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 12
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.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 12
"Getcher ass on the counter dingledip, and slip your butt into the sink."
This might have been the first time Jamie felt more anger than self-pity or sex crazed, since the whole nightmare started Friday night.
Taylor didn't care, and just turned on the tap and initial coolness stung Jamie's skin, and soon it was warming and Tay pulled the drain plug in place to fill it. While he waited, he ran his fingers over the stubble left from the scissoring....all around Jame's pubes, gripping and smoothing over his cock, and then down around the balls and into his crack. Tay reached for the bar soap and rubbed over all of the same trail he just ran, after running it under the warming water.
Reaching between the kid's legs, he rinsed his crotch and then pulled the shaving creme from the cabinet, and shot wads in the boy's pubes and on his nuts. After smoothing, and as he reached for the razor, Jamie whined a tiny little screamy sound...."Sirrrr....ther-uh, water....sooooo hot...pleeeease??"
Taylor smiled and turned the tap off, and blew over the kid's cock...."There...that'll cool you down...you fuckin' fags are always overheating."
The level of the water in the large basin was halfway up Jame's boiling butt cheeks, and Tay heated the razor and went to work as the steam wafted up around, and between the kid's thighs. Kids Jame's age never have thick growth, but there was enough that he needed the razor....which Taylor deftly wielded. Very confident, he guided the blade across the freshly bared pubes. He had Jame hold his cock up and pull his nutsack taught when needed. He worked so carefully around the cock root....and very smoothly as the blade glided over that soft boy sack. Now to the joy slot...."Hold your cheeks open pussy...time to clean yer toolbox."
Ahhh. He worked the razor in head first, then bent it forward to smoothe him out some playground. With a finger slowly up and back in Jamie's crack, and slightly into his hole, Taylor would find an occasional hair, which he tended to without taking the razor out, but just gliding it on its head to the spot. That wicked finger also put the starch to one Jamiedick in the process.
"Heyyyyyy...lookee here. We got us a fag on the rail don't we cocksuck?"
Jamie shuddered, but didn't answer.
"DON'T WE FAGGOT!"
"YES....SIR!!!" Jame yelled back.
"That's better queenie...let's us not have any more misunnerstandings. I ask...you answer."
"Yessir." "Boy, you gonna be right edible and kissable for yer buddy fags fum here on. I'm expecting you to keep it just this way, dude. I'll be checking, too, when yur chasing all 'em dicks around the bathroom like you do," Taylor was saying now, as he rinsed his little boycunt and then dropped a large towel to the floor, and said, "OK, fagboy...lets get yo' ass outta there, drain the sink, dry up, and then wipe up the counter, sink and floor fum the mess you made. Jame was quick out of the water...to his feet and wiping and draining and cleaning like a good little beaver queer.
When the boy was done, he hung the towel off the tub wall, and while on all fours, craned his neck to look at Taylor, who waved him out to the hall and back to his room.
He gave Jamie a large towel to lay on the bed, then motioned the boy to the bed, and had him lay on his back, knees up, feet flat.
He had brought a bottle with him from the bathroom, and opened it as he crept between Jamie's legs, adjusted the towel, and then without a sound, he poured, and "Yowwwwwwwwwwwwww! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwwww! Whew! Whew! Whew! Uhuhuh!" Jamie grabbed for everything between his legs and into his ass which were on fire from the alcohol. As the shock and sting ebbed, Jamie opened his tearing eyes, and looked though his legs to see Taylor in full lecher smile, just before smacked the kid's hands from his crotch and smoothed all over his cock and balls, and then through his crack. "How's all that no hairs feel boy?
"Good sir," Jamie squealed, sniffling.
"Is this for me honeypot?" Taylor asked as his finger slid through Jamie's anal ring, eliciting a strain to Jame's voice and he weakly answered, "Yes, sir."
"What would you like to please me with now, cuntboy?"
Jamie, mind frazzled...in a frenzy...."Uhhhhm....suck you....sir?"
"You answering a question I asked you....with another question?" Taylor barked.
"Suck you sir!"
"That's better....wel-l-l-l....we can't do this with you down there and me up here now and all dressed....now can we?"
"No, SIR!" and Jamie jumped up to his knees and unbuttoned Tay's pants, pulled the zip, spread the fly and pushed pants and boxers as far down as he could...then on his elbows and knees, he craned up to Taylor's semi-hard.....a mouthful to be sure, at 7 inches and 6 around.
