Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 10:50:16 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 7

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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 7.

 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 other,
thumbed up, and then Ryan and Chris grabbed Mikey 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!!!!

Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 7. The Squirrel.

As they went through the 'skeeter netting at the open tent flap, they dragged
Mike's limp torso over the first bean bag. As they did so, his flimsy shorts
slipped about halfway down his pinky-white bubble butt, baring the top of his
boycrack. On his belly, Mikey hung, legs and head, off each side of the bag.
 Ryan pulled another of the 11 bags close up to Mike's head, and as he pushed
his shorts and boxers down to his ankles, he spread his legs as he sat crotch
to face with Mikey. He reached his hand up under Mike's chin, and lifting it,
Mike looked into his eyes. "Hi, Mike."
 "Uhrrccch, hi, sir," Mike answered, his neck craned up.
 "Check it out boy," Ryan said, as he whipped a nice 6 inch hog in the kid's
face. Mike was  wowed by the fat cockhead, but not astounded, given the size
of the men that introduced him to this, his now first love, last week. There
was a pre-cum bauble on the pisshole. "Just tongue out, boy, and get a
taste....you can even slup up that early driz there."
 Mike made a swipe of his tongue over the very tip of Ryandick there.
 Ryan shuddered and leaned back, raised his butt a little, and pushed himself
right up to Mike's face. "Run your tongue over my nutsack, kid. Lick it all
over. I want it spit slick and gooey."
 Mikey dreamily slobbered over Ryan's balls, at one point sucking them both
into his over-flowing mouth...... swirling them around his mouth with his wild
rasper, "glulp"ing saliva down his throat, sometimes "schnawwk"ing through his
nose.
 "Ohhhhhh, godddddd, kiddd-----ohmigod! Eat me! Fuck-in' eat meeeeee!" Ryan
swooned and his whole boy went limp on him, as he laid all the way back. His
head was just above the floor, his chest jutting up, arching above him over the
bean bag, his balls up into Mikey's face. Mike had just released them, and a
huge 'gloppp' of boy spit hit the tent floor liner. Mike's tongue was still
swiping for Ry's nuts, while the kid just lay there splayed, arms and legs
spread-eagled, literally ballsuck'xhausted!
 Busy in the interim was Chris, who was fascinated with Mike's butt globes
from the moment he stripped his shorts the rest of the way off him. He had been
playing with those meaty morsels....squeezing...massagin'....and with each
passing minute he opened that juicy crease wider and wider, and he pushed his own
shorts down and rubbed his hard, boxered 5 1/2" prick against the crack he
marveled at. At one point he got so hot watching Mikey eat Ryan's nuts, while
looking over Mike's shoulder, he was dry fuckin' him. And just at the point Ryan
warbled in ecstatically, he woke out of his fuck trance and pulled up, and
back, kneeling to the floor between Mike's legs and behind him. He reached his
hand to Mike's sopping mouth, and said, "Gob me up for your pucker, faggo."
 With three fingers soaked in boy'sliva, he both swabbed Mike's butt slot,
and his fevered cock.
 Up on his toes, knees bent, he wormed first one, then a second finger right
through Mikey's ring, "Owwwwwlohhh-huhuh, nnnggh, yeeeee, phuuhh!" Mike
groaned from deep inside. The strain on his pussy ring was a stinger, and then the
prying left, then right, the around, a third finger, and an,  "Unnnngghh," came
from Mikey this time....log that: 1 boycunt - ripe....and....ready.
 Lean, grip, squeeze, and slide that boy dong right under those fingers as
they slid out.
Oooooh, you almost want to say you heard the 'Phhwooooosh'.
 Gritting his teeth, and growling as he lay onto Mikey, Chris, said, "Fuck
you, fagboy. Fuck you."
 "Ahhhhh, yeh, uhmm, uhhh," cooed Mike, as Chris sank balls on and waited a
moment's serene joy.
 In a few short moments, Chris was slow-pull-pushin' as he got the rhythm,
and started to pummeling him some boy bung.
 Andy and Jamie had been getting the fire started for the eats, and setting
up all the stuff so the kids could feed themselves. The coolers were filled,
one with soda and ice cream; the other with dogs, burgs, party salads stuff and
big coil of kielbasa. Andy pulled that thing out of there, and said, "'Fuck's
this, Jame?"
 Jamie got this big shit-eatin' grin and said, "Never mind....it's for later."
 While they were rustlin' around and talkin', Tyler had started across the
lawn. He was a big boy, golden brown skin, dark crew cut hair, and green eyes,
about 5' 8". Another b-baller. Ryan, and Ty were on the Oden Jr. High
basketball team, with Connor, who hadn't arrived yet, but was due anytime. Ty
handslapped the kids as he came up, and asked if he could help, and they just pointed
him to grill to spread the coals a bit, and Jamie pulled a soda from the cooler
for him. Jame's folks didn't allow him unsupervised use of the gas grill, so
they used the charcoal deal.
