Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 10:28:51 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 11

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
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 11

Finally dressed, he trudged his butt home, amazingly, constantly, licking his
lips....and...tightening his butt! In the garage, he took some rags to clean
up and was none too messed up as he slipped past the TV room, and his mother,
to the bathroom, for a face check. Washing his face, then clearing his
butthole on the crapper, he stripped for a shower and appeared in the front room,
barefoot, shorts and a tee, sitting right where he was last Sunday, when Mikey
was between his legs, lunching on his prick.....man that seems years ago!!!

 Meanwhile, back in Willow, Mikey was alone showering back in his own lo
ckerroom, after being banged around the visitors' shower. He got himself all
squared away, and dressed, and out to the street for the walk home. Man, that boy
was his master's boy for sure. Jamie told him to suck that used rubber all the
way home...and he was still sucking it! He scampered up the steps and into the
house. His mom was already to bed, and Ed was enjoying a beer in the front
room watching a ball game, and waved him in.
 Mike bounded in, and gave his stepdad a rundown of the game, which Ed
cheered him for.  He told him Jamie was down for it, and they talked, but that was
all. At first Mike just plopped onto the couch next to Ed. Soon, Ed put his arm
around the boy, fatherly, lovingly, and hugged him to him, and Mikey snugged
right up....it had been a while since Ed funned with his 'boy'....

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 11.

 Ed put his lips to the boys head and squeezed and then rubbed in his pubes,
and said, your hairs growin' back boy?
 Mike looked up quick, almost alarmed...and said, "No, Dad, I'm not 'lowed to
grow 'em back til afta school's over."
 Ed didn't know if he liked the idea of that...and said, "You sure this is ok
with you...they do this with all the kids?"
 "Oh yeah, Dad...'s'is the way they do it....and if any grows back, man, it's
the shit's," Mike lied.
 "Do you want me to clean your stubble each week for you then?"
 "Oh, man, Dad, that would be cool. I been getting worried about how I would
do cleanup, and stuff."
 "No problem, boy," Ed said, as he squirreled his right arm down the boy's
back and then lifted him from the waist, and as Mike moved up himself, he ended
up on Ed's lap, knees straddling Ed. Ed lifted from his boypits, and stood
him, dropping Mike's pants and boxers, and Mike stepped out of 'em after they
worked his sneaks off. With the boy's pubes in front of his face, Ed ran his
hands over the front bare brush, around the kid's dick and balls then ran the same
hand from between his legs up to his tailbone and all the way through his
crease to his pucker....diddlin' there a sec, and then out to Mike's nutsack.
 He looked up past Mike's hardening peter, and said, I feel a little stubble
there, and I think it passes the sight test...but if they touch you, you won't
make it....I don't think.
 Mike nodded, and said, "Well, maybe we should wait til just before school
again, like Sunday night, cuz nex' practice isn't til Monday afternoon."
 "Good...then that's the plan, son," and he looked right at the big cum tube
of his stepson's now hard peter, as it stood there proudly smack up against
the kid's belly....and....he licked right up from the nuts to the sensi-spot
under the cockhead.
 Oh, god, the boy buckled into his lap. As Ed moved to take the dickhead in,
he looked questioningly at Mike...."Can you...."
 Mikey interrupted and said, "I cin cum Dad....no 'strictions this
week...Jamie didn't give me no 'structions."
 Ed nodded and in the same motion, Mike's dick disappeared into the hot
cavern of stepdad love, and in mere seconds, his boy was bucking and digging his
nails into Ed's neck, squealing and whining a fabulous power cum into Ed's
throat....."Eeeeeeeeeeee, yiiiiiiii, ohmydaddy, ooooooooo, sogoodsogoodsogood, uh,
uh, unghhh, huh."
 While Mikey drained his nuts into Ed's mouth, Ed's fingers had breached boy
pussy, and Mike was thrill-humping on those fingers as he shot his wad. When
the boy came down from the splendor of his daddy lovesuck, his boytail was
sliding onto his stepdad's boypleaser.