His mouth came up from under the hanging cockhead, and he sucked it in, with Taylor buckling at first feel of that rasper under his helmet. "Whphooo!" Taylor gasped, fell forward to lean his hands to Jamie's shoulders. Getting back into control, Tay pushed himself back up and pulled Jame with him till the boy was up off his elbows, and onto his hands. Taylor's mitts wrapped around Jamie's head, and he ram fucked the boy's face over his veiny, fat, angry prong. Then he stopped, pulled out till his prick was bobbing on Jame's lip, up....and....down....and up. Their eyes met, and Taylor said, "Slip your tongue out cuntboy, and open real wide so I can see down yur cocksocket....ooooonnghhh, ohyeh, ummmm," he moaned, as glop after glop of boy spooge droozed over Jame's tongue, puddling at first, then sliding down to the back of his mouth....
Jamie was craning his neck as far up as he could, dry-swallowing, and as Taylor looked down, calming from his creaming, he said, "The look in your eyes is just gold faggot...just gold...keep looking up....yeah....blink for me cutie. Oh yeh, ohyeah. Beautiful. While you enjoying my cock, boy, let's you be thinking how else you wanna please me today. Like what do you do now, to make your man happy, pussyface?"
Tay slid his hand down the front of Jamie's face, closing his eyes as he went, like they do dead dudes, then as his hand wrapped 'round his cock still oozing on the boy's tongue, his fingers reached under Jame's chin and pulled it up to close the kid's lips as he said, lick me off, dude. Once again, Jame opened his eyes, and soulfully rolled them back up to gaze at Taylor. Taylor, yo ung as he was, somehow 'got' what those eyes were saying, and....doing to him. Woooowee! Taylor was thinking it, but didn't know it....he was gonna have his girlfriend blow him...just....like....this.
Then, and suddenly, he pulled from that cuntmouth, pulled the boy up by his elbows, whipped him around on his knees, and "Phhhooomph," the kid had the wind knocked out of him as his was thrown to his belly. He bounced, and his feet came up and then lay flat on their tops. Taylor got some lotion goo from his dresser and was back on the bed working the stuff between Jamie's cheeks....
"Um-uhm-ummm," cooed Jamie, and then, "acchhhh-uhuhuh, ohhhhh," as Taylor's thumb pressed into him, and down, and then around with the rest of the fingers fantailing all around making a sort of asshole wave, before the forefinger also sunk inside.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," the boy, face into Tay's pillow, moaned, and then a third finger. It was many long moments that Taylor finger-burred inside his new pussy, and then, "UHHNNGH!" as Taylor pulled Jamie up off the bed by his hole, then down....then up and down....and Jame's grunts came so fast and steady that he sounded like a train engine. Then, "Ooooph!" and the kid was flopped on his belly, Tay's fingers out, a steady stream of tears trailing from the corners of Jamie's eyes.
The inevitable, "Ooooohhhh, unnnnnngghhhhhhh," and Jame felt Taylor's body heat press hard to his butt, back and shoulders, and mostly, the fire from Taylor's cunt seeking missile.
Taylor lay heavily, and completely, on the smaller dude, and then his hot breath behind Jamie's ear, gave the kid chicken skin....as he shivered.
"You love that man cock up your boyhole, don'tchu, fucker....DON'TCHU!"
"Hngh, hngh, hngh, heh-yessssirrrr," Jamie cry-moaned.
Tay's big hard never softened from the mouth blow, and he was so fired, he pummeled like a steed fresh from the stable. A wild pounding fuck ensued and before either boy's mind could put together this whole scene, if that was possible, Tay was screaming for joy, and shooting rockets up toyboy snapper.
Taylor growled into Jamie's ear, "You good, boy....goooooood fuckkkkkin', man!
"You got more to give your stud, boy? You got more??"
From his tear sopped pillow, Jamie turned up his face and whined, "Ohhh, yes, yessir. I fuck.....fuckin' more...yehhh....uhhhh....morrrrrrre tuh.....fuck."
"Good boy, I knew it. You gonna be my best fuck, aren'tchu?" he growled through gritting teeth before he laid to the boy's head, and chewed on his right ear....tongued deep...then sucked his whole boy ear into his mouth. The boy cocked his head up to the ear sucking mouth. Taylor, grunted again, "You love to fuck, fagboy...you love to fuck...."