 "Aiiiieeee, god I love fuckin' you, kid, you fucker! What a great fuck you
fuck-in' are! My goddd, I'm still not believin' it! I'm never takin' out my
cock, queero!" By the time they all got through the netting, Mikey's legs were
still both beating backwards on Chris' back and ass, with his spit droolin'
tongue hanging down from the bean bag he was draped over. Chris looked like he was
bitin' the kid's shoulder....and Ryan was just pulling himself up, pole hard,
from having been sprawled out in front of Mike's gawking mouth, after the
cock and nut service from heaven he got from the kid while ago.
 "Wheww! What a scene guys," Tyler said, as he walked over to Mike and picked
up his chin. Gobs off spit were drying and dripping still, and his blue eyes
were dazed.
 "Hey there l'il cocksuck! You gonna be our boy for the night?" Tyler asked,
with an all boy warm smile.
 Barely nodding with his chin gripped in that strong hand, Mikey said,
"Ye-yeh...s-s-sir."
 "Ha! That's great. Fuckin' "sir" he calls me".....then dropping Mike's chin
and turning back toward the others, he said, "Yeh. Fuckin' eh. "Sir" is right.
Maybe BIG  sir, is closer," he finished, groping his big dick in his pants.
 Andy, Jamie and Tyler slapped hands and went back outside, followed in short
order by a better arranged Ryan. Chris was still coming down inside, in
Mike...and needless to say, Mike was zonked.
 Jamie started to throw some dogs on the grill, and Tyler said, "Let's get up
a game," grabbing the basketball and dribble passing to Ryan. Ty was a
starter, and Ryan was sometimes sub, sometimes 6th man. They were set to be 2 on 2
with Andy the weakest, teamed with Tyler, the best, and Jamie and Ryan, a good
opposing pairing. Jamie was really good, but didn't go out for the team,
although he went to all the games, and hung out with his buds after.
 The kids were already into a good sweat when Mike and Chris dragged their
respectively, fucked out and fucked over bodies to the driveway court. Jamie,
knowing Mike was a player, teamed him with Tyler, and he took Chris to his team.
 Jamie took the ball out, and Ryan put it to the floor, and in a flash, Mike
zipped through stole it, whirled and drained it. Five boys just stood there
with mouths hung open. Mike turned and stopped, "Whut?!?
 Jamie came over and fived him, and said, "Shit man....you goooood! Real
good."
 Mike blushed, and looked down, and then the other kids were praising his
scoring move, pattin' his butt, and all, when Tyler said, "I know you now. You're
the squirrel on the Willow team, ain'tchu?"
 "Yeh. I am," said Mike.
 "Our coach wants a contract out on you. You already one-man-teamed us once
this year," Ryan picked up.
 After all the praise and with new respect for Mikey, the game continued. It
had been relatively even before, now Mike's team just ran away with it. The
kids were all wiped, and happy and practically all were arms across shoulders as
they tramped off the drive to the grill and a welcome rest. They cooked for
and fed themselves in the next half hour, and as it was gettin' on toward 3 PM,
when a loud, "Wassuppp!" echoed across the  yard.
 It was the last of the mob arriving....Connor. This was the Oden JHS
basketball center....and he looked the part: 6 foot already, mitts instead of hands,
gangling black kid, about 160 lbs. With close cropped hair, he had a broad
engaging smile. He was medium brown to dark skinned.
 He fist touched or hand slapped with each kid, and then as he got to the
grill, he leaned
down and around in front of Mikey's face....his arm across the kid's back,
"And who we have here," he said as Mikey smiled up at him. "Naw. Can't be. You
Jamie's stepsuck?"
 Mike snickered dumbly, and gave Connor back his pretty boy smile, nodding,
shrugging, "Yehhh. I guess."
 Connor turned back toward Jamie, and said, "Nice, my man. Ni-ice." Grabbing
a bun and a burger, along with a squeeze to one of Mikey's buns. Connor sat on
the ground facing the rest of food-wolfing kids, and with a mouthful, shot
his burger filled hand out toward Andy, and said, "Well, how's he stack up to
our l'il chinafag, here."
 With a big double nod, first boy fucker, Chris, gave the thumbs up....then
Ryan burst out, "Shit man, he got some mouth. Nearly sucked my nuts right outta
the sack!"
 After all had their fill for the first of an expected around-the-clock
eating binge, Jamie called Mike over to his chair, facing away from the house and
drive, and said, "Le's go, faggot....do your thing for the boys to see....make
it quick, too."