 With his hands on both cheeks, Ed helped the boy to a beautiful fuckaboy
ride'n'slide, and soon he was breathlessly driving his manpole up toyboy hole for
all he was worth. What made it all the more joyous for Ed, was his jubilation
in that Mikey loved  it, too....that he so wanted to fun with his dad, and
loved being manloved. When Mike pushed his lips to Ed's out of breath mouth, Ed
let him deep tongue him, while giving his all to keep breathing through his
nose, not to steal the love emotion from his son.
 My god, Ed had no way of knowing what Mikey had been through already that
night, and for us to see Mikey in the throes of such sexual need, anxiety and
sensation is phenomenal! Mikey pounded his pussy over his Dad's hard rod, like
there was nothing else in all the world for him that mattered....and....nothing
else did!!!
 Ed went crazed, and effectively short-stroked to his mad explosion by
pushing Mikey up and down over his poker faster and faster. The excitement in his
stepfather's face, the electricity between them, and the friction tingle-burn up
the boy's love chute was all too much as he fired off yet another fabulous
load boy of spunk straight into Ed's chest.
 Wheezing, and heaving....the two slumped....Ed's head to the back of the
couch, Mike, into his dad's shoulder.
 Many long moments were spent in glowing double aftercum pulsing, lengthening
breaths, and a calming of boy and man.....as the night wore on....
 Mikey drifted off, still riding manrail, and Ed reached 'round the boy,
gathering Mike's clothes, and stood, hiking his pants, and the boy's legs up arou
nd his waist, then moved on to Mike's room. As he leaned down to put Mikey to
bed, his prick finally slid from him. Kissing the boy's forehead, there in the
dark, Mike held his dad's neck so tight, and seemingly didn't want to let go.
Ed stayed bent over while the kid held on, tighter now, and Ed knew Mike was
awake, and aware of what he was doing....and wanted. Ed knee stepped between
Mike's legs...first the right, then the left knee.....Mike brought his legs up,
and Ed placed them on his shoulder, after first holding the boy's ankles
together and kissing the bottoms of those young boy feet. As Mike's tail rose up,
Ed's cock, hard as steel again, slipped right back up boy pucker as Ed
scooched up against the boy.
 "I love you boy," Ed cooed down at the shadow of Mike's face, "I want to
love you, boy."
 Hard and deep inside his stepson, Ed held fast, as Mikey sighed, and said so
lovingly to his dad, "Love me Daddy....oh, pleeeease....love MEEEEE!!"
 Ed slipped into a routine slip'n slide, up and back, through his boy. Mikey
started to "Wheeeeee!"  Ed had never gotten that from the boy before....well,
they hadn't had that many 'playtimes' between them...but, he smiled to himself
with the knowledge that he was giving his boy something to squeal
for.....that he truly wanted...needed.
 At last, ecstatic, and powershooting his load through Mikey's pussy, and
having so grand a cum that he went completely useless-weak, he leaned into Mike's
face and kissed the boy so deeply. Mike wrapped his arms around Ed's neck,
kissing and sucking his dad's tongue back....before releasing him finally, and
sinking deeply into his pillow and sleep.
Mike's arms were laid out to the side and up, squared at the elbows, as Ed
slid from him, and while keeping his legs up, he burrowed underneath, and ate
his juice from his boy's hole.....after while, Ed slipped from the bed, the
room, and was gone.....
 Mikey would hope for a quiet weekend with no Jamie, no Jamie
instructions...but he didn't know....

 As it turned out...that's exactly what he got. He had no idea what Jamie was
going through....that Mikey was the furthest thing from Jame's mind. After
his mom headed off for bed, Jamie's mind went into a whirl of fears, scareds,
excitement, and he didn't know what. He'd never felt like he did this very
moment....slumped in the couch, the TV on, his seeing nothing, images of his
clothes on the dark school lawn slope, his naked boytail winking at the stars....his
sphincter doin' double time squeezing on big boy dick that wasn't there
now....that hurt....hurt him so.... so good!!!! His not being in control.... boy
that was confusing. When he laid into one of his buds, and of course, Mikey, HE
was the MAN! And he joyed all over from it....even when he gave a bud some
pleasure....
it was of his choosing to do so.
