Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 11:42:06 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter8

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 8.

 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....."

Mikey, Steddad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 8. Three Wings in the Tent.

 As the boys laid Mikey out on the bags in the front room, picking up on
Mike's muttering delirium, Tyler, said, "He sure is gonna be lovin' cocks,
man....all fuckin' night!"
 Ryan and Ty just said, "Lookit...when yuz are done with the little fucker,
send his ass in here, 'kay?"
 "Right," Chris agreed, as he was rubbing one of Mike's hands on his cock.
Andy was under the kid's butt, tonguing the playground.
 Jamie said, "Ok, let's get to it. I'm for a tongue-around-fuck-n-suck."
 "Whut the fuck you talkin' 'bout, Jame?" barked Chris.
 "I show you...here...lemme have 'im," Jamie answered, grabbing Mikey's hand,
and dragging him across the bean bag till he was on his belly. Then they
propped a whole 'nother bags in front of him, which first, Jamie sat on, with his
legs spread wide. Looking to each of the boys, he patted a bag to his left and
right, where they sat, as well.
 He pulled their legs so that Andy's right was over Jame's left, and Chris'
left was over Jame's right....and all their legs draped over the bean bags and
down. Their crotches were effectively 'cock filled hangars', and the 'plane'
was Mikey's face as Jamie pulled him into, and down to his crotch from the
higher bag. They then rotated face to cock to cock to cock....and over and over
and over. A cock in his mouth, and ram and ram, and next cock, and same and
same....and pull his head over to next boy...and next cock....god it was
beautiful....pistoning boy face over slick-gooey-purple-helmetted boy rods. Pulled from
one rod to the next and the next. Phewww!! Beee-yuuuu-teeee-fullll!!
 Mikey's face was flushed beet red, and awash with his own spit, and the
boys' goppy precum. "Hahhh, uhah, unahh, uhhh, anuh, uhuh," Mikey panted and kept
his numbing tongue and lips up with the boys yanking and pumping his head and
face from prick to prick.....and faster and faster....and faster still.
 At last, Jamie stopped the cock face race, and in his own inimitable style,
sunk his cock through Mikey throat, and got off, with a wild 5 bounce hump
from his bean bag perch.
 When Mike came up gasping, and licking his lips, Chris just grabbed his head
shaking his own, saying, "Man, this am one motherfuckin' cockhound!!!" And
down he went over yet a second throat-seeking cockwinder missile.....almost
shooting off at the same time.
Chris lost control and let go as he cummed, and fell back spasming and
cumming and wailing that low, building whine, the result of belching boy spooge,
bucking there, out of control, arched over his beanbag.
 Andy was the last, and he was less interested in trying to ram Mike's throat
with his lesser dick length, than to feel that beautifully talented boy
tongue work his fever spot, and bring him off like a rocket. And he did!!! Andy's
face shone in the mantel light, soaked with streaming sweat...a sweat of cumjoy
passion....how good it felt to be on the other end of a blowjob, for a
change. How sweet it was! But one thing was later to strike Andy,
he was actually taking mind notes....he realized that Mikey worked at his
task, and seemed to get into it more than Andy did. Andy was saying to himself,
"Man, I love this so much, I might as well learn about really getting into it."
 Anyways, coming down from a glorious pumpoff over Mikey's slupping, whirling
tongue, he just loved how it felt when as Mike swallowed, his tongue pressed
Andy's cock to the roof of his mouth, muscle swabbing it, driving him into
butt-bucking spasms like he'd never enjoyed before!
 Chris and Jame were back on their elbows, enjoying the scene of Andy's whole
body go stiff, butt bounce, and toes curling and re-curling. Chris was
fascinated with the spit-sloppy glow all over Mike's cockeating face...the
drool...the dribble....and finally...the cum strings from his lips to Andy's tuber.
Damn! The pisshole was spasming open and closed like a fuckin' guppy's mouth, and
Mikey kept tongue dartin' it. Whewwww! Can you stand it??!
 Jamie was now on the move, and he shoved Mikey's face and upper body
backward and over on his back, yanking his feet toward them, then over his head,
exposing bare boy pussy for all to see. Jamie giggled, pointing at the drizzle
spooge still oozing from Mikey's toybox. "Squeeze it for me, stepsuck," Jame
barked, and Mikey sphinctered his butthole open and closed and winking, and cum
drooze bubbled there, all three kids boning instantaneously, as if they hadn't
palmed their puds in a year!