 Mike crawlin into place in front of Jame, worked his shorts and boxers out
from under his seated butt and down off his sneaks. Everybody leaned in, as
Mike did, to Jame's belly hugging pole. Mike licked right up the bottom side of
that boy cock. Jamie shuddered, and his legs flew up. Everybody sucked in, at
the sight, and double gulped as Mike pulled the cockhead away from Jamie's
stomach, and wolfed it to the balls. There was an inner pride, or something, Mikey
felt when he took his stepbrother down.
 Andy couldn't resist. The spikey haired Chinese member of this little group,
pushed Mike's shorts down, and pulled them off his legs. Then spread the
kid's legs, and slid himself face-flush under Mike's butt. Gripping those boy
melons, he squeezed, parted and tongued him some Mikeytwat. A special bonus was
the dregs of Chris' earlier cum shot. Andy thought to himself, his snorting nose
buried into the kid's crack, that if he hadn't known Chris had already been
up here, he'd have known him by the taste.
 It's true, that while every one of these boys had 'toyed' with most all the
others since, geez, years ago, Andy was their fagboy, and he loved it. None of
them were tough on Andy, although they invariably got out of control during a
face feed or tail pounding. Other than Andy, none of the others had bottomed
for anyone...their play being restricted to jackoffs and some suckin', and
yeh, there was some finger holin'.
 The way things were unfolding, almost every boy in that circle there, as the
sun began to fall toward night, was gonna have a place for his cock to joy.
Every party cock was boned watching Andy's expert tongue disappear between the
cheeks of their mewling new friend and pussyboy....being readied for service.
 Tyler couldn't help thinking how fun it would be if he could tell coach
Monday, that they fucked the Willow 'squirrel's' brains out over the weekend.
 At just about that point, Jamie slid to his knees in front of Mike and
yanked the kid's head violently over his pumping cock, "Eat me you fuck! Suck! Suck
you fuck!"
 "Gawk! Uhawkk! Cccukk!" was all they heard from Mikey, whose ass was still
filled with Andy tongue.
 Tyler looked at Connor...both of them at the edge of their chairs and hard
as steel....rubbing their meat.....slowly. He said, "Man, can believe this?!"
 Connor, rubbing his massive shorts-filling meat, said, "Ohhhhhhh, yeah....I
surely can."
 Jamie was easing back onto his heels, letting Mikey finish laving his spent,
and still semi-hard prick.
 Ty got up and stood alongside Jame and Mike, and when his and Jamie's eyes
met, Jamie nodded. With that, Tyler called, "Get out from there China, I'm
gonna play now."
 As Tyler pulled Mike up and away from Andy's sucking mouth, you could see
the shine from the sweat and spit all over Andy's beet-red face, his spikey hair
all matted sweat-wet to his head. Chris pointed and yukked at his fellow
spike hair.
 Mike walked shakily, and little bow-legged what with his spit shiney butt
still feeling Andy tongue in there.
 They all watched as Tyler brought Mike over to the picnic bench, with a wave
over to Connor, who joined him.
 Tyler pushed down his shorts and drawers, and as he sat, he helped get Mike
to lay on his belly, with his face in Ty's lap. "Here's your dessert fuckboy,
creme-filled cruller," said Tyler who rapped his fine looking, thick six
incher against Mike's lips. Conner sat at Mike's feet and moved under him where he
could examine how good a job Andy had done priming 'squirrel' tail.
 "You want it, boy? You want it?" Ty teased.
 Mike nodded.
 "Tell me. Tell daddy Ty how much you want dessert here," Ty continued.
 "I really, uh, 'daddy' Ty....'phhook'....I
want....'pook!pok!pook!'....pleeease, can I....'phhuckk'...."
 "What boy? Speak up l'il fucker. What'sit you want?"
 "Daddy Ty, 'phook' cock...uh...to lick it, sir."
 "Well, take it boy," Tyler was driving him nutsy. As soon as he stopped
beating his tongue while he was trying to answer him, Ty let Mike get his lips
around it, then yanked it back out. "E-a-s-y....easy. Take it...uh-uh, n-o-t
y-e-t. OK, now uh-uh, yeh, uh-uh," he teased, then finally he rammed it in and
pushed down on the back of Mike's head.
 "Awwwkwack!" Mike got throat plugged.
 Ty released his head, and Mikey came up for air, in gulps, gwawks, and,
"Huh, uhuh, uhuh," and his saliva drizzed over Tyler's thighs, and down to the
bench. As soon as his breathing normalized, Ty eased his head down with steady
pressure until he was balls on the kid's chin. His chest was heaving in the
space on the bench between Tyler and Connor.
