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Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 14.
Oh, what she saw! Her boy...her son...a beautiful boy-'coming-man....his golden-bronzed smooth skin....the white tan stripe around his middle....and even a mother can't ignore those big boy balls, and the heft of that firm boy meat lying semi-hard to his right thigh crease....do you think she gets the same tingle we do? Even for her son? I think.... maybe....
Then she jolted....she had never seen him since he grew his boy pubes....but she knew damn well he must have. "He's as smoothe as a baby...." she thought to herself, cooing-like, but concerned, too, as her forehead furrowed. She'd ask his dad Ed, to look into this, when he came for his custody visit this weekend. Shaking her head, she still was concerned, as she cleverly reached for Jamie's 49er's throw, and laid it carefully over him before she woke him. Mom's, eh.
Now she gripped his right shoulder and kept yanking and loudly calling, "Jamie! Jamie! Dinner's on, honey"
With a lurch, Jamie popped up from his shoulders, then smiled and sank back...then fright all over his face, he jerked up again, and looked down to see the throw over him, relieved, but he'd think about that later....he knew he didn't cover himself before he fell asleep. He'd get a jerk of reality, probably while his mother gets that gazey blank stare at him across the dinner table, with the vision of her son's naked manness, and he'll know then, get a freaky spike of cold sweat around his face....blush deeply....eyes meeting eyes....look down, smile, and look back up saying, "Is there more soda, mom?" shaking his mom from her own daze.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 14.
Well, it's morning....it's Tuesday, another day for Jamie to report to the 2d floor boys room....and the payup deal, and whatever they're gonna do to him, and how many.... and oh goddddd....he forgot tonight's the ball game bus trip!!
Slinking to the doorway at the boys room, pushing through, and the screech that echoed off the tile walls goes right through him. He shudders.
It's wierd isn't it? You're going somewhere to meet someone who ordered you there...and you hope when you get there, they don't hear you open that squeaky ol' fuckin' door.
Like yesterday, there was no one around, or in the bathroom, and he leaned to check under the stalls for any sneaker feet....nothing. Nervous, shaking some, he turned to the sink and checked his hair and face in the mirror, running his hand absently through his not so short brown hair, his turned up smallish nose, dimples, and cutey boy, handsome face which belied the oftseen wicked streak that coursed through him at times.
His world shattered when he heard the horrid creak of the door opening, and unconsciously backed himself toward the furthest part of the room against the heater and the window.
It was Josh...first peering around the corner, breaking into a bright smile....and Jon....then Jason....bringing up the rear....and his look was more sneer than smile. Jamie couldn't move back any further, and turned to see the radiator....then looking back, there was Josh, crooking his finger for him to 'come hither'.
Back in full slink, Jamie made his way to the three boys, now standing side-by-side, at the center of the room. One after the other, in rapid fire, Josh, then Jon, then Jason said sternly, "NAKED!" "KNEEL!" "TONGUE!"
Jamie was tripping over his feet and pants legs trying to get them off, and then the rest of his clothes. The kids bust out laughing, first, from noticing he wasn't wearing socks or underwear. "Smartass l'il dude...no stuff to flush, eh? Welllll, maybe...."
Then there was a whole new round of yuks when they realized he'd been de-pubed, "Yahhhhhhhh!" Josh pointed yowling....look at the l'il faggot...no hairs....you really getting into your fag role ain'tchu, queerboy?"
Shaking, and shaking his head wildly, Jamie spluttered..."N-n-no....sir! T-t-t...uhm, MISTER T-taylor....he....."
Jon screamed...."Man, dju get dat, MIS-ter Taylor....you are really trained. Taylor shaved his pussy ass....goddd, I'da gived anythin' to be there."
Jason, getting things back in order, said, "Well, faggo, you want some cock this morning?"
Jamie nodded.
They all demanded, "PAY UP!"
With his face in a question mark, he then realized, "Oh man, they're going through with it. Making me pay for eatin' dick."
He reached for his pants, and his wallet, and he unfolded two crinkly dollar bills which his trembling hand offered up to no one in particular. Josh grabbed the bills, and Jon yanked his wallet and dumped it....practically nothing but a couple scraps of paper drifted to the tile floor.
