Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 09:28:08 EDT From: Jarrod749@aol.com Subject: Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 19 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 19. Soon after the last shower was turned off in the locker room, and things quieted as Jamie's mates made their way to classes, he grabbed his pack, and was himself taking off through the locker room to class. As he got to the door, it burst open, and an arm came across his neck and chest, closed tightly around him and dragged him backward into the locker room proper again, where he was lifted up on one of the benches. Coughing and grabbing his neck as he was released, Jamie sadly saw he was in the presence of Taylor...the senior who had shaved him t'other day. As other seniors were moving past them, Tay said, "Drop 'em faggot, and lessee's if you got any cock fuzz." Jamie quickly opened his shorts dropping 'em and his brand new Mikey boxers. Taylor nodded approval, doubled Jamie over with a finger snap to the kid's cockhead, and then whisked him 'round to check his tail, pushing him over at the waist. "Spread 'em cheeks, cuntboy." Jame pulled his butt wide with both hands, his shorts and boxers at his ankles while he stood, now in front of 8 or 9 other guys, including the crew he'd been having to pay in the 2d floor boys room, and serve on the team bus 'n all. Jame's l'il butt looked clean of stubble, but Taylor thought he caught the scent of cum, but then he got distracted. Taylor smacked Jamie's butt hard, and then turned him to a couple of the others who wound up and waled him, too. Spinning him around front again, Taylor said, "Nice, boy....nice. Good job. I don't got no time fer you tuhday boy, but I don't want you feeling bad that I ain't had times to feed yuh, hear? We'll have plenty times fer that, eh?" he said, to a rapid nod from Jamie. Tay grinned wickedly as he gripped Jamie's balls tight....tighter, and the kid just sank to his haunches with tears filling his eyes. Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 19. Releasing Jame's balls, Taylor let out with booming, "HA!" and then strode past the crouching boy hunched against himself at the end of the locker bench. The others moved off to their lockers as well, like nothin' had just happened. Chancing a furtive glance, still with his head down, to the left and right, and behind him, Jame stepped one foot, then the other from the bench reaching for his pack at the same time and made his way slowly for the door, while pulling his pants up haphazardly with one hand. To his questioning surprise, he was not yelled at, taunted or grabbed, or even paid any attention, and was allowed to leave. He leaned heavily against the wall outside and heaved a huge sigh, so needing to rub his throbbing balls, got his pants zipped and made it off down the hall and to his next class. The best thing of all for Jamie, was that the underclassmen classes rarely intersected the upperclassmen, so Jamie never had 'duty' with the older kids anywhere near where his old buds, and regular classmates were...gym class being one of the exceptions. As a result, Ryan, Chris, Andy and them were in the dark about Jame's new life. The day went along without incident, and Jamie got his butt home without any service. After a snack and a snooze, Jamie woke refreshed, splashed his face flopped into the den chair and dialed Chris. They arranged for a get together after dinner in the tent'n the backyard. Chris was to call Andy, and then they'd each call some of the others....Ryan, Trevor, Tyler and Connor, maybe. Then, like a light went on, he dialed Mikey's number. "'Zat you fuckstick?" he growled into the phone as if he hadn't left off a minute since he ordered Mike to line him up some cash to fund his own boysroom blowjobs. Mikey's insides jumped when he heard his stepbrother's voice.....and his boycock went steel, "Yes, sir." "Been gettin' any, faggot?" Jamie laughed knowing something of the good times his father, Mike's neighbor and uncle had played at with Mike. Mike lied, saying, "Ummm....no, sir?" in a kind of questioning response. "I'm lookin to come over with Dad this weekend, dude, so we