 As Connor plied cherub butt, he pulled this way, and kneaded that way. Then
he pulled wide those boy cheeks, baring and airing one spit slick young pussy
winker. Connor sunk his nose down there for a big sniff, "Ummmmm, nice
boy'roma, that." That said, he went about plying his play area with first a
forefinger...then a thumb. Mike bucked up, held, then down, and went about to squirming
and wiggling like a fish on land across and over the boys' legs and the
bench.
 "Swaller over it l'il buddy. Comeon happy that cock for me boy. Let's go,
let's go," Ty humped again and again, "I want to dessert you now, so bad. Come on
, boy!" Ty started pumping up and down and so fast and violently that the
bench was coming up off the ground with each upjerk. Connor smiled watching Tyler
work the kid's face out, while he drove his first finger through Mike's
assring, "Smooooooothe. Ummmmmm. So nice, so nice, sooo nice," and a second finger
went in herky-jerky like this time, what with Tyler bouncing them all around
the bench. He ran his free hand over the boy's entire back to his neck, ears,
and back down and under and squeezed his hard cock, pulling it away from its
locked position hard there against his belly, and now down between Connor's
thighs. Every time Connor tweaked, yanked or probed him, he grunted monstrously
against the swollen prick in his throat giving Ty an extra tingle. Finally,
Tyler was hysterical and bucking like crazy and was shooting his boy jam up into
Mike's throat....one wild shudder followed another, and the kid's feet kicked
off the ground, his ass bounced up 3 times, and he finally slumped back against
the edge of the picnic table.
 Mikey himself was near out of his mind, himself, flailing in desperation
from short breath and near choking, the incredible sensations from his ass, fully
stuffed with 3 of Connor's gyrating fingers, now alternately pushing and
releasing his joy buzzer from deep inside. Mikey had his first anal orgasm, and
was so fired, the second one was coming up right behind the first. All the
others were around them now, squatting, leaning in, mostly, with mouths hanging
open rubbing their dicks absently, and tranced at the site.
 Some of the kids reached a hand up to feel the boy's quivering, sweat-slick
back.
Connor's big smile glowed on his black shiney face in the waning sunlight, as
he lifted Mikey to his feet, still with three fingers up his hole like props.
 Mike was facing the other boys, lips opening and closing, as were his eyes,
wide, each time Connor pulled out or 'buzzed' him from under and behind.
 Then, in a surprise move, "phhfuckk", Conner yanked his fingers out, smacked
Mike's ass, and said to all, "Next!"
 Nobody moved. They all were so taken by all the subtle, enveloping sex in
these last
moments.
 Jamie jumped up and said, "O-kay....ever'one in the tent...flaps down. Andy,
Chris, pile me 3 bean bags one on the other in the middle." With an arm
around Mikey's waist,  he moved him into the tent. He checked the stability of the
bag stack, and then said, "Pick Mikey up, and get him on top of the bags."
 With a leg or a hand each, 4 of the guys raised him up and flopped him to
the bag like the blanket throw kids do with another kid on the beach.
 As Mike lay naked, spread-eagled on the bag, waist high to the others, for
the first time, they really saw his shaved pubes. "Man! Look at that! Not a
fuckin' hairs," Ryan gaped, reaching a shaking hand to the spot and feeling the
silky, if still sweat-damp skin.
"Whoooo! That's hot, man!"
 One after the other, the kids all had their hands gliding over the blond
crew cut, blue eyed boy, from his toes to his head...and everywhere in between.
Andy was gently running a palm over Mike's leaking dick.
 "Awright, settle down guys, Andy's gonna give us a show. 'Sgo China, get up
there and fag our boy. Give us a real fun show, Andy."
 Spikey, dark haired Andy moved to Mike's face, kissed him tongues deep,
fingering his balls then climbed up on top of Mike on the bean bag pile. For
several minutes there were kiss-sucky sounds between their faces, as their hands
alternately rubbed and squeezed the respective boy parts they could reach. Their
toes even dueled to mesh together. Andy's butt pumped constantly as he ground
his cock into Mike's heated crotch.
 At this point Jamie popped up, and said, "Nuffa that. Get off, Andy." Now
with hands waving he called all the others around Mikey again, and said, as he
massaged Mike's cock, looking straight into his eyes, "What would like Jamie to
do with your cock here, boy?"
 "P-please cum me sir? Please?" Mike asked weakly, with some restrained
excitement.
 "Whyyyy, yes, fagboy....a good old fashioned gut-wrenchin' cum. GO! Beat off
you little queer!"
 Hesitantly, slowly, Mike's right hand moved to his cock...that boy-member
that he hadn't juiced for 7 days. With a question mark in mind, and on his face,
head up staring right into Jamie's face expecting a fake out, he started to
beating his meat. Ohhhh, god, he felt soooooo goooood. After all this time he
was gonna get to cum. He whined out loud to himself, "Oh goddd, I'm gonna cum.
