!" Jamie yelled as he came up to them with Mike in tow. "Here's
the beatoff you all voted on the other night."
 They all cheered and yukked, and hand-slapped with Mike.
 Brown, caesar-cut hair'ed Ryan, at about 5' 7", 135 lbs., put a hand on
Mike's shoulder, and said, "So did you cum yet this week, queerboy?"
 "No, sir."
 They all pointed, gawked and bust out laughing from Ryan being sir'd, and at
Mike admitting not cumming, by their own orders.
 Jamie whispered in Mike's ear, "Let's get started with the introductions,
faggot....get on your knees, and rub your lips over each boy's fly, and make him
welcome, eh?"
 "Yes, sir," said Mike, who dropped right in front the shocked Ryan, took the
boy's butt cheeks in his hands and rubbed his face to his fly.....and then
crawled to Andy...and finally, Chris. The wide-eyed boys looked at each, thumbed
up, and then Ryan and Chris grabbed him under the arms, and hauled him behind
them with the tops of his bare feet dragging over the grass, legs limp and
bent, off toward the tent.
 The pants of every one of the boys were tented out....Mikey's, too.
 Umm-ummm-ummm.....looks like the feed-fuck is on!!!!

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