 Reliving the last hours...pressed into service in the bus....the big
boys....then from the parking lot to the lawn....again.....ohmannnnnn....cock.... so
fuck-in' hard....his hands were buried into his boxers through the
waistband.....needing to take care of things. He squeezed....and droozed, and dreamed,
and omigod, the 2d floor boys room, those big boys....their cock.....all for
him! His eyes closed....his beet red boy dick between his ever-tightening
fingers...feet curled, his bare toes dug into the carpet there in the front room, by
himself, he bucked off the cushion so violently, and his cum'splosion was so
huge, his entire shorts were soaked through with boyscum even through his
boxers underneath. "ULLLLPHAHHH! Oh, omigod...oh cock...fuck....dicks....all those
dicks....cum....my hole.... Wheeewwwww!!!" And NOW, he was working the fingers
of one of his cumsoaked hands....around back...under his butt...into his
boypussy..."Oooooo my heart's pounding...."
....Jamie's eyes are tearing....all by himself....bouncing on those
fingers....cock never went down....throbbing, pounding, pulsing his beautiful kiddie
dickhead....that pisshole in those shorts spwooking open and closed like a
fuckin' guppy's mouth. Oh, GEEZ.....hold on, he's goin' off....again and again and
again....that beautiful sweat-soaked black crewcut head dripped water down his
face, joining his streaming tears. The sweat poured into his ears, down his
back, soaking his tee. In all of this, the pretty kid bounce-cummed all over
the couch, till finally he slumped over on his face, into the seat heaving,
gasping, and sighing....tongue....licking....he had just relived the last few
hours in his mind, in his hand and on his fingers.....and as he lay there...his
body stilling spasming from the cum of his life....he was now in a
vision...looking up from his knees in the 2d floor boys room, at all those big boys, and
all those cock, all for him, all.....his!!!! Ohhhhhhh, Jamie!!!!
 Ohhhhhhhh!!! IT WASN'T A DREAM!!!! He looked up from his knees...from grin
to smirk to sneering face....all 6 older dudes were there in a semicircle, with
Jamie's head against the lip of a urinal. They were creative planners, these
kids. They'd posted an 'Out of Order' sign on the door outside, then locked
it.
 Devon was directly before Jamie, and looked down sternly saying, "Le's get
you on some breakfast, queerboy."
 Jamie looked up questioning....Devon cuffed the side of his head, and said,
"Open me up, boy, and le's see whutchu find, and how big yur appetite is."
 The 6 boys watched Jamie's shaking fingers work open the button, then go for
the zipper..."Whut I tell yuh, boys, he knew right where it was alla time."
Snickering boys all around, as Jame worked Dev's zipper, and stuck his hand
inside and fished for boyprick.
He was actually startled at the first feel of Devon's hard cock in his
boxers....but he moved to the fly opening and pulled it through there, and out for
all to see. Devon was embarrassed that all the others watched his cockhead
there, while Jamie just held it, and got angry...."Suck it you little fuck. Eat
cock, dude!"
 The screaming boy made Jame lurch forward and take him in his mouth.
Phwoooohph!
 Dev's knees buckled, and, Josh said, "Um, um um, yer momma'd be proud,
queersuck.....
you a good eater."
 Every kid there went hard. All their bodies were in quivering still life in
anticipation of pending fulfillment.
 Devon put his hands, elbows out, behind his head and humped wildly, just
like a belly dancer, as he got off inside Jame's face...."Ohyeh, ooooohyeaaaaaah,
suck it, suckitttttttt!!!!"
 Knees were weak in that little circle of boys who got so excited, they were
gripping themselves, each other, the wall....whewww!
 Josh pushed his way into place as Devon pulled out. Jamie looked up dumbly,
to which Josh got a look of exasperation on his face, blurting out, "Duh! GO
FISH, DUDE!"
 With Josh's pants opened and his dick sucked in, Jason pulled on Jamie's
shirt from the side there, till he pulled it over the sucking head, and off. With
that, the others stripped Jame the rest of the way...sneaks, socks, cargoes,
and boxers....everything Jamie was wearing, was Mikey's....and now the stuff
was all over the bathroom, and Josh was shooting his boywad down the kid's
throat.
 Jamie took dick after dick there on his knees.