"Two fuckin' bucks??? Fer the best cock in school?? You gotta be funnin' dude!!" Jason hollered.
Jamie just stared down to the floor, shaking violently.
Then Josh said, "Well, maybe we cin make some 'rangements, here....I got his sneakers....new Nike's...I figger that's a month's worth o' my meat. Buttttttt....that don't speak fer the rest of these dudes, boy? Whatcha gonna offer?"
"I jus' don' got no more, sir. I don' got nuttin'," Jamie whimpered.
"Awwwwww....listen at the l'il queer....WE DON'T CARE, DIRTHOLE! YOU BETTER COME UP WITH MORE CASH.....there's three more dudes you gotta payoff for all the fun you gettin'," Jason yelled.
Josh gave the bills to Jon and Jason, unzipped and whipped his cock out right into Jamie's eye....."Blow fucker!"
While Josh yanked Jamie boyface over his rammer, the other's stashed the dollar bills, and pulled out their meat for action. From boy to boy, and cock to cock, Jamie's head was yanked this way and that, and then back and forth til had taken full cumwads from all three boys there, while he knelt at their feet. Before holstering up, they each rubbed their swollen knobs in the kid's hair, face, eyes, ears and nose.
As the kids turned to leave, one sticky, spike haired mess was Jamie, naked still, on his knees, alone in the middle of the boys room floor, as three other kids came in for a piss.
Jamie was scrambling as the new group of kids came 'round the corner, and they weren't sure whether they did or didn't see a bare butt slipping into the stall. Just when their curiosity got the best of 'em and started pounding on the stall door, did Jamie came out, face and hair still a mess of sticky drizz and cock goo.
"Whassup wit'chu, dude?" one of the kids asked....but Jame just pushed through and charged out of the room and the door, to the quasi safety of the hallway.
Jamie was so relieved...that coulda ended up with another trio of cock eating, if they'd have come in just 2 minutes sooner. Surely, Josh and them woulda said, "Hey, dudes, whip 'em out...kid here'll blow yuh!"
Later that morning, Jamie was making his way between classes, when a tap on his shoulder gave him a start....he jumped through his skin...which was the way his life at school was now'days....IT WAS TAYLOR! WITH A GIRL!
Jamie dropped to his knees, and looked up into Taylor's face.
Taylor yukked and the girl giggled....then Tay said to her, "What I tell you....all 'ese fuckin' dudes drop to take care of ol' Taylor. You should take a lesson."
As he squeezed the girl to him 'round her waist, he said to Jamie, "Show my honey yer needle dick, faggot."
Without the slightest hesitation, Jamie unzipped, and pulled his dick out.
The girl gawked and turned, but was giggling into Taylor's shoulder, when he said, "Whip it, queenie."
Taylor let Jamie get into full whipoff, shakin', jerkin', and hunching his hand, sneakers squeaking against the floor as the moved back and forth, and then.... Taylor walked away leaving Jamie in the middle of the hallway with his cock pulsin' in his hand at full whip, and passing kids snickerin', laughing, stopping or rubber neckin' to get their fill of Jamie's complete humiliation.
Taylor was at his best, when at his most wicked.
In a cold sweat, beet red flushed in the face, Jame stuffed, zipped and tore down the hall out of site to limit recognition. To be talked about all over school by name was much worse that being talked about as 'Did you see the fuckin' kid wackin' in the hall this mornin'?'
Gym was his next hurdle, and luckily, because he was doing the trip with the team, the coach called him over to give him some instructions.
"Jame, you must be quite the dude in school here, boy. The basketball team put the word to me to have you be assistant team manager. This is a pretty big honor for a non-playing underclassman...so you've got big sneaks to fill, right?" Coach asked.
"Yessir," Jamie answered.
"Ok, let's get you linked up with Jeff over there...he's a senior, and has been team manager this year. He'll show you the ropes, and what job splits you'll have, to get the work done. You'll need to get the team uniform rack into the locker room before we load up tonight so the team can dress out."
Coach was talking as they made their way over to Jeff, and as the boys met and shook hands, the coach took off.