kin have some good funnin', eh? And oh, yeh, tuh colleck 'at money you'posed to be raisin' fer me. So you better have it, and you better be keeping your cock and butt shaved and smoothe like a baby's ace, still." "Oh, yessir, Iyam, sir," Mikey quickly answered. Jamie hung up leaving Mikey begging for a response, "Hullo? Hullo?" till he finally just shook his head and hung up himself. Just after Jamie finished dinner, there was Andy rapping on the door, with Chris...his spike-haired blond 'twin'. Andy of course was Chinese, and hardly Chris' twin, but they haired-up alike and were always together. The kids fived it up and went on down the stairs to the yard, and out to the tent. They had put it up together in between circle jerks and sucks, before the big weekend punkin' of Mikey. Even though the kids sex-played with each other, Andy was the only gayboy. He'd do anything for his buds...and his mouth and ass were theirs for the taking. They took off for the back of the yard and the tent, with Andy way in the lead. Just as they approached the tent flap, Chris aired it out and tackled Andy on the fly, and they both sailed through the flap onto the vinyl floor and slid all the way to the back of the tent. Jamie ran in right behind them, and pulled them both back toward the center by Andy's ankles in a frenzy. As he was yankin' on 'im, his hands slipped and pulled Andy's sneaks off. Shit man, it wasn't seconds, and Andy's naked with Chris on his back. Jamie's squatting in front of him lipsticking Andy with his young six incher. Andy just loves this stuff, and smiles smacking his lips as Jamie grabs the back of his head and, "Gwumphh!" he's faceplanted. Chris holds Andy's head and bobs it up and down, and up and down. Pretty soon that bobbing boy's head, and swirling tongue muscle had Jamie clenching his butt cheeks together, and bouncing up to pound him some Andy boy puss. Ahh, getting off is the duty of every horny young dude, and Jamie was keeping with the program. "Fuck his face, man," Chris cheered as he dry rut-fucked Andy's bare ass through his pants, getting more excited by the second. Chris soon got out of his pants, and the went about tonguing him some Chinese smile. "Ewwllluhuh," moaned Andy as Chris' tongue made its first swipe up his squiggling moo goo gai crack. Pulling the kid's cheeks apart, he burrowed back in and licked at the shadows around the winking boy bud. Chris' blond, spikey haired head turned up, and he looked up at Jamie, and they both glowed in a smile as they worked their pal literally into a quivering mass of jelly. Chris climbed on top of Andy, leaned down into his neck, gritting his teeth as he hand-guided his 5+ inch steeled pud through Andy's asslips. Andy pulled off Jamie's prick, "Ohhhhhhhhh, it hurts me Chrisssss.....I lovvvvvve it," Andy cried, But not for long, "Ohhhhhhmmmfff!" Andy mummffled as Jamie reinserted his searing hot poker. "You one hot l'il fucker Andy-boy," Jamie was telling him. "I sure been missin' yur hot sucking fuckmouth, you l'il tool," he said and then pulled his dick out of those Chinaboy lips and waled it all over Andy's searching, jutting cock-seeking face. Andy loved ever'thin'...even gettin' cocksmacked like that. "Fum now on, when I can't get tuh see yuh, ahmena order take out," he yukked, and stuffed his steely cock back into his bud's face, while squeezing his cheeks and sticking a finger in the boy's mouth alongside his cock....working them both all around them mouth innards, and pushing down hard on Andy's tongue till he "Accckk"ed. For his part, Chris was just rocking through Andypussy, while watching their fave, Jamie, go through his act, toying with the kid's face. His mind wandered, thinking how Jame's cock took control of its owner and how Jamie in turn took all their buds through such funs....this tent fuck for one. Then, snapping to, Chris rocked into a power rut of his best friend, bounce-fuckin' that little dude there on the cool, slippery tent floor....which was turning into a hot plate slicked with boy sweat. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Nnngggh! Doooo....iiiiiiitttt! More! An' ohhhhh, Chris, man....FUCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!" Andy howled yanking his face off and spitting out Jamie's 6" power pud. Jamie went into full lech, and grinned wide, teeth clenching, and yelled, "Fuck him, dude....fuck'a little basturd....give it to'im!!!" Chris sure didn't need any pointers driving through that all too familiar toy tunnel, and banged his now, legs-up buddy, face to face, across the tent floor, up on his toes now and driving, without losing a stroke. (Jamie got a vivid reminder of the fuckin' Pete gave him through the laundry that morning.) Jamie was up in crouch moving backward, pulling Andy's upturned feet toward him, as they moved relentlessly over the floor. Then Jamie started to guide them 'round in a circle fuck-around, while pulling the kid's feet to his mouth and chewing down on Andy's toes. Andy prob'ly didn't even know, what with, "Ohhh, oh, cumming man, cummin'. Fuck you, China! Fuck youuuuuu!!!" Chris wailed and shot his gut wracking cum down that cavern of boyjoy. Chris bucked and spasmed into the kid's upturned ass, and then at last collapsed on top of it, and through the boy's legs. "Whu..!" Chris gawked at being pulled off and out of Andy, thrown off to the side, to the ground. When he got his bearings and looked up, there was Jamie's big-ass grin looking down at him as he plugged him a buddy-cum sloppy boy hole. "Yahhhhhhh! Take it faggot! Ahmena bang you tuh da moon, fucker! Ummmmm, Christy man, you done lubed me up one hot fagboy cunt here, dude." 'Shlikk! Sccmkkk Sssmkkk' Jamie rammed and jammed into his buddy's hole, with the determined look of a workman behind a jackhammer. Meanwhile, Chris leaned over his dude buddy and sucked him in a 4+ inch boy peter wresting it from Andy's self-pumping hand. Andy swooned finally at getting some relief himself. Andy always gave himself to his buds, for himself...and for them...and was often treated back with the occasional suckoff. Thankfully, this was one of those times, and he arched up rigid, with 2, then 3 quakes, and cummed him a furious gusher into Chris' sucking mouth, and glupping swallowing throat. His butt-clenching sphinctering inner tailhole, squeezed over and over on Jamie's surging prick and jerked the boy off from the inside, bringing him off to a boy squealing teen creaming. Breathlessly....Jamie sucked wind, heaving, his squeezing fingers meshed between Andy's toes. He pulled Andy's legs way wide, and gave him one more power hump. Andy grunted, "Hrrummppff", and a 'lectric jolt to Jame's buried cock, rocked him back, and then forward, to fall full on top of Andy...both of them sweated, clammy, chests heaving. As Chris looked down on his buds, he smiled, enjoying the site of long lost Jamie...and Andy getting so much funs. It was something they all felt about each other...a need, maybe not love, but in fact of love of each other in that special boy way. After Jamie's call, Mikey hung by the phone a while longer...just lingering...absently rubbing his immediately rock-hard peter in his shorts. He buckled his legs with his play....how Jamie made him so hot. Soooo hot! He was thinking of rubbin' off some joy, when he thought of his uncle. "Ohhhh...mannnn! Unca Jimmy!" and Mikey was a vapor trail out the door to Jim's place. He could be with Unca Jim anytime anymore...he had told him....and, oh man, and Jamie's coming on the weekend! Slowing down, he worked his hand into his pockets....squeezed....uhhhh....he stumbled and almost fell down...."Ohhh, Jamie!" he whisper-moaned under his breath...."Ohhh Jamie...." As he got down the end of the drive, "Hey, sport! Where you off to in such a state?" called Tom from his front yard where he was pulling some weeds. "Hi, Tom...uh...wuz jus' headin' over the my uncle's." "Com'ere son...we ain't spent hardly any time these last weeks, tell me whutcha been up to, eh?" Shrugging, Mike said, "Nuthin' really...b-ball practice, weekends wit' Jamie's all, I guess," as his hands found his softening peter, down in his pockets. Tom didn't miss the pocket pool scene, and invited Mike in for a soda. Mike shuffled over to him, and with an arm around his shoulder as he stood, Tom leaned down and looked into Mike's sorta sullen face, saying, "What