 Jon said, "Kiss my nuts, faggot.....ahhhhhhh......suck me good now, and I
wanna see'dos cheeks a'yurs cave right in. Ungh, ohgod, ummmm, unngghh," Jon
grunted and grabbed for his buds' shoulders to hang on.
 Damon yanked Jamieface onto his meat, and said, "Don't suck yet
fagboy...lick at it, tongue swipes, yuh know? Over and over and over, real fast, till it
starts bouncing...then  suck it off and take my wad."
 Jamie went to it and the others watched in excited fascination, and Josh
said, "Man, look at that tongue whippin' over his dick man! Ah nevah seen
anythin' like it!"
 The others, without speaking, were nodding, quivering, and pumping their
puds.
 As Damon pulled out, Taylor grabbed Jamie's hair, and yanked his head back
the other way, and jammed his power prod into Jame's mouth with no ceremony,
pistoning the kid's head over his meat till he whined, and cried out,
"Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeee, accggghhh, ungh,
suck me you fag cunt!" The boys all smiled, as Tay shot his hips forward
twice, three times, with the last of his prick-pulsing boy shot, and Jamie's face
bent way up and back, straining so hard to take Taylor's feed.
 Then while he performed the 'duty' on Jason, he was getting his instructions
for the days ahead. Most of these kids were on the varsity basketball team,
and their next game was on the road. They told Jame he was to be on the team
bus next afternoon, for the game trip.
 Also...he was to report to this boys room every morning at 7:30 and wait at
least 15 minutes for any of these boys, or others of their friends, who would
like to partake of queer mouth and pussy.
 The whole time, Jame was nodding and sucking Jase.
 If no one showed, he could leave, but was to be aware he was to serve anyone
who approached him, wherever it took place. They said he most likely would be
required to be naked in the boys room. Anywhere else, he would be expected to
get to his knees, and pull his sneaks and socks off, before chowing down.
 Taking off on the fact that Jamie tried to pimp Mikey to them, Devon said,
"Oh, and we'll be working out a fee plan for you to pay to suck cock and put
out, dude. Letcha know. You aint getting this fine young stud meat fer free, yuh
know."
 Jame's eyes closed at hearing that. Talk about just desserts! Geez!
 Jase was finishing up with a wild fuck-pumping of Jamie's face, with his
hands tight to the boy's ear-handles. Then with Jamie still on his knees taking
the dregs of Jase' shootoff, he was asked by Taylor, "Dju wash dis morning,
queenie?"
 After Jamie emphatically nodded 'Yes,' Taylor said, looking to the others,
"Man, fucker knows whut he is, don't he? Well, anyways, your face and hair are
a sweat and cum sloppy mess, now....yuh can't shame yuhself in classes lookin'
like dis." Taylor motioned and nodded to the others, and they came over as
Taylor pulled Jamie up and around by his armpits, and stuffed his face to the
urinal. They flushed it. The flush cascaded over his face, soaking his hair, and
as they set him back on his knees facing his new shower stall, and the water
drained down his face and chest, they pointed at him, burst into hysterical
laughter, and fived all around.
 "Hey, dirthole....over here!" Yelled Devon from the crapper stalls. "Crawl
your queer ass over here!"
 Jamie was quickly knee waddling while the kids broke out in a new round of
yuks, watching his bubble boy ass wagglin,' and his upturned toes and feet
dragging across the tiles. Devon, Jase, and Damon were at the three stalls waiting
for Jamie. Devon crooked his finger at Jame, who tentatively crawled in the
stall....after being flushed in the urinal, he was really worried about this.
 Dev said, "Flush it, queenie!" Relieved, absently thanking his stars for
small favors, he reached for the lever and as he flushed the toilet, he looked
down to see his boxers disappear in a swirl of water. A tear welled in his eye.
 He was called next by Jase, and as he flushed, he saw a sock go down....same
with Damon...and the other sock.
 The kids had garaged their pricks and were readying to leave, and as they
headed for the door, Josh pointed at Jamie, saying, 'Member, fuckwad, ever'
mornin,' here, and anytime during the day, be ready...," and Devon chimed in,
saying, "...and the bus tuhmorrah...BE THERE!" he yelled, pointing threateningly.
Taylor also turned back, and yelled, "And be CLEAN fucktool!"