I'm gonna really cum." He was so happy. He started to pull himself into a ball
in front of all the boys. His knees bent to his chest, started butt flexing,
tongue out the corner off his mouth, starting to pant, his toes curled
under.... Jamie grabbed the kid's hand off his bobbing, throbbing and leaking boy
cock.
 Mike was near out of his mind. His head, arms and feet came up all together
in both the shock of loss, and surprise.
 He burst out crying terrible, gut-sobs, quaking his whole body, then when
everyone stopped laughing at him and Jamie for yanking his hand off, Jamie
replaced Mike's hand on his dick and swore to him he'd let him finish off.
 And boy, DID HE!! That kid's cum shot was so violent, he couldn't squeal his
excitement if he wanted. Cum in long streams shot everywhere. Kids were
ducking and weaving, to avoid boycum christening. "Man!" they all were wheezing in
both glee and astonishment.
Mike was so fired he just kept pulling, and pulling and cumming and drooling
for many long moments after the last long blast landed. "Lick it off your hand
and fingers, fuckwad!" Jamie yelled. "OK, who's next?"
 Jamie was faced with confused looks. "Hey, guys, comeon. This kid ain't cum
in a week. We gotta get it outta him. Andy? You go next, boy. We're gonna milk
his boy jelly, till there's no more and then were gonna milk him some more!!!"
 Mike had no idea what the hell was going on in his joy from having finally
got off. Actually, while they were getting the milking party set up, Mike
started to pulling himself off again. Jamie held his hands up and they watched as
Mike cummed again in mere moments. The joys of being a boy! To cum at
will....well to a limit.
 A few seconds after Mike's toes uncurled and his muscles relaxed after
number 2, Andy popped up when Jamie waved to him, and the kids watched as Andy
pounded Mike off. And damn if that kid didn't have another great cum-sloppy
shootoff. Jamie was next. Then hesitantly, but not without some desire, Ryan, Chris,
Tyler and finally Connor yanked the kid off.
 Jamie, said, "Hey, stepsuck. This is a fuckin' milkin'! Let's hear some
mooing."
 Mike didn't get it.
 "Look fuckhole, I want you to MOO while we MILK you. MOO goddamn it!"
 "Uh-um-uh, Mooo-uh-ooo?"
 Jamie glared at Mike, and Mike got it. "MOOOOOOO! MOOOOOO. MOOOOOOO."
 "That's it shitears," and everybody was snickering.
Soon Mike was jacked and cummed out and the kids were just pulling and
pulling, taking over for each other and on and on, and then there was Mike's crying
and pleading and kicking and flailing, begging, "Pleeeeeeeeease no more.
Mooooooooo. Pleasenomore. I can't take it. Moooooo. I can't take it. Mooooooo.""
 Nobody heard anything. After the first few wails from the little 'milkoff',
no one heard him anymore. They got past the 'fag' concerns, and into the pure
tortuous ecstasy of what they were about. Now the kids were working at their
task in a wild frenzy. Everyone trying to be the next one to bring a bucking,
yowling boy'gasm. Every time they bucked a 'gasm out of him, they all cheered
and Jamie chalked the blackboard he had there in the tent for scoring. Jamie
would step up to the milking bag every so often, and squirt some baby oil on
Mikey dick. It was amazing to see the boys wrapped up in wacking off another boy
even now, well over an hour, now. Long since, Mike hadn't even pumped a
dribble. He was still bouncing and flailing and tired, sweaty, cried out,
mooooo'ing, and exhausted, and still....being..... wacked......off. Finally...it was
over.....21 cums...11 or so with some goo, at least a dribble. The remainder just
boy-wrenching jackoffs.
 Jamie called them off with Mike sprawled and hanging off the top bag, and
the kids hit the grill and ate up like they hadn't eaten all day. "Just so's you
know guys, think tough, 'cuz I got a sort of boy pile-pyramid idea for us to
act out later. So get your strongs on.
 As is the case with kids, refreshed, they could have fucked a herd of sheep,
as they moved back into the tent. Jamie was waking Mike up and taking him
down off the beanbag pile...."Mooooooo," he moaned, and they all bust out
laughing. Jame and Andy massaged his arms and legs and freshened him up with some
ice-water soaked rags from the cooler. Jamie gave Mike a soda, and a plate of
food, and while he ate, Jame had the kids propping up most of the bean bags,
plopping Connor at the base of the pile. Then Tyler and so on by size order,
biggest to lightest.
 Jamie was the choreographer, spotter and boy arranger.