"Mmmm-um-m-mmmm," is all that came from Jame, as Taylor rutted once more and then just as suddenly, pulled the boy up with him, still poled, on their knees. Gently, he twisted the kid's upper body and pressed his neck and shoulders back down, face up, then took the right leg up and over and rammed forward with the boy's legs splayed, cock sunk deep into boybud.
He pulled the boy's feet behind his back tightly, and said, "Pull me into you fuckboy, keep 'em feet tight....'at's it...gooooood boy."
The choreography took off now....Tay stood, and reamed his boytool standing on the shaky mattress with Jamie up on his head and neck, Tay's prong bent back, straining to stay holed up. Then down, faggot in his lap, bounce fuckin' himself, and panting into Tay's face. After a short round, of scissor fucking, fitted together like spoons, Taylor finished his pump-a-fuck, with Jamie back on his belly, and Taylor chewing the back of his neck....growling, "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" from deep in his throat.
When both had calmed...and started to cool laying together in their mutual slip-slidy sweat-soaked skins....Taylor lurched up and out of boypussy, with a small, 'Thhweeookk!' As he headed for the shower, the young, dark-haired, crewcut toy was spread eagled on the bed....and Tay came back to bedside and wailed Jamie's ass, bringing up a white hand print....and yelled, "Enough fun fur you queerhole....getcher fuckin' ass outta here, and start bringing cash to school to pay for all these good times, we givin' yuh."
Jame was shaken from the quick dumpover, and ass smack....and shook his head to clear some space to think..."Quick!" he thought to himself...."find clothes and get out. Fast! "Omygodddd! They're all in the car!" he screamed out loud.
He ran for the hall and the outside back door. Slipping out in his naked....he peered all around, and there was just quiet. Slinking quickly down the stairs, he bolted to the car and dove in back, where fuckin' Taylor had thrown all his stuff back at the school lot.
Man. Cargoes, shirt, sneaks...socks in his pockets, grabbing his pack, he shot out of the car, breaking into a run, and then, afterburners, and he was flyin'...probably his fastest ever mile....he got a sickening thought as he felt the Taylor's cum drizzing out his hole. He turned a corner and slowed to a jog, and there was this house to the left...with blue shutters....a bike lying with empty newspaper sack hanging to the ground, a young dude, walking toward the door.....turning.....recognizing Jamie, smiling, broader now....."Hey, you! Blowdude!"
The kid's hand was on his fly, rubbin,' "Comere."
Jamie's head hung....and he stopped, and if an expression could whine, Jame's face was whining: "Pleeeease, no."
Paperboy Davy was whipping at his cock from outside his shorts, legs spread...waitin'.... pushin' it up and down against his lower belly and pubes, and his heart was beatin' a drum in his chest....and his ears, as Jamie started up the walk...a most forlorn looking, fucked up dude.
" 'At guy said, 'Anywhere...anytime'...I makes that out tuh be right now."
As Jame reached the kid, both standing, they both realized, Jamie was quite a bit taller, making the boy excited that he had a big kid to order around, and into his pants, no less! This also made everything that much more embarrassing for Jamie, former teen snotass himself.
Dave sat to the top step in front of his house, and looking up, squinting against the low and fading sun, said, "Take me out, man. You know the deal."
Jamie's heart jumped in his mouth..."Fuckin' here? You buttwipe! We're out in the open, here!"
"BLOWJOB! NOW!" The kid screamed in a warbling, adolescent voice changing wail.
If for nothin' else, but to shut him up, and reduce the chance for neighbors and all to hear...or worse look out and see, he lurched out and bent down to open Dave's pants. He fished the boy's already hard prick out, and looked to Davey's face, hoping maybe he'd relent, and just laugh it off....the kid humped up 2-3 times there, in Jame's hand....
No way out for young Jame....he bent over the boy's swelled pud, and sucked it in. He unconsciously thought if he stayed up, rather than on his knees, it would be less obvious to neighbor eyes, that he was eating dick. It's unlikely Jame recognized the taste and smells of his own spit there from the prior suckoff that afternoon....but there was the unmistakable aroma and taste of boy jelly....and there was a strong cum'roma wafting out of the kid's superheated shorts, too.
Almost as soon as Jamie took the paperboy back in his mouth, the kid restarted pumping his prick up into his mouth, pushing up on his hands against the step, and arching up with his feet to ground. Man! His whole body was undulating under Jamie's cocksucking face.