 Jamie watched, trembling, as the boys snapped the door latch, and were gone.
 Still sopped, dripping, and dazed....he kneeled there...then he realized
where the fuck he was and jumped up to get dressed. He grabbed some paper towels
and wiped his face, and hair and down his front. His cargoes were hanging from
a toilet stall door, and his tee was in a sink....but, wha...where? His
sneaks. They were not there...nowhere! Ohhhh, he slumped against the sink, and then
slowly scanned the room....maybe he missed 'em in his hysteria....not in the
stalls, not in the trash barrel, not under the radiator...nooooooo sneakers!!
 In concession, he padded to the door, his mind a whirl...and knowing he had
short few minutes to get to his first class....
 Ah!  He took off out the door and down the hall and stairs to the locker
room...picking up giggles, stares and shaking heads as the kids he passed saw him
bare foot.
 Darting through the door, slamming it into the wall, he was a vapor trail to
his locker. He had even feared they'd gotten to his locker...but
no....Grrrrreat!!!! His gym sneaks! Still there. A big sigh, he whipped 'em out, and then
remembered, he even had some dirty socks in there. Socks on, sneaks
tied.....whewwww....good to go. Off to class.
 Out the door, with 'BAMMMM!' that thundered through the empty hallways. On
the run, Jamie hit the stairs, and was sailing past another stairway, when he
heard a booming voice, "HEY! Stop the runnin' in the hall....and getchur
cocksuck ass over here....NOW!!!
 Jame stopped on a dime, and felt a sweat start to bead up....first thought
was it was the student dean...then he was more terrified that it
was.......fuckin' Tay-lor!!
 He ran back to stairwell, and dropped to his knees before him, and reaching
behind to take his right sneaker off....but then Taylor slapped the top of his
head....hard!
 Jame's head snapped up to look into Taylor's face.
 Taylor said, "Not now, dickwad....just checkin' you know yur place...and
duties. And, uh, awso, no matta whut goes on here in school tuhday....fergetcher
bus this aftanoon....be at the monument in the back lot....I'll pick you up.
Now lick 'em lips and flap 'em fuh me...lemme see."
 Jamie licked his lips with his tongue working all around...then worked them
in and out, up and down....
 "Goooooood boy....you ready, cuntboy.....you are rea-deeeee!" Taylor held up
his open palm for Jamie to five-slap...unwittingly celebrating his own
forthcoming humiliation at Tay's hand.
 Taylor pushed off, bounding down the stairs to class....Jamie, still having
to get to his own class....trying to stand....just looked down the empty
staircase....listening to Taylor's sneaks pounding the steps of the lower
staircase....on his knees....still....his tongue....laving across his upper
lip....ohhhhhh....harrrrrrd.....Jamie, there, on his knees, tongue...out, licking,
prick...snaking hard up inside his boxer-less cargoes....the cooling goo-drip making
the inside of his pants cold to the touch....rubbing his cock hard to his
warm belly...he squeezed....once....twice...ohhhhhhh, fucking dopey
dude.........he had to get to class....slipped back down to his
knees...."Unnnnnghhhhhhuhuh, ohyeah, ooooh!" fucking pumping a tremendous cum-soppy wad into his
pants...ohhhhh, Jamieeeeee!
 The morning crawled along through homeroom, and 2 classes, and then as he
was changing classes, Jason and Josh came up on either side of him and pressed
shoulders to shoulders. "Hey queer dude, yer wanted." All a-quivver, Jamie was
guided down a lightly populated corridor, and about 20 feet ahead he saw a
group of kids....they were headed right for them.
 Josh and Jase were hand-slapped by the others, being Devon, and the rest of
the boys room crew. The kids separated and Jamie was pushed in the middle as
they all surrounded him. "You are one dumbfuck, faggot!" Damon said, poking him
in the chest.
 "Yeh, pussy dude....you supposed tuh be on yer knees, aintchu?" Jon barked.
 Jamie dropped, and started whipping his sneaks and socks off. There were
varied snickers, and gut laughs, as the bare foot kid anxiously looked up from
face to face to...oh, nooooooo.....he hadn't even seen.....two of the boys had
their arms around....GIRLS....who were also grinning down at him!"