After gym was over, Jamie was mulling the way his life was destined to be for the foreseeable future...and more than likely would get worse, before it leveled off, or hopefully, got better. Jamie started finding new ways to get between classes...his most successful being to zip out the nearest stairwell to the outside and go back in at the closest entrance to his next class.
After last class Tuesday, Jamie found his way home without incident, and flopped on his bed, exhausted from outrunning and out-thinking his tormentors. He got dinner early because he was to be back at the parking lot to load up for the trip to the ball game.....and whatever else was in store for his poor fucking ass.
Slipping into the storage area quietly, and unnoticed, he rolled the uniform rack out into the locker room, and went about loading the game bench equipment with Jeff on the handcart to go out to the bus.
Jeff just stayed in the bus when they were done and told Jamie to get back to coach and see if there was any last minute things to do. When Jamie pushed the locker room door open, coach was finishing a run through of expected conduct as the visiting team, and introduced Jamie as the new assistant manager.
He was a bit confused when there were whistles and cat calls from all over the room with Jamie's intro, and gave Jamie a smile and butt pat as he left the room.
The boys were in various states of dress and undress, still, as the door slammed, and Devon boomed out, "Get you ass down here, cocksuck!"
All the kids laughed and snapped towels and jerseys at Jamie as he moved by to Devon's bench. While the kids all had 'No Beat Off before games' orders, Devon said, "On yer knees, faggot, and kiss it!"
Jamie dropped, and to the wild cheers of the dressing crowd, one with jock half on, others with one sock on and one off, and on and on, circled around to watch the first teammate sucked by Jame in front of the whole team.
"Don't suck it, dickwad, just kiss it....N-I-C-E-L-Y. Lemme hear dem lips smack, too."
The kids were entranced watching this erotic scene play out in the dim light of the locker room. They watched Devon shiver and jerk when Jamie's lips nibbed the tip of his peter. The kids were getting all crazy, hands in their jocks, playing, while sweat started beading on their faces, and Devon's prick pulsed and bobbed in time to his heart beat after each lip peck from Jamie. One onlooker lurched away when he saw the string of precum connect Devon's cock to Jamie's lips as Jame leaned back. Whewwww! This is gettin' to be much too much, and somebody was gonna shoot....any minute.....one of the kids shouted every body out of the trance, and said, "Comeon, you fuckers....let's git goin'. Plentya time fer dat mouth later."
Devon pushed Jamie over on his tail, and told him to dress him, sticking his bare foot in his face.
The kids shuffled out to the bus in due course, with Devon and Jamie, carrying Devon's duffle, bringing up the rear. Hmmmm. Bringing up the rear....sounds like Jame's lifework from here out.
Once in the bus, Damon and Josh set up shop at the bench seat at the back of the bus. Jamie had figured that with the pregame orders, nobody would be messing with him, and took a seat somewhere near the front of the bus. He didn't realize that some some of the kids on the bus were just classmates, going to the game with the team....among them, Damon, Josh and Jon.
Just as Jame put his knees up against the seat in front and was settling for a snooze, a hand grabbed his shirt collar, and a gruff voice in his ear growled, "Getcher fuckin' ass back'a the bus, and get to work faggot!"
You'd think by now Jamie'd be ready for anything, but, n-o-o-o-o-o!!!!
He scurried his tail to the back of the bus, where he was yanked onto the lone bench seat and had his pants pulled down, positioned on his knees with his face in Jon's fly and something cool and wet rubbing against his crack.....Jason's spit-lubed masher sunk up Jamie's hole so fast, his muffled "Owwwwulppppp!" was lost in the lurches and engine noises of the bus, as the force of Jason's probing fucktool, jammed him straight into Jon's crotch. Jason leaned forward over Jamie's back and looked into Jon's face with that wicked kid smile of success, pleasure, and 'soooooooo goooooooood!!!' Jon smiled back.
As Jase snapped back and started to rut his pussypal, Jon unzipped and got into fuck feedin' Jamie. The boymakers made no pretense about ownership, and when a few of the other kids maneuvered their way into surrounding seats to limit bus driver view, and seating so that there would be no undue attention, they let it be known by gesture that their prize was there for taking.