And it sure wasn't long....that kid sure had a big supply of jammy spoo. "Eat my jizz you cocksucker! Swaller it all! Uhhhnggh! Uh, huhhm-uh, ohyeh, fuckyeh, oh man. huhhhh!" The arching, boy dick humper slowed....and sat....then pushed from the top of Jame's black crewcut head, and got him off his super-sensitive peter. "Oh man. Gonna need yuh on this reg'lar, guy. Go get my pencil and c'lection pad fum my bike pouch."
Jame backed away, and rummaged through the kid's newspaper bag, and brought back the pencil and pad. "Write yur, name, phone number....oh, and e-mail, so I can getcha here when I need yuh to blow me."
Jame did as asked, and handed it to Davey.
Looking at it, he said, "Well, JAMIE, we gonna be doin' some lotta funs fum here on, eh?"
Jamie slowly nodded, as he stared blankly into the kid's face.
Davey'd been playing with his peter the whole time, and almost got Jamie back on him, but then just holstered up, zipped, stood and waved the back of his hand at Jamie saying, "See yuh," while shaking the pad at Jame for a reminder of cums to come.
Shook up sorta, Jamie, for the first time realized he was a cock mouth....to fill, and be shunted off like so much trash.....oh mannnnnn....not good. Not good at all. His face fell as he watched Davey's front door close, and he turned back to the street to go home... his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, a sullen boy, of shame, trudged on home alone in the twilight....the taste of fresh boy sperm on his lips....absently being licked by an equally spermy tongue.
Mikey's place, early Saturday afternoon.... Mike was 'hoopin'' in the driveway, when a car lumbered in behind him. Mike smiled at first assuming he'd know who it was, then he realized he didn't...and the visitors...were black kids. As Mike started for the car to see who...."'Sup, Mikey." It was Connor....the JV center on Oden's basketball team. Shit man...Mikey's pussyhole twitched....and his dick sprung hard. Man oh man...did he ever ride Connor's boypole last weekend at Jamie's.
"He-y-y-y...Connor...how'dja find me here?"
"Hope yuh don't mind...I asked Jame fer yur address, and we dug up a map and took a ride. 'Dis'ere's ma bro, Baylor...he's a senior at Oden, and when I tol' him 'bout us, last week, he's been pestering to me to get in on the funnin'."
Both boys out of the car and walking to the front end, they all slapped and gripped, and Baylor snatched the ball from under Mike's arm and shot from about the 3 point distance....'Swish'...nothin' but net, eh. Soon they were all in it, with Mike and Connor teamed against the bigger Baylor, who was a super player. But....he was no match for both his talented brother and Mikey the Squirrel. They took a laugh break when Mike dribbled the ball through Baylor's legs and scored behind his back.
Setting down right there in the drive, Connor palmed Mike's knee, and asked, "What about it, Mikey...wanna give my bro here a good time...an' me, too?"
Mike gave him a big smile back and the trained eye would have caught Mike's shorts at the half-tent. Then he said, "Shurr...let's take a ride 'n' see if we cin find a quiet place." The two brothers took an arm each and hauled Mike up and over to the car...into which Mikey scrambled. As the old car spat fumes, and rolled slowly back to the street, Mike's basketball rolled the rest of the way down the drive and off on to the lawn in back.
Baylor took Mike's left hand to his fly....and rubbed it in. Connor with his hand on Mike's neck, guided him down over his own fly. He pushed Mike's face back and forth over his cloth covered boy meat. Mike was familiar with the feel of Connor's dick as it hardened against his nose and lips. Connor's left hand was down Mikey's back and into his waistband.
Face all sweaty already, and hair mussed, he bolted up to try and guide Baylor to a likely spot...ahhh, he thought of the outskirts of the park where there was a wooded area that most folks avoided for the brush overgrowth. Soon they were there, parked, with Mike on Baylor's shoulders, pointing the way into the thicket. They trudged on till they found a spot they could spread out the blanket Connor brought from the car.
As Connor laid it out in a good spot, Baylor bent forward and Mikey slid down and walked off his neck. "Gotta tell yuh, boy, you gotta be the best lookin' b-ball playmaker white boy I seen in a long time," Baylor complimented Mike, who was blushing, and nodded, "Thanks."
"I awso see why dey call yuh 'squirrel'," he said, and they all laughed at that.
When Mike turned to Connor, the big kid was on his back completely naked, prong on hard and standing straight up menacingly in his fist, and he said, "Slick up your love rod, suckboy."
Mikey dropped to his knees and on all fours, took the biggest boycock he'd ever had, inside his face. Baylor stood alongside and just took it all in...finally snapping out of his trance, and went behind Mike and started to undress their white meat turkey centerpiece.