 He called to Mike who was eating, on the floor, absently watching
developments.
 As Mike crawled over, kneeling next to him, Jame said, "Well, faggo, you had
your nice snack....which I didn't have to let you have, right?"
 Mike answered, "Yessir."
 "Now, come, let's eye up your dessert." The other boys were propped in a
sort of pile, angling back at about a 30 degree angle, one on top of the other,
and from bottom boy to Chris, at the top, their legs were spread and they
looked like a wall corner of balls and dicks, bared for some serious loving by a
fagboy....our Mikey.
 "Have at 'em boy. A fuckin' queerboy's delight. A wall of boy nuts and hard
cocks to serve and favor. Let's get you lickin' and slobbering, and in all,
servicing your buddies here, till they can't stand it anymore. When you're done
I expect your tongue to be numb."
 Mike started with Connor and licked right up from under his balls all the
way to Chris' cock. The fascination was the wiggling and squirming of the
boypile as each kid got joyed.
Needless to say, Jamie spotted for them to make sure the wildness didn't end
up in boys dropping to the ground.
For many long, exhilarating, titillating moments, those boys were sucked,
licked, chewed,
and otherwise serviced, until each was brought off with a throat-buggering
face fuck, right to the very last boy, which was Conner, at the bottom. As each
kid cummed, he jumped from the pile to ease the pressure on the others, as
they were brought to teenboy heaven, once again.
 Once Connor was fully juiced and heaved out, Jamie splayed himself out and
had his boy service him to a fine gut-wracking, long awaited cum. The boys
loved watching Jamie take Mike's head and piston it over his cock while he fired
his load...even after they had just been so well taken off....steel-hard prick
was present everywhere.
 A couple kids broke off to survey the sleep arrangements. Beside the main
room at center tent, there were 2 'rooms' off to each side, providing a
semblance of privacy.
 Jame arranged 6 bags in a circle, at the center of the tent, and each boy
was coming back from the now dark outside with a soda, dog, or something else to
eat. Jamie had everyone sit on the bags, and had Mikey crawl into the very
small center. "You're gonna eat some boy hole now faggot. Six of 'em, and you
can start right here," Jamie said as he flung his legs up, wrapping his arms
under his knees. This wasn't new to the kids, but to watch it as a
performance...on display....was one super hot!!
 Mikey burrowed his nose and tongue up Jame's crack. Whewww!! There wasn't a
sound...but there were a few gulps of air. Every butthole in that tent, was
squeezing and otherwise quivering, in anticipation of that boy tongue working
its magic. To watch a boy's toes curl, or his legs kick and muscles tense, or
for him to tug on his pecker in his excitement, was a joy to behold. In a bit of
a daze, all the boys watched each other's reaction to this boysexual event.
These pretty boy bodies in various states of sexually induced
weakness....subdued....taken over by one boy's magnificent tongue...his vacuuming mouth. The
sucking, "Schlkkk, sclulp, shluppulp!" was in itself a wild accompaniment. Of
course the varied, "Eat me! Suck it out, you fuck! Tongue me, cunt!" were a
melody of their own.
 When Mikey had completed the tour of the tongue on his belly, feet pulled up
behind him, head and neck craned up into boypussies, he finished with a kiss
to Jamie's startoff hole, and rested his chin just under Jamie's butt, lips
and tongue still in place.
 Then Tyler grabbed Ryan, and they sat in the center, knees bent up, feet on
the ground, balls and dicks together. Tyler grabbed Mikey by the neck, and
pulled him down to their dicks. "Blow us both together faggot!"
 All the kids nudged each other in excitement. Again the cumoff was great to
watch building up, as the two boys hunched and flailed till they shot their
loads in Mike's widely, overstretched, slupping, gawking mouth.
 Connor was just too big to make a merger anything more than a mouth
stretching contest, so the other three kids, Jame, Chris and Andy, maneuvered to set
up like Ty and Ryan, but with the third kid sitting on the lower belly of one
of the others, to see if they could get Mikey to take three cock in his mouth.
He did!!! They made Mikey do the work bobbing and tonguing to bring them off.
What a great suck-a-fuck-a-face!
 It was fully dark outside, and had been for quite some time....the
flickering light of two mantel lanterns in the tent set up fascinating if not eerie
sights of almost strobe like light bouncing off the shimmering, sweaty faces,
some in awe, others straining a cum, and still others in that glorious look of
satisfaction having put a fagboy through his paces.
 Mikey had by now taken every boy off one or more times, and Chris had taken
his ass.
 The kids checked outside for anything else they felt like eating, and then
Jamie spread the coals, and covered the grill. Most of 'em hit the bushes for a
piss. As Jamie followed the last of them back into the tent, there was
Connor, standing over Mike, holding the kid's chin as the last of his piss ebbed and
he buttflex-squirted the last spurts into his mouth. "Goooood boy.