The trip to Middleton High was 45 minutes. With just the action of Jon and Jason, Jamie was already a fuckin' mess....sweaty, hair in soggy spikes where it wasn't matted, his clothes crumbed into his armpits and around his ankles. 45 minutes! Boywreck would be an understatement!
Once Jason, and Jon unloaded into Jamie, Jase yanked Jamie around to clean his dick of the boy butt slime and prick juice. When Jase pushed him off, there was another kid lined up at his toybox, and as the kid plugged him up, Jamie's open mouthed grunt was met with another boycock slipping over his tongue.
While he was only banged twice, Jamie blowed 10 kids in all, with 3 kids slapping his butt cheeks telling him they were reserving THAT, for after the game.
When they left Jame alone, as they got close to Middleton, the worked out kid was a mess of sweat and cum and spit. Thankfully, he'd worn an undershirt, which was now covered by the team jersey. He pulled it off to do a sort of cleanup and shoved it under the seat as he got his disheveled clothes in order, and sat up just as the bus was pulling into the lot. Shit man, his work was just beginning. He had to get the equipment out and into the gym and visiting locker room.
Damon, who was a sub on the team, grabbed Jamie by his waistband in the locker area and squeezed them boy cheeks....leering into his face saying, "Jus' checking out the playground, toolboy."
Jamie smiled weakly and waited till the boy stopped mauling him before making his way out to the gym.
The game went very well, and at half-time in the locker room, Devon had Jamie get on the floor under his nuts and lick them while coach was talking. There'd be no showers after the game, so Jamie was gonna get him a full boat of sweaty boy smells as he served the team on the trip home.
The kids were screaming and cheering that the rout of Middleton was on, and they were in the mood for some serious gettin' off!! Poooooor Jamie........indeed!!
True to their expectations, they killed Middleton, and came off the floor in wild hysteria, fans included. Half the players ended up being carried off to the bus, while Jamie and Jeff were left to scour the bench and locker room for their gear, and get it out there and loaded.
When Jeff, followed by Jamie, climbed aboard, there were yowls and screams from the back of the bus, and a thunderous, "GETCHUR FUCKIN' FAGGOT ASS BACK HERE, SLUTBOY!" from Taylor.
One thing about Taylor...he was all action...very little talk, and generally not friendly, even with the dudes he hung with privately, or on the team. Like, he never told the others it was he who took control of Jame the other day and denuded his pubes, or fucked his brains out....or anything....
Anyways, when Jame got to back of the bus, 4 teamies and Damon were sitting side-by-side on the bench seat, with each patting his thighs like you do a dog, when you want him to jump up. Jamie got it, and started to sit on the lap of the closest kid, Damon...but as he started to turn to hike himself up, hands came from ever'where and pulled his ass face down across all five pairs of legs. Damon, in the center, plied his bubble butt through his pants. Devon, at the end where Jame's feet were, was busy pulling the kid's sneaks and socks off.
Up front, Taylor had Jamie's jersey pulled up 'round his neck and covering his face and head completely....probably be a good muffler of any yowls and yelps.
Nawww, not really...Taylor pulled it out from around his mouth and stuffed his monster meat in the kid's maw. From climbing the steps into the bus, to being filled to the throathole, elapsed time: 90 seconds.
Man, after 40 sweaty minutes on the court, these kids were ripe! The back of the bus smelled like a bad locker room. Devon, another dude, with no pride, had worked Jame's pants and boxers down, with the 4th kid, Gavin, and Damon now pulling them off his bare feet, he shoved 2 fingers into Jamie's Taylor-cock stuffed mouth, and started to ply spit and massage to the boy's back door. Again and again, he had Jamie clean and slick his butt slimey fingers before working that toyhole....ohhhh....those pussylips were swelling nicely, the boy's little ass squigglin' all around on their laps, getting the already fired up boys even crazier. At one point, when Devon pulled his two fingers out, Jamie's hole was wide open, winking, and closing ever so slowly with each pulse....Devon, Gavin and Damon, just whistled.