 Jamie lunged forward, pushing Mike's legs over and down toward his head,
crossing them  at the ankles. He looked between them into Mikey's soppy,
straining, but smiling, glowing face. God!!!! Jame's rod was so hard....and purpled up
at the knob already....and as he stared down into Mike's face, he built a big
spitgob at his pursed lips, and nodding to Mikey, they all stared, dazed
like, as Mike opened up, and that long, stringy goober dropped right onto his
stepbrother's tongue, got sucked in, swirled and downed. Absently squeezing their
corrugated boy pricks, they felt a little queazy as they watched Jamie follow
the gob drop with cock insertion through the kid's assring.
 "Ooooohwahhhhh, oh, Jamie, Jame, I oh, ohgod," Mikey squealed...Chris and
Andy were beating their meat in crazed boyfucking lust.
 "Whadju tell, Connor, you l'il fuck. Whadju tell  him!!"
 "I love your cock, sir....I love your cock, sir...I love......" and on he
went, telling his brotherfucker what he loved....soooo....much.
 Raging boy fucker or no, Jamie took a while to get off in his pussycunt
stepbrother, but finally, cum he did! "Fuck you! Fuck you, you lil cunt...fuckin'
faggot. Cummmminnnnggg!!!
Omigod!" So hard, and his butt hole was squeezing open and shut as he pulsed
his joy boy jammy jizz through Mikey's pretty little bare hole....over and
over....oh what fuckin' boy beauty! Smoothe toy tails, pinky
white....humpin'....bobbin'....bouncin'....and flexin'. Tongues were hanging out. Spit was
bubbling and oozing from mouth corners, with all the boys, in the strobe-flickering
light of the mantel lantern, breathless, gaping at the site of stepbrother
fuckaboy.
 Without a word, Jamie, in one motion slid out and forward, uncrossing
Mikey's legs, and he squatted to his chest, feeding the stepsuck his spoogey meat.
 As Chris moved into position, his rock hard peter so hot, it was actually
throbbing untouched. Chris was sure he wouldn't be able to slip into boyhole
without shootin', but while he squeezed his cock unmercifully to stave off the
inevitable, he got this big shit-eater of a grin on his face, and yelped to
Andy..."Check it out, China...." pointing to Mikey's incredibly open boy hole.
 It was opening, and winking tighter with each heartbeat, but it was still
open. Andy, said, "Man, the fuckin' Inner Sanctum."
 "Make 'yat Inner Sanctum full of cock, "Urrrooomerrrr," Chris growled as he
powered through with the "splkkk, schisk, phookkk," of boy pussy-slick and
spunkjam splooshing up around drilling kidrammer.
 Andy's hand and arm wrapped around his buddy Chris' sweaty-damp shoulders,
and he could feel Chris trembling in his wild fucklust. At one point he leaned
head to head, touching temples, even kissing Chris' cheek. Chris didn't
mind...he loved Andy, his spike-
haired twin, like a great bud...Andy, of course, just loved  Chris!.
 As Chris went for the gold and started to scream, Andy just grabbed his
hug-buddy's  face to his chest, and Chris pumped his second fuck wad of the day
down Mikey's joy tunnel.
 Lost on all the boys, upcoming, was the biggest moment of Andy's young
life....his first ever fuck!
 He was shaking like a leaf, and didn't, couldn't....as Chris slipped out of
Mikey, he looked into Andy's face grinning from ear-to-ear, from his own
satisfied lust driven spooge-off.
He got it!
 He just grabbed for Andy's cock and shoved the little boy dong right into
Mikey's waiting, dripping and open boypussy.
 "Ohhhhhhmyyyyyyygodddddd! Oh, Christie....I don't know anything 'at feels'is
goood!
Ohmigod, it's so, so, ohmigod," and he was fuckin' like a wildman. He was
gagging in speechless screams of joy, and was cumming so fast, and hard, and
spasming and bucking, and he couldn't stop, and he kept fucking as hard as before,
and the spasms of his aftercum were doubling him up, and he couldn't stop and
kept fucking and fucking, and Chris' face was wild in anticipation....fuckin'
little Andy was gonna cum again!!!!