 Devon said, "Whip it out faggot, and rub one off fer all yur buds
here....and these two new members of our little club."
 Jamie was still gawking at the girls, sooooooooo embarrassed...and was
shaken alert by Josh stepping on the bottom of his bare feet....hard.
 He unzipped and fished his wick out, and they all bust out laughing....his
shame was so overwhelming....he couldn't even get hard at first....but after
being poked and kicked several times he kept at it... and broke into a wild
ass-bucking jackoff, that found the girls mouths hanging open in amazement...as
the boys all rooted their favorite wackfag on.
 Taylor said, "Shoot in yur hand, dude, and after you show it to the girls,
here, show 'em how you eatcher boy goo."
 With his head snapping back and forth, panting, his hand a blur, all the
kids were now cheering like they were watching a football touchdown run......"Go,
go, goooooooo," albeit in a low tone of roar, there, in the school hallway.
 Other kids had swelled around the circle, trying to get a look at the
action. This would be it for Jamie at Oden, looked like.
 Then, with tiny, muffled yelps, Jamie shot his cum in five fine spurts that
fascinated the girls in particular. After many long seconds, he shakily raised
his cum-filled palm up for all to see, and dumbass Jason tried to shove
Josh's face in it.
 "Eat it, fuckwad!" Dev yelled.
 Jame whipped his palm to his mouth, sucked it in and licked, and swallowed,
and god, everybody scrunched up their faces, and whoever didn't touch his own
lips, touched his neck it seemed. The girls turned away, totally grossed,
hmmm, they better take a lesson, eh....the boys all yukked, and with that, they
all turned and left Jamie bare foot, cock out in his hand, sweating and shamed,
on his knees, and then a whoop of laughter broke out....a whole 'nother
fifteen or twenty kids that had surrounded the original circle were doubled up
laughing and pointing. It was raucous.....and Jamie slumped to his butt on the
floor, slowly pulling on his socks and sneaks, and as he stood, those who were
still standing and staring, bust out laughing again when he reached down to pull
his fly up.
 After a whole day of looking over his shoulder, and breaking out in cold
sweats when someone just touched his back or shoulder...or looked like they were
gonna confront him, for 'duty,' it was almost a relief to 'know' what he was
gonna be doing now as he approached the monument Taylor told him be at after
school. Then....he wasn't so relieved, as the lot emptied...of kids....and
cars...and buses...his bus...all gone. Shuffling feet, hands stuffed deep in his
pockets, arms close to his sides....Jamie was feeling funned, put down,
and....then out of nowhere, a mid-size car came roaring into the lot, right toward the
monument.
 Jamie lightened up, hoisting his backback, and moved toward the approaching
car.
 'Errrrrrrrcccccccchhhhh!' the car braked, and Taylor leaned from the driver
side, "Throw your pack in the back window, faggot." Jamie did so, and started
to move to open the front door. "Uh-uh....get back there next to the monument."
 As Jame backed up, he was thinking, 'Shit! He's taking my pack? Whut's up
wit'that?'
 Tay yelled at him now from inside the car, "Take yur shirt off and throw it
in." He did.
"Now, get dem sneaks and socks in here. Hey! where da fuck you get 'em
anyway?"
 Without waiting for an answer, he ordered Jamie to strip his cargoes, and
throw them in the back, too.
 Jamie did so, and as he stepped back after flipping the shorts in back,
Taylor hit the gas and was GONE!!!!!!!
 With his hands in front of his wilted dick, his eyes welled up, he stood in
his school yard, with no chance of hiding his naked body from the whole
fuckin' world! Ohhhhhhhgod, is all that rang in his skull! One bare foot, rubbing
over top the the other, he looked like he was rehearsing a naked ballet....badly.
 From behind the monument, down the hill from the other exit, with the engine
cut, Taylor had sneaked back, and had coasted back down to Jamie, and
screamed, GET YOUR FUCKIN' QUEER ASS IN HERE, DIRTHOLE!!"
 Jamie ran 'round the front of the car and jumped in, soooooo fuckin'
relieved....."Scared fuck outta you, eh, fagboy?"
 Jamie just nodded up and down several quick jerks looking to his feet, and
his hands covering his dick, all buried between his thighs. As they left the
lot, Taylor said, "Getchor hands outta there and work that cock up hard, boy...."