It was like snake charming, as they saw what they saw and whistled, their pricks sprung hard under Jamie, and Gavin was near crazed....squirming all around and picking up the kid's legs, he got out and around in front of the seat. Careful to keep Jame's mouth in place on Taylor, Gav pushed the front of his team shorts and jock down, his hefty 6" prong snapped up against his jersey bottom, and he ham-slammed that pork roll right through Jamie's winking pucker.
Jamie's mouth came open momentarily to wail, but all that they heard was muffled "Whhirrrpp!" as Gavin bottomed his curlies to the kid's cheeks. In the dark, in the back of the bus, with the lights from the outside eerily strobing past, the looks on the boys faces alternately switched from glee, to strain, to lech, to pain, but rest assured, it was all FUCK-IN' JOY!!!!
The smell of fuck had every kid in the back of the bus on the rod, squirming, wiggling, and palming their meat. Some were doing it out in the open...others were being coy, fumbling in their pants pockets or rubbing their team shorts fronts.
Taylor, was buried in Jamie's throat, giving all the kids a charge, when his naked feet and legs bent up at the knees and started playing high in the air, and his fists balled in the 2d kid's, Troy's, hands. Taylor leaned ba ck against the window, closed his eyes and his whole body shook and quaked....never the one to voice much, Tay just cummed. After a long moment of tensed boyshoot, Taylor exhaled and slumped under Jamie's face.
He yanked Jame's head off him, and nodded to the kid across the aisle, who changed places with him just as Gavin was unloading into Jamie's boybox. "Unnh, ummmngh, uh, uh, uhuhhhhuh, ohyeh, ohfuck....mannnnnnnn!"
In no time, Jamie was watertight again....and again....and....again.
They were almost back to Oden....Jamie had blowed, jacked or fucked all 12 players, and 5 non-team classmates.
The final degradation was his being told to crawl up the bus aisle and beg each kid to let him blow him. "Please, sir, cin I suck you, please?" Or, "You wanna be blowed, sir? Honest...I'll suck you, sir, pleeeeease?"
Not one of the kids he begged, refused. Naked dude, on his knees, begging like a little doggie. As each kid accepted the offer, Jamie plopped his bare tail on a basketball, rolled into the kid's crotch, fished out his meat and glommed. Lemme tell you...these kids were so excited, they practically cummed as his tongue touched their dicks. He took 7 kids off in five minutes....the last one, as the bus pulled up the drive into the parking lot.
The kids all filed off the bus and....Jamie was still sitting on the basketball, naked, a face of dried spit and boyjam, and Jeff was yelling from the door for him to get his ass moving to help get the gear unloaded and stored. In panic, Jamie searched in the dimly lit rear of the bus for his clothes....nothin'. NOTHIN'! He was near tears, when Jeff hollered again, and said, "Get the fuck out here...the team told me they initiated you...your clothes are out here on the ground."
Jame slinked up the aisle, covering his prick with both hands as he passed the grinning driver, who was shaking his head and finally bust out laughing when he watched Jamie's naked butt cheeks squiggle down the steps.
Ohhhhhhhhh! When he stepped to the pavement, all the car lights came on and horns blew and boys cheered, and clapped and stomped feet. Goddddddddd!! What started with 3 boys Thursday, was now over 40 classmates for whom he could be made a laughing stock, if not to serve completely.
As he reached for the clothes in front of him at Jeff's feet...Jeff stepped on them, and said, "The team says you hafta do your work naked, then get dressed afta."
Without a word, Jame nodded, and went to the storage doors and opened them. EVERYONE stayed, in cars, and standing around, and watched the whole exasperating scene for Jamie, until he called for Jeff to lock the door. When Jeff turned after locking the door, he raised his arms and the horns and whistles broke out again, as Jamie started to put his clothes on.
The bus had long since gone, the engine roars became echoes, ebbed and all went silent. Jamie was there alone, in the dark, finally getting his sneaks on, when he jumped, seeing sneakered feet next to him.....it was Jeff. "What no head, for your buddy?"
"Ummm...I-I-I didn't.....ummmmphhhh!" Jamie's mouth was stuffed with Jeffydick.
"Here's how it'll be in gym, fum here out....I'll tell coach you an' me will work the equipment, so you won't be on the floor with the class, man...you gonna be on yo' knees, or your ass putting out fer your buddy, dude....RIGHT?" Jeff barked.