In short order, Mike was naked, and Baylor, also bareass, was on his back eating him some pinky boypussy, his eyes smothered in ball sack.
Connor was 'gettin' there' too fast, and pulled his cocksuck off him, and Mikey literally pulled his pucker off Bale's tongue, and sat back on his big chest. Connor looked down at his big brother and then at Mikey, and said, "Tell my bro how many broncos you rode with Connor last week, pussyfuck."
Mikey looked down at the reclining Baylor and said, "Eleven, sir."
"You wasn't jus'a kiddin', was yuh, bro?" he said, as they handslapped from behind Bale's head. "Well, let's us see whut kinda circus we gonna have us tuhday."
"Ride, fuckboy....RIDE!" wailed Connor, as he gripped his prong, snapping it back and forth. "Let's ketch you a seat boy."
Mannnn...with Baylor spitslop up his toolbox, and Connor swabbing a huge gob on his ram, Mike scooted forward then up above the cock that he'd known more than any other in his short time as a young fuckboy. With Connor's cupped palms assisting, Mike rode the rail down to the boy's prickly pubes, and rested there tearing from the straining, pulling, tight-skin-tearing pain of his impaling. The saving grace was how Connor rubbed against Mike's hotspot like only his stepdad did. The joy from that 'pleasure tingle' inside his hole made it all soooooo much better.
Soon enough, Connor was bounce-humping his fuck buddy till Mikey joined and helped to boff himself silly on Connor. Baylor came 'round front to see this, and shook his head with a big ol' smile seeing both his brother and the toy fucktool bounding around the blanket with their tongues playing over their lips, and now breathing heavier....and faster....and as Bale reached down to grab Mikey's bobbing prong, the kid shot right in his face. Mike gasped his ecstasy, and Connor laughed and choked, but didn't miss a stroke. As Baylor wiped Mikey's jam off, he ate some and fed Mikey off his fingers....he also stuck a finger into Connor's mouth as the rockets went off up Mikey's humper. Connor was squealing in absolute fuck joy, and Mikey screamed, "Fuck me daddy, fuck meeeeee!!!"
"Oh yeah, ohman, oh fuck, soooo gooo-ooood!" Connor joyed.
Bale was applauding the show play, and then with one hand he pulled Mikey up by his left arm, and the boy 'Smoockk'ed off Connor's cock. Mikey's arms then wrapped around Baylor's neck, while Bale guided the boy's box down over a rock hard jammer that while not all that much bigger than Connor's, WAS bigger!
As Mikey was widened out yet further, he cried into Baylor's neck, as Baylor's knees buckled him to the ground. Baylor could feel Mikey's tears streaming down his shoulder into his pit. "Gonna fuck you, boy. Huh. HUH!" and bounced him once hard, driving an electric charge right to the kid's toes, which stiffed out and splayed in reaction, his head snapping back, now hanging backward away from his impaler.
"Mmmmm, ohhhhhyessirrrr, ohhhhh, unghhh," Mikey whined through his eye rain.
The Connor spoo goo drizzed around Bale's cock and the straining walls of boy pucker, just as Baylor started slide the kid up, then down, then up, and "Fuck-a-boy-toy....two buds-up-a-boy," Bale rhyme spoofed, as he walked around the thicket.
Connor was up on his knees and toes, as Baylor returned to the blanket, unclasping the little pink fuckboy's hands and lowering his upper body into Connor's outstretched hands.
The boy's head slid to Connor's crotch on his thighs, and the big dude's dong slipped right into Mikey's facehole. In almost a continuing boyroll, Mike's legs were pulled over onto Connor's shoulders, with Baylor still deep in Mikey, he redoubled boypoling, Connor looked up to Bale, and said, "Watch'iss bro"....and he leaned forward and drove his monster prick through throat hole and Mikey was "Watertight!!!!" yelled Connor.
Baylor felt the whole boy stiffen, as he tensed, and gawked from his gagged throat, his feet kicking behind Connor's head.
Baylor started yukkin' then the throes of his cum took him over and all three boys were rammin', bammin' and jamming like they were trying get those two cockheads to touch inside Mikey's belly. Mikey's body was stretching and contracting like a kiddie accordion, and Connor gave a whiney, puffing musical rendition of "Fuck you, baaab-huheeeee, huhuh, fuck, ohfuck, I'm oh, fuckin....meeeee....a face!"