is it, boy? You lookin' down." "I dunno...jus' bored a'guess," Mike said as Tom ushered him through the front door. Guiding them down the hall to the kitchen and the fridge for a soda, Tom grabbed a beer for himself. Turning, he sort of backed Mike into the end of the table, and as they popped their cans, both smiled as they tapped them in a mock toast. A slug each, and Tom put his beer down bringing his empty hand to Mike's butt, lifting and easing the boy up onto the table. His hands came 'round Mike's waist, down his thighs to his bare knees, where he let his fingers do the walking up and under the edge of the legs of the jammer shorts Mike had on. His left hand moved to Mike's neck and he squeezed and massaged as Mike's eyes closed, his head tilted and rolled back right into the palm of Tom's hand. Cupping it under he pressed between Mike's legs and chest Mike eased down on his back right on top of the table. Pushing the boy forward on the sliding tablecloth till his legs came up level on the edge, the rest was simple. Shirt, pants, shorts, socks and sneaks were gone in short order and Mike's cock was at the back of Tom's gwalking throat as he attempted to swallow him. Mike was on such a hair-trigger...his hardon refreshed and like steel, was already pulsing, and Tom came off it right away. Looking down the length of that slim pinky white waist stripe and golden body, Tom almost cummed himself. He sat in the chair, gazing up Mikey's legs, crotch, cock and trunk. He admired the smooth glory of the boy's nakeds. His fingers meshed between Mike's toes, and squeezing, then releasing, his palms closed around each foot, and smoothed their way up his shins, as he rose out of the chair again. Over the thighs, thumbs into the hairless crotch, under the balls, bouncing 'em, around the peter, rubbing his hands together rolling Mikey's cock between them, got Mikey bouncing up and down on the table top. Now palm-massaging the boy's belly, chest, tit-rolling, and squeezing his neck up to and behind the ears. Mike's head rolled right then left with the fabulous feel. Tom mouthed right back onto Mikey knowing the kid could shoot 3 times easy in a half hour, so there'd be nothing lost if took him an early creamer. His finger found Mikey's pucker as he glommed the boy's meat this time with reckless and crazed abandon. His mind was screaming, "Gotta have it....gotta, jus' gotta have me this toy dick!" In seconds, he had Mikey trembling and bouncing his tail off the table as he bucked into Tom's face for all he was worth. Gettin' off is a boy's favorite thing....and boy did Mikey get off!!! "Ahhhhhhhhh! Hah! Aghh! Um. Nnnghhhhh.....cummmmminnnnnngggg!" he moaned gutturally....in almost a whining growl. Tom sucked and swallowed, and gulped and glupped, and tried to keep up with the kid's pumping prick....finally losing the battle to a dribble of the residual that oozed into Mikey's bare pussy patch. Breathless, and still glucking, Tom came off Mikey's prick and seeing the creamy drizz he'd lost, just licked it up, and gave Mikey's dick another tongue swipe picking off a silvery bubble at the piss hole. Mike's whole body jerked again with the tipdick touch, and was still in rolling spasms from his wondrous getoff. The boy was swooning there in the light of the late afternoon sunlight streaming across the table and the golden boy offering on it. Tom's finger re-entered Mikey's bung, as he dropped his own pants and boxers. He slid Mike toward him on the table. He smiled him the most lecherous smile as he pulled Mikey by his hole to him, and then as the kid slid on the tablecloth Tom actually slid Mike right onto his cock....plugging the head in the boy with some effort. Tom's cock was one meaty piece, at 7 inches and very big around. When Tom sank into Mike's channel, Mikey KNEW it! His legs came up in a jerking reflex, bent at the knees, his toes first splayed wide, and then curled under and tight to the balls of his feet. The steady surge through Mikey, was exhilerating as the steady friction fevering the walls of his toybox sent electric charges from his hairs to his toes. At first Mikey's dick went totally limp, but by the time Tom bottomed