  Chris returned the favor, and held Andy tight, from behind though, his own
ramrod hunching up and down, sweat-slick slotted in Andy's butt crack.
 Just as Jame got up to see what all the excitement was all about, in came
Tyler and Ryan, who were equally curious, but also ready for their turn at toy
boy bung.
 What they saw was one beautiful, boyfuck mess! Arms, legs, in all
contortions...boys holding onto boys, soppy cum-dripping cocks, hangin' from boys whose
faces were a mess of sweat, matted hair, spit and jizz....all shown in the
eerie flicker of the lantern light....beautiful...fuck-in' beautiful.
 Horny as the dudes were, Ty and Ryan almost didn't want to disturb the scene
playing out before them.
 Buttttt----cocks bein' what they be-----they assumed ownership of the two
boys' minds, and hands, as they took Mikey's wrists, pulling him from the bag,
and off Andy's chinese eggroll, butt shhhsshhing across the tent floor liner,
as the others watched his boy toes disappear under the netting into the left
tent wing.
 Chris and Jamie and Andy just flopped on whatever they were kneeling on, and
lay silent, in their mutual afterglows and the images of Mikey's face....his
pussy....the cum aroma permeating the tent....the joy of it all....and....they
were hard as rock....again!
 From the left wing, there was a low drone of a familiar sounding voice: "I
love to fuck, sir. Yessir. I want to fuck for you, sir. Yes, sir. Please fuck
me sir, Mr. Ryan, sir. Yes, sir, please fuck me Mr. Tyler, sir. There was
'Fwumpppp', then "Unghhhhh, uh, uh, uh,", then, Ryan squealed, "God, I love this
cunt....fuck you, you little bastard, ahmena bang your balls off."
 "Eat my bung out, man!" grunted Tyler.
 Jamie, laying out now, on his belly, looking toward the left wing, listened
intently, occasionally humping his bare prong to the bean bag below him. He
heard Ryan yelp with glee when he shot. He heard Tyler growl in a frenzy as he
unloaded. Then after a bit of scuffling and muffled noise, moving stuff around
on the vinyl floor, it soon became clear the boys were in a
gang-around-the-rosie. One kid pumping Mike a few times, whirling him 'round then, for the other
kid, then ram-ram-ram, then 'round, and ram-ram-ram, and 'round and pound and
pump and pummel.
 At long last Jamie heard the gasping and grunting of the boys when they each
shot their wads up his stepsuck's toybox.
 Chris was out like a light, sprawled bare-assed on his back, spread-eagled
over a beanbag. Andy was in a fetal curl, with his hands buried into his balls.
 Jamie, almost a bit forlorn....or sad....or sumpin', lifted his head up on
his hand, as he heard the 'Scrassh, scrassh....' of Mikey's knees across the
liner, moving through the left wing netting, across the back wall of the tent to
the right wing....and back....to Connor.
 All was quiet again. Jamie finally gave up straining his ears, and maybe
feeling sorry for himself, and fell asleep.
 Morning broke, and some hours later, Jamie, Andy and Chris were stirred up
when Ty and Ryan kicked their beanbags, as they came through the center room on
their way to piss out back. Soon everything was noisy, with dumbshit
boystuff, grabass, and the assorted, "Eat shits," and 'fuck you's", till Jamie grabbed
them to get shorts on, and go with him to get the food for breakfast his mom
would be putting together, up in the kitchen.
 "Well, all I can say is I am certainly proud of you Jamie, and you, too,
boys. You were so behaved, and quiet down there, I'm sure you're all welcome to
tent out there anytime you ever want from here on."
 The sheepish grins, sly behind-the-back hand and finger touches, and all,
were missed by her, as she put the finishing touches on eggs and pancakes,
toast, bacon, sausage.... Shit...she didn't leave anything to chance.
 Three trays were carried down to the picnic table, and the other 2 boys
carried jugs of juice, milk and syrup.
 As they were putting everything out, the hulk of a naked Connor came through
the tent flap with Mikey's legs wrapped around his back, arms around his big
boy neck, and head to kid's shoulder. It certainly was not lost on any of
them, that Connor's horsecock was firmly rooted up Mikey's hole.