From the other end, "Accccccchhhhhhnghhh!" Baylor was all but speechless as he let go with...probably the finest cum shoot he ever had. Even with being gooed and slopped by Connor before him, Baylor still felt like his beautiful prong was up inside an ever- tightening velvet vice.
Totally out of breath, and leaning forward, he gasped to Connor, "You gave me my biggest ever time, young bro....my biggest evah!!!"
Connor tried to smile as he steadily lost control and whined with his second cock drainer right through Mikey's throat. Baylor laid forward and laid his hand, rubbing it over Mike's neck as the boy continually swallowed over Connor's over sized pumper. Baylor made believe he was massaging his brother's dick through Mikey's neck.
Finally calmed, cocks oozing out of Mikey, the brothers pulled the boy out flat on his back, limbs all stretched out to the sides. Then they laid to the boy's bare pubes, and started licking all around the boy's pud. From balls to cockhead, they joyed their young pinky boy. Connor wrapped two big fingers around the kid's cock, and Baylor sucked the cockknob in, and they finger jacked and blowed the kid till he was yelling like mad, and begging, "Cummmeee, cum me, pleeeeeease, cum me, ohhhgodddddddd, I neeed tuh, uh, ohhh, cummmmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" bouncing all around under the brothers' sweaty, smiling faces, which were alternately diving to lip them some pinky boy pearl jam.
Then they put four big hands to Mikey's entire body....fingers into mouth....up pooper....in and out and all around, and the boy wrigglin' and writhin' and loving the lovin' till they finally sat, crotch to crotch, sandwiched Mikey between them sitting him slowly down over Connor's boy pleaser. As he sat facing Connor, they kissed, and Connor's cock-length tongue shot through Mike's lips, and sucked the breath out of him. Up and down and up and down and Mikey was a humpin' for joy there in woods, when he was lifted and repronged on Baylor's waiting steel, and bounce and bang, and hump and pump, and back to the Connor-piston.
Mikey didn't know why, but he got totally and strangely different thrills as the boys passed him back and forth between them, crotch to crotch, cock to cock, and a doe-see-dock-n-cock-a-boy. Of course, the new joy was because both other boy's hammers, not only were the biggest he ever played on, but they were both bent the same way. When he rode down, facing away from one boy, and toward the other, the same bending pricks were toying his hole in opposite play, deep inside him. He was so out of control, he couldn't believe it. He didn't know what was happening as he had at least two boy crazing anal'gasms, followed by his cock blowing a geyser of boyshot into Connor's chest and neck.
After the brothers came off one more time each, and circle sucked their meat clean with Mikey there on that blanket...in the woods....Mikey felt a boyjoy he never felt before....he loved what these boys did to him...with him.
Pisses all around...the boys dressed and made their way back to the car, and back to Mikey's house, as it moved to late afternoon....Mikey was sure gonna sleep good toooonight....but he wasn't even thinking about rest, as he gave both his pleasers a final happyoff....blowing both brothers on their way back....the boys were almost so spent they couldn't cum fast enough, and actually had to stop on a quiet street, for them to be able get their nut. Connor got Mikey's pants back down, and fingered and licked his toyhole while his big brother got his jazz.
On Sunday night, the guys were all in shorts, hanging out with a few beers, and catchin' a ball game....Mike's Uncle Jim was sprawled out, bare feet up on the table. Mike too. Ed was on a cushioned chair off the side of the couch.
During a break in the game, Ed quietly asked Mike if he wanted to share the shaving deal with his Uncle. Mike's face lit up, and said, "Hey, yeh."
Shit man, Ed boned right there in his shorts, and motioned toward Jim, for Mike to be the one to tell about it. Of course, what Ed would probably never know, was that this "team initiation shaving" was all made up to cover that Jamie had ordered him to bare his pubes and butt hole.
In excited tones, Mike gave Jimmy the whole shaving scene in word pics, and then Ed said: "Tell him what yuh have tuh do tonight, now."
"Oh, yeh, Unc, an' I gotta do a cleanup tuhnight 'fore school tuhmorrah.
"Dad's gonna do it...." Mikey said smiling back at Ed.
"Ed asked Jim, "You wanna stay....and play, too? We can take our boy here through his paces," Ed said excitedly, as he gripped Mike's knee and shook it.
Jimmy leaned over to Mikey, next to him on the couch, gripping Mike's wick through his tented shorts, saying, "Hell yeah, I know our big man's ready," smiling at Mikey and tugging his dick, "and his own little 'boy' here's ready, too!"
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