Mike, with his curlies to the kid's ass, Mike was rock hard again. Whutta a fuckin' Tom gave him. He picked him up off the table and bounce-fucked him airborne as he whirled around the kitchen and then walked through the rooms bouncing the boy to Mike's, "uh! Ungh! Ngh! Uh!" grunting, and wild cries of delirium. He banged him on his weight bench....his window seat....the hassock....and at last sitting in his easy chair, he helped Mikey boff his own butt on that boypleaser till they were both ready for orbit. Tom jacked Mike's cock while he bounced him up and down, and Mike rocker forward and back over Tom's joyrod. Over and over and again and again, and Mike's tongue flopped around in and out of his mouth. He breathlessly reached his second boyoff, as Tom's monster prick ballooned inside his hole and he went rigid, straining every muscle, he shot rope after creamy rope of manspunk up into Mikey for him to enjoy when he licked it back out of him. Mikey's cum shot all around and all over them..faces, chests, crotches, and Tom pulled and pulled till Mikey begged, "Pleeeeeese....pleeeeeese Tom, I can't.....take it.....toooooo muccchh!" he wheezed, and still bucking on Tom pole, Mikey fell into Tom's shoulder, whimpering like a little puppy. After several minutes, which seemed like hours, Tom nibbled the kids's ear, and said, "So uhotboyu....uwanna fuck?" Without a word, Mike nodded, 'Yes', into Tom's shoulder, and in they went, boy pleaser still in place, for Tom's guest bedroom...the scene of their other funtime at Tom's house. Just off a powerful cum, Tom could fuck Mikey for an hour with out blowing....and he DID! Tom had to have sprung something in that mattress the way he tried to drive Mikey through it. Mike was grunting the whole time on his belly as he took Tom's rammer for a good half hour of stammer-wailing boy-fuckin' like nuthin Mikey'd had yet...from nobody! Mikey shot him his 3d wad, into the spread with that constant dick-rubbin' friction he got along with his boy-spot being joyed from inside him by the 'hog from hell'. Then he got flipped over, and Tom reamed him face to face for another half hour ending with them both shooting off again, Tom jacking Mikey's pud and making the kid bounce his ass up and down faster and faster and squeezing on Tom's power pumper so goooood, that he came off again, to their gasping almost silent squeals of joy. Sealed in sweat they lay quiet for long moments, till Tom slid back, and out of Mikey. His horsedong was streaked in cumslick which he instinctively grip-wiped with his hand, sucking it off in big slurpy swipes of his tongue. That was just the appetizer though for he pushed Mike's legs all the way up, airing out his cummy fuckhole, and after a long moment of admiration, Tom shoved his face in there and ate his cockshot and Mikey juice right out. In a few seconds of driving man rasper swirling inside his bung and tickling his asslips, Mikey was kicking, squealing and pounding his fists to the bed like he had an unreachable itch. Though not nearly planned, while Tom ate the boy spunker out, he wrapped a hand around his dork and brought the little fucker off for the fifth time....like he hadn't gotten off all day. Gasping and sucking for air, in his cum frenzy, Mikey blowed another spray all over them, to both their maximum joy. This time, Tom licked everything up immediately like a starved puppy, from prick to tits, and pulled Mikey to him, the boy's legs around him, ankles locking, and carried him into the shower with their tongues dueling inside each other's mouth. Clean and squeaky, they walked the house naked holding hands, to the kitchen and their clothes, to get Mike dressed and home. Mikey floated across the driveway to his house, and promised Tom he'd be over for breakfast next morning, since Tom would be alone the next day, if he could, before school. He sort of waddled and his mind went gooey...but man, it wasn't for having a butt fulla jam....Tom's tongue and the shower took care of that....he just kept feelin' that big cock surging relentlessly through his toolbox over and over, and.......over...... Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to Jarrod749@aol.com