M-i-g-h-t-y fine. Might fine, indeed," he said as he moved that big hardening prick
between Mike's sucking lips. He hunched a few times, and bent down looking right
into Mike's eyes, "You gonna get to know ever' sqare mill'meter of that dong,
boy. Ain'tchu?"
 Wide-eyed and still sucking, Mikey excitedly nodded 'Yes'.
 "I knew you would, boy. Knew you would," he said as he backed up with Mikey
still lodged on his prick, and sat on two stacked beanbags....Mike to his
knees.
 TV on, soda all around, the kids were in various stages of end of the party
sluff around and kid jabber....with the occasional glance at Mikey sucking
Connor's huge cock...well, now eating his balls.
 The camcorder Jamie had set up outside, was in the tent these last hours.
Jame had kept up on the tapes and made the swaps when one ran out.
Released by Connor, Mike crawled to Jamie and sat up. The other kids loved
watching him wait to 'serve' Jamie. Ryan playfully cuffed Andy, and said, "Hey,
chinaboy, take a lesson. You should always be on your knees waitin' for cock,
faggo." The other kids snickered. Tyler called Andy over to him. "Eat me,
boy." Andy went right down on Ty. Everyone was on prong again.
 Connor took 3 bean bags into the right hand room, and threw in his sleeping
bag on top.
 Ryan setup sleeps in the lefthand room, for him and Tyler. That left Jame,
Andy and Chris to the front room.
 Eyes were moving to Connor's large, brown body as he stood in the flickering
lantern light, with a hand offered to Mikey. Mike looked at Jamie, who just
nodded, and Mike crawled to Connor, who pushed Mike over on his back, pulling
his knees up, and spread. He kneeled over Mike's chest and put two big fingers
from that mitt of his into Mikey's sucking mouth. Soon, he pulled them out and
reaching back between Mike's legs, he worked the two fingers up the boy's
chute. Mikey gave a mumbled groan of, "Oooomumpphh."
 All the way in, to past the 2d knuckle, Connor turned forward now, and
pulled Mike's head to his cock. "Get on it, again, boy, let's go. All the way down
this time. Relax...breath...bend your neck back....'at's it.....gooooood boy!
Comeon....more...."
 "Gawwwk!" Mike gagged.
 "Breathe from your nose steady boy, slowly, go, good,
good....more....ummmm....down...
ahhhh....lock on boy. Reach up and pull up on the back of my neck."
 Connor rose up bent legged, as Mike came up just a bit off the floor, with
his cock locked in boy throat, and fingers up boyass, he straddle walked Mikey
to the sideroom he had set up....and lowered the boy to the sleeping bag
covering the bed of bean bags.
 "Wowwwwwww!" said Ryan. I din't never see nuthin' like that. "That fucker
carried the little fag out on his cock. On his cock!!!!! I ain't never seen
anythin' like 'yat!
 The kids were all in some kind of trance...disbelief. It's amazing Ryan
could speak at all, or any of them....after seeing that sight.
 In a few moments, a couple of the other kids creeped into the side
room...they just couldn't miss this.
 At the upper body straddle, Connor went right to joying big blackie in
Mikey's throat. As he drove deeper, Mike's head sunk to the bag, then as he pulled
out, Mike's head came up off the bag....and down and up, downup, down, face
and fuck, and fuck and fuck and oooh
he was tearing Mikey a new swaller hole!
 Chris was on his knees right next them, Ryan, Andy and Tyler were
standing...more distant....one holding a throat here, another swallowing uncomfortably,
another with mouth gaping open, unconsciously being Mikey, all in a building
cold sweat....and rock hard!
 Mike's hands with fingers splayed and stretched out and wide, were swinging
at the end of his arms up and down, almost in time with the up-and-down
fuck-a-face. Andy and Ryan had sunk to their knees and crawled up around the
bouncing boyface. Everyone was short breathing, panting, or the like.....
 Connor was in a frenzy now. Mike's whole body was bobbing and squirming in
separate waves...his head, alternating, with his kicking feet, and his chest
heaving opposite the motion of his flailing arms....and Connor raged at him as
he shot wad after wad of cock spooge straight through his throat...."You
mothafucka! Eat me down you l'il pink fag....swallow that big black cock boy! By
mawnin' yo' ain't nevah gonna wanna let go of it!"
 "Squeeetheeuckkkk!" Connor pulled the big power pumper from Mike's throat,
and yelled, "You fuckin' queer....lick and swab my meat, and hard me up for
your sorry cunt, boy! Get that fuckin' tongue wrappin' and slappin'!"