 S-l-o-w-l-y, Jame wrapped his cock with his hand and started to pump it very
very slowly...."Yank it, you cunt!!!" Taylor yelled as they hit the street
and took off down the road away from the school.
 "Don't cum you little wackoff....just keep it hard," Tay ordered when he saw
that Jame was getting short of breath.
 They were slowing down behind a kid on his bike on Taylor's side....the kid
looked about 13, and was a paperboy, with a full sack on his handlebars.
 "Hey, kid," Taylor greeted the boy, and as he stopped, the boy dropped his
brake-foot, and leaned toward Taylor in the window...."jus' a question, whut
are yuh, 12, 13?"
 "Hi, yeh, I'm 13....almos' 14."
 "Now don't be embarrassed....'kay? We all do it. You jerk off when you're
alone?"
 The kid was floored, shamed, beet-red in an instant, and said, "Hmmm, uhhh,
yeh, a'guess."
 There's something about younger kids....when an older kid bothers to even
talk to them, they just melt an'll do anything for 'em. Sorta like celebrity
kinda admiration, and love of acceptance. Well, same thing here.
 Tay said, "Look, I want you to see somethin', hear? Leave your bike there
'gainst the car, and come 'round the other side and get in....let this kid here
(head motioning toward Jamie) give you a thrill.
 As the kid almost bounded 'round the back of the car, Taylor told Jame to
open the door and slide over....which he did, and the kid jumped in to the
shocking site of a naked older kid there next to him, who Taylor was now pushing
down to floorboard.
 Tay put a comforting hand to the kid's shoulder and said, "Hey, dude, kid
here's gonna hep you out...make yuh feel good....don't wuss out on me man."
 The kid's shock eased, and Taylor said, "Boy here's gonna jerk you off...the
greatest you ever felt...open yur pants, comeon...comeonnnnn......go, faggot,
take him off."
 With the button open, Jame pulled his zipper, and the kid pushed his butt
back further away and nervous and scared, "Hol-leee, man. I dunno....I...hey
lemme...." shying away....reaching for the door handle.
 Taylor leaned to him, looked in his eyes, and gently held, then squeezed his
hand, whispering, "'S'good boy, wait n'see....he'll make you feel soooooo
gooooood."
 Taylor could feel the kid relax and sink down into the car seat, just as his
slim peter was bared over the pulled-down waistband. He was scared and soooo
excited. Nobody'd ever  held his dick. Jame looked to Tay, who nodded, and
Jamie started to rub the kid off. In no time, the young boy was hard and pushing
sneakered feet into the floor board and his head slammed into the
seatback....and, and, and then his butt started to flex and hump up, and "Omigoddddddd!"
he wailed, and Taylor leaned to Jamie, still squeezing the boy's tightening
hand, and made a circle of his lips, jutting his chin out to Jamie.....who
tentatively moved to take paperboy prick into his mouth. "Ahhhhhhccghh!!"
the kid screamed, and pumped and bounced and pulsed his kiddiecum over
Jamie's tongue.
 The kid's face was red....sweat streaming....tears in his squeezed shut
eyes....his toes doing a curl inside his sneakers.....and man oh man, the pulsing
spasm of his cock....nothing like he'd ever felt in his life.
 After many long, trembling moments, the boy opened his eyes to see Jamie's
mouth still filled with boyprick....aftercum spasms eased, his cock was still
hard. The kid looked to Taylor and a big sheepish kind of smile covered his
sweaty, wet and shimmering face.
 "Mannnnnnn....thanks, man.....I nevahhhh, huhuh....." he bucked again.
 Tay smiled back and said, "Jamie loves doing it for you, too." Jamie looked
up, and Taylor said, "Remember that face now, boy....whenever you see that
face, that mouth is for your cock...anytime....anyplace....."
 "Wow! Holy! I can't...."
 "Thank the young man now, fuckstick!"
 "Thank you, sir," Jamie said now holding the boy's prick in his hand......
 "Now, fagboy, kiss your new buddy goodbye," Tay told Jame.
 Jamie gave the paperboy's dick a kiss right on his cockhead, and holstered
the boy, zipped him up, buttoned his pants and looked down.