 He slid Mikey through his arms to sit him on the picnic bench, giving the
boy a vacant pussy, for the first time in many long hours, squishing to the
picnic bench as he sat....as he fed his donkey dong to Mike's opening mouth, he
casually ordered, "Drink me down, my l'il man, drink me down."
 The boys watched as Connor pissed his juice slowly, so the boy could take
it, and "glukking, ulluping," completely. Patting the crewcut blond head, he
pulled Mikey's chin up, and said, "Tell the boys how many times, boy. Tell 'em."
 "Glulkkup," Mike's piss-soaked mouth gulped, "'leven, sir. Fucked....sir.
Aleven times, sir."
 "And----?"
 "And....I love it sir, I love your cock, sir."
 "Good boy....yessir....good boy."
 None of the others were gawking....they had literally seen---it---all! Very
likely, they would not be surprised by anything they did amongst themselves,
or anyone else for that matter, for one good long time!
 Connor spanked Mikey's butt once, and said, "Go get me a shorts to put on,
boy."
 Mike crawled through the tent and back out with Connor's shorts in his
teeth. He kneeled before him, and held them as Connor stepped into them and Mikey
pulled them up, kissing his prick before he covered it up....with one more pat
to the towhead of stubble.
 By then all the kids were seated and wolfing down ever'thin' they could get
mouth, tongue and teeth into.
 The only naked boy, Mike, reached for his eggs, sausage and toast, Jamie
looked right into his eyes, and said, whipping off with his cupped fist, "I
shouldn't have to tell you, stepsuck, do your thing, and show your fuckbuddies,
here."
 Mike went to the end of the table where all could see, and wacked his load
onto his sunnyside up eggs.
 With the rest of the kids gawking, Tyler jumped up, his mouth full of toast,
"Umm, unnh, uh," then swallowing, he said, wait---wait!" He rushed up to
Mikey, and said, "Me, too, cocksucker. Wack me on your eggs...comeon!!" he nudged
his shoulder.
 Mikey pulled Ty's shorts down and beat him off over his eggs, too. Ty
gripped the table edge to keep his balance, then as Mikey stood there, holding
Tyler's spent peter, he looked up at him. Ty just jutted his chin out, and licked
his lips....Mikey bent over and licked the goo dregs off the boy's swollen
cockhead, then pulled his shorts back up. As Tyler walked back to his place, Mikey
was bending over his plate, so the boys could watch him tongue into the yolk
and spunk, licking it all up, then letting the cum strings and yolk drool off
his lips....tongue-burrowing in and drawing up, and strings, time after time,
till it was all gone.
 With full-mouthed yowls and cheers, and bare foot stompin', with knife and
fork gripping fists pounding the table, the boys roundly enjoyed Mikey's
suck-a-slupp.
 Jamie just said, "Sausage!"
 Mikey took his sausage off the plate and sunk it up his hole, turning his
butt to face the boys, so they could see the action....Ryan not to be outdone,
shoved a sausage from off his plate, up there, too.
 Jamie barked at Mike, "Make sure they stay up there, now. Whutta you say,
fucktool."
 "Thank you, sir, oh thank you," he said to Ryan.
 "You are very welcome, faggot!" Ryan said.
 Now Mike took his plate under the table to eat and suck Jamie's toes. The
kids, every once in a while peeked under to catch a look and giggled,
air-fivin', or pointing to Jamie from where they were eating at the table, yukkin' and
shaking their heads.
 After eating, and a clean-through of the tent, Jame made a production of
Mikey bending over to remove the first sausage. While Mikey was facing the other
way, Jamie took the sausage, and fed him another one Chris handed him from the
table. "Make sure you savor
that 6-boy cumspam, from up your pooper there, fagboy."
 There was a slight, muffled, "Yecchh," from Mikey's hung down face as he
said, Yesshur."
 Jamie spanked his butt, and said, "Lemme know when the other one comes into
view, so's we can top off your breakfast, cumwad."
 "Yessir," Mike answered, sullenly.
 Meanwhile, Jame snatched another sausage from the table and pocketed it. He
had Mike put on some shorts, and the boys had a short round of throwing the
football around the yard, till Mikey stopped and bent over. Jamie yelled,
"Whoops! Hold the ball! Sausage alert!"
They all snickered as Jame pulled down Mike's drawers, and there for all to
see was the tip of the 2d sausage hangin' out his pussy. He did the same yank
'n swap, like before and, Mike scrunched up his face as Jamie fed it to him.