 Individual onlooking, stunned boys were sucking their own tongues in and out
of their mouths.
 As Connor's huge, black, shiney prick slid from Mikey's lips, he blinked his
eyes closed, opened, closed, held, then s-l-o-w-l-y opened and, at the rod,
Connor's 8 incher was above his face, his eyes traced its length from his still
tightsacked balls, to it's newly rejuicing piss hole.
 Connor said, "Walll now, bohy, yo' served Connor-cock in fine style, now
let's not get your pussy green with envy, faggot," as he grabbed both of Mike's
legs under the knees and threw them up and over his head, gripping both boy
heels in his left hand, while sticking, the fingers of the right into Mike's
mouth. Without any orders Mike coated and tongued saliva over those fingers in no
time.
 Mike's entire body was soaked in a steady sweat as Connor took the fingers
from Mike's mouth and sunk, first two, then another and finally the fourth
through that hole he'd been working out on the picnic bench while Tyler got blowed.
 "Errrumnghphh, oh, ohno, please, uhhh, hurts, oh!" Mikey squealed, as the TV
blared from the front room with the music channel on.
 There was so much for the kids to look at in that small space....but the
star of the show, Connor's black rammer consumed them.
 Every one of them squirmed and tightened his boy sphincter, involuntarily,
as that giant mushroom head pressed to Mikey's boyhole, above Connor's fingers.
Smooth as you please, that truncheon "Schumlkkkk"ed into Mike, trading places
with his fingers....which Conner slipped into Mike's mouth for a taste of ass
slick. Mike grabbed onto Connor's wrist and sucked on those fingers like they
was BBQ ribs........geez, even to fuckin' spit drool running out the corner
of his mouth and over his bottom lip. The kids watching were crazed, and
squirming and rubbing their hard and sopping cocks, as Andy bucked over, almost
falling head onto Mikey's chest, he shot off barely touching himself, all over
Mike's belly. Connor fingered the cum up with his free hand and fed it to Mike
over the fingers already in his mouth....then Connor pulled Andy's chest-resting
head to the cum dregs on Mike's belly, and he licked it up while Connor
pushed his head back and forth over it. Damn what a fuckin' pack of eye candy for
all these sex happy boy dickers!
 Dumbed, and stunned and mesmerized, they started to chant, "Fuck him! Fuck
him! Fuck him!" Shit you expected next to see the witches and the cauldron, and
all....."Fuck him! Fuck him!
 "Tell Connor how much you like his cock boy. Say it, faggot....'I love your
cock sir.'"
 Mikey just repeated...."I love your cock sir...I love your cock sir..."
 The kids kept chanting, "Fuck him! Fuck him!"...
 The contrast of Connor's big dark hulk, hovering over the smaller, golden
tanned, blue-eyed, swooning towhead, was a site to see!! Whew!
 Connor was by now in high gear, and pounding the living shit of Mikey, whose
young tail was way up in the air now, as Connor push-up pistoned him some
boycunt. With each thrust, the bean bag was rolling down, and Mike's head was
heading to the tent floor.
 Ryan moved to his head and as he cradled it, he sunk his dong through those
irresistible
cock-eating lips.
 Now, Connor was pulling all the way out, and then re-plugging Mikey pucker,
to a boy grunt of, "Whhuumphh!" each time he rammed that big poker back
in....again....and again....a "Whooumphh!"....and again.
 "Unnnnghhhuhhh, you little motha, fuck you! Goddam you faggot! I'm filling
you with my cock jelly. Uh, uh, huh, uhuh, whewwwwwww, ahhhh, ohyeah, ooooooh,
yeahhhhhhh!"
 It seemed like an hour, as Connor just held still, pulsing his jam into that
boy-well of pleasure.
 At last he sat back to his heels, his cock slipped mostly out of Mike, but
was still lodged  in past the cockhead. "Comere, China," he waved Andy over.
"Get down there, boy and lick me outta your buddy fag here."
 Andy's tongue swabbed over that big hunk of boy slab, as he licked up to
Mike's toybox, Connor pulled the head out, and it just popped up into Andy's
sucking mouth. Connor gave two, three wrenching, whole body quakes, and Andy held
on till Connor pushed him off.
 Mikey was mumbling, "I love your cock sir...."
 "Man that was fine, boys. M-i-g-h-t-e-e-e, fine!" Connor said, pulling
Mike's foot to his face, and sucked the boy's whole toes into his mouth. After, he
waved, and said, "Have at him boys, get him back to me when you all are done."
 Connor released the boy's spit-sloppy toes, and climbed onto his sleeping
bag, as the boys carried the limp Mikey back to the front room.
 As Connor slipped off to dreamland, he heard Mikey, " I love your cock
sir....I love your cock sir....."

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