 Taylor now shook the boy's hand he'd been squeezing and said, "See yuh,
dude, and from here on, be on the lookout for yer livin' blowjob there," head
nodding to Jame.
 "Oh, man...thanks a lot....wow...geez....seeyuh...." and he was out the door
to a click and slam. As he got to his bike, Taylor put his left arm out, and
gripped the back of the kid's neck, tightened and flexed....the kid sort of
rolled his head toward the squeezing hand.
 Taylor recorded that, and asked..."Where you live, l'il dude?"
 The boy pointed back behind them up the street, "Here....um, # 23, blue
shutters."
 "Name boy?"
 "Davey.....seeyuh....'bye," and one joyed boy took off to do his
route....both arms, fisted, wildly punching the air, with a crazy
"Eeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhh!!!!" while his bike wobbled from side to side, no hands.....
 "See faggot, you have made you one happy young man today....and I'd say you
gonna be happyin' him...and a messa his friends fer some time to come, too,"
Taylor said, with a squeeze to Jamie's bare shoulder.
 Shattered and shamed, Jamie had a welling happening in his eyes, as he
stared down at his nakedness.
 In short order, Taylor was pulling into a driveway and 'round back of the
house. "Leave yer shit here, dirthole....and getcher butt up those stairs. Very
tentatively, Jame opened the door, and looked back and ahead, praying there
was no one see him bare naked....and then was blur up the stairs, where he had
to wait anyways, 'cause Taylor had dallied below to enhance the boy's
embarrassment and shame. Finally, Taylor got to top of the landing, and said, "On yur
knees queerboy..."
 Jamie dropped like a rock immediately, and as the sliding glass door rolled
back, Jamie was motioned to enter, followed by Taylor, who then ordered him to
the room on the left, assumedly Tay's room, and to get on his belly, on the
bed. Taylor grabbed a tee shirt off the chair by his desk, and came back with a
scissors. Jamie got so frightened, he jumped, and almost got off the bed, and
to his feet. Taylor's left arm caught him around the mid-section, and flung
him back on the bed, with a bouncing flop, like so much goose feathers in a
bag. If Jame wondered whether he was any match for Taylor before...his question
was answered.
 Completely dressed, still, Taylor straddled Jamie facing his feet, and
leaned down practically laying full out on the kid. The crotch of Tay's pants was
right under Jamie's nose. Taylor set about scissoring the young boy's pubes.
 "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh," Jamie wailed....seems Jamie didn't like what he
had made others do...like Mikey.
 Taylor said, "Mannnn....you smell like cum, dude," and then worked very
calmly, and steadily clearing off all the hairs he could get at right to the kid's
peter and down along his thighs. Then after brushing the loose hairs, and
rechecking, he was up, to the bottom of the bed, on the floor, pulling Jamie to
him, pushing his legs up, saying, "Hang on to your toes dude, and DON'T even
flinch!"
 Inside, and showing all over his body Jamie was quaking in fear....and
Taylor went after the hairs on his balls, under his sack and into and around his
crease and boybud. He had Jamie pull his own cheeks apart as he surveyed the
little cock paradise hidden there, and scissored what little hairs Jamie had. Off
the bed, and back quickly with his cordless electric shaver, Taylor now made
quick work of all the visible stubble...particularly at the cock and root,
where the razor would be too testy.
 He smacked Jamie's ass so hard, the kid was shocked! Then he was done and up
going for the door. "Crawl to me dogboy."
 Jamie was in a flash at the crawl, and at Tay's side. Taylor said, "Stick
outcher tongue, and pant like the l'il mutt you fuckin' are...lemme
see....QUICK!"
 Jamie did as ordered, and Taylor patted his head, and said, "The bathroom is
to the left, first door on the left. Let's have your little doggie ass in
there right smartly."
 Jamie quick-crawled down the hall, and Taylor was giggling watching that
little toyboy ass waggle and waddle, and those upturned dragging-behind feet and
toes....as he  turned into the bathroom.
 Man, this was one of those walk-around baths. Room for a fuckin' pony.
Sprawling countertop with sunken sink large enough to bathe a medium sized
boy....hmmmmm.

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