Jamie might never tell him he'd eaten fresh sausages, and not the ones that were
up inside his shitter.
 Big smiles on all the boys' faces, they finally, by one's and two's, grabbed
a last sausage here, and a bacon slice there, themselves, said their 'g'byes'
and 'later's', and took off....most with a handslap to Mikey and Jamie.
Connor....walked up chest to face with Mikey....who dropped to his knees, took
Connor's cock from his shorts, and kissed it goodbye....getting a final pat to the
head, and a "Good boy....good boy," as Connor strolled through the yard and
out the drive.
 Jamie turned to Mike, and squeezing an arm around his shoulders, he said,
"You did us very proud, stepsuck. Very fuckin' proud. Let's help me get the food
shit upstairs and the tent aired out."
 Nodding, Mikey joined Jamie putting the hustle to the straighten up, and
then Jamie said, "So, fagboy" gripping his arm...."you ready to go upstairs, for
your stepbrother to fuck your lights out?"
 "Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir! Lights out...."
 "I knew you'd be happy about that, dickhole....let's go!"
 Mikey charged through the house and up the stairs, threw off his shorts and
flung himself on Jamie's bed. Jamie sauntered in with a big smile. He kneeled
between Mike's legs and the boy undressed him there on the bed, then sucked on
his hanger for a bit. "Tell me you dick. Tell me!"
 "Please sir," Mikey squealed, "fuck my lights out. Please, sir?!?"
 As Jamie plugged his fagboy, he swooned, gol-leeee, he loved fuckin' this
kid!!!! He just couldn't help it. His mind-eye went back to that first afternoon
last week at Mikey's, in the shower. He lost it right off, and cried real
tears of joy as he came once more in Mikeytwat.
 He lay into his stepbrother, chewing on first one tit, then the other, till
he had Mike crying, too, then as he hardened into action again, he gave his
stepbrother a nice long, butt banging for him to remember on the ride home
later. The whole time, Mikey's hands reached to Jamie's boyface, and smoothed over
it, and around his head, and neck, and sometimes Jame sucked Mike's fingers
into his mouth. Mikey kept thinking how much he enjoyed letting his younger
stepbuck take him over....and, ohhhh, that cock inside him....
ohhhh!
 "Yur lights out yet, faggot?" Jamie kidded.
 "Flickering off and on, sir." Mikey smiled back, blinking his eyes open and
closed.
 Jame rode on Mikey's back to the shower, where Mikey served and scrubbed
Jame like usual....then ate him out, and kissed his every body part after he
dried him, and 'horsed' him back to the chair, where he dressed him in just a pair
of cargoes.
 As Jamie sat back in the chair, heels on the cushion, toes splaying out,
then curling down over the edge, he watched Mikey through his legs, get himself
dressed, saying...."I'm comin' down with the team on Friday, when they play
Willow. I won't be staying over, but you know, the boys are gonna want to see you
, aftur. I'll catch up with ya right after yuh leave the gym, to set it
up...so BE CLEAN pussyhole. Keep your cunt shaved. Make us proud!!"
 "Yes, sir! Jamie sir."
 "Oh...and no cumming." Mikey nodded. Jame said, "Yuh can call and beg...you
know."
 "Yessir...I know," Mikey looked down, solemnly.
 Carrying the crumpled shopping bag 'duffel' Jamie made him substitute for
his backpack, which of course, Jamie now owned, they went downstairs, Mikey
crawling of course, with the bag in his teeth, into the TV room, where he sat on
the floor while Jamie took a seat.
 "Honey, I have to do some shopping, so I won't be here when your stepfather
picks you up," Jame's mom said to Mike, from the TV room doorway. She said her
g'byes, and kissed Mikey on the cheek, running her hands over the back of his
head and neck, smiling, she turned and left.
 Hitting the remote, Jame flipped on some MTV junk, and looking at the clock,
it'd still be a half-hour before Ed would get there for Mike. As Jamie heard
his mother's car start up and leave the drive, he looked to Mikey, pulled his
shorts open, gripped that 6 incher, whapping it to his hand, and said, "We got
a half-hour, stepsuck...hungry??"
 Slinking to him at the crawl, with that glowing, cutie-boy smile all over
his face, he reached for Jamie's prick....

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