His throat almost penetrated, Jamie could only nod, blink and gawk his understanding.
Jamie's future at school was getting busier and busier with each passing moment.
"Take it out, suckface, and beat me off....lemme see you grip my peter and work it wit'cher fingers and kiss it, and look up at me when you kiss, dude...LOOK AT ME!!! Jerk me off, queerboy!"
Jamie was getting going on the boy's cock...jackin' and kissin' and rubbing it to his lips, and looking up into Jeff's face, which shone in the one lamp light of the parking lot.
"Uhhh...I'm gonna...unghuh....eat it you little fuck...swaller ma load, cocksucker!!" Jeff yelled as he pounded boyface to his scintillating getoff.....finally pushing Jame off him, backward to the ground where Jamie looked up, from lying on his side, a hand instinctively wiping at his mouth....watching Jeff walk to his car, start up and drive right by him wafting exhaust over the shamed kid.
Jamie dragged his fucked out ass off the ground, to his knees then staggered to stand....walking toward the gate, and the street. He trudged slowly, then even slower, hands deep in his pockets, feeling sorrier for himself by the second, when out of the quiet night on this unlit street, a car pulled up along side him at the curb.....
Mannnnnnnn! What a car it was, too! A sleek Mercedes convertible. It was so quiet, Jamie didn't hear a sound before he saw the lights...his mind wasn't capable of concentrating anyway, so a truck probably wouldn't have gotten his attention.
"Ride, dude?" the young guy inside asked.
Without a thought, Jamie nodded and pulled the handle at the same time, sliding in....sinking down into the plush bucket...his head back against the rest.
The guy was a late teen, maybe graduated last year....Jamie's mind was running trying to place the face....difficult as it was in the lights from the dash.
He asked Jamie, "Where to?" and Jamie gave him directions....it wasn't far from school to home for him, and he walked it often.
Meanwhile, the guy, 'Brady,' held out his hand and Jamie shook, offering, "Jamie."
With his hand, the guy pushed Jame's forehead back, and said, "You okay, dude...you some mess."
Embarrassed at what he might look like, he quick ran his hand through his hair, feeling the stickiness, and wiped his face with the back of his hand and forearm, "Yeh, I guess...a little...ball game...team trip tonight....basketball team."
"You're a little small for basketball, ain'tcha?" Brady asked.
"Oh...uh, I don' play, uh...manag...assistant team manager....first time tonight," Jame explained.
"So?" Brady pressed.
"Whut?" said Jamie.
"Soooo, whut the fuck happened to yuh? You look like you got beat up. Your lips and face are little swolled up an' stuff...and you look like you got dressed in a closet....an' you were walkin' down the street all alone, like you lost your last friend....so whussup?"
Jamie gave a weak smile, that Brady couldn't really see, and said, "Oh, that...ummm, they uh, umm the team, an' guys on the bus...they uh....'nitiation...."
Brady bust out laughing, and choked a second, hitting the brake, lurching them both forward. "Yahhhhhh...." he laughed...."they make you suck 'em off????"
It went through Jamie like a spear....his failure to answer, was the the answer.
The kid shifted gears to get them going again, and patted Jamie's knee hard, and then squeezed it friend-like, and said, "Look, I know 'bout that stuff, and....if you're worried, or....you know, if yuh, umm, ya know...liked it? Listen, lemme talk to yuh...ya got time, tonight? Won't take long....promise.
Jamie shook his head and nodded then shrugged, all together, and said, "Yeh, I guess, ok, whut?"
Brady continued, "Good, so here it is. Look, guys gotta get off, man...ALL THE TIME. How we make it through the day mostly dressed without our hogs in a hand, a mouth or a cunt, is fuckin' amazin'....right!!??"
Jamie just looked down and shrugged, "Yeh...I guess."
"You guesssss? I'm fuckin' eh right, and you know it!!! But look, here's the deal....we need....guys, I mean....some guys...like it ALL, I mean, like....both ways....and Jamie got freaked, and Brady grabbed his wrist..."No, now lis-sen ! Ahm not 'cusin' you a nuthin', jus' me and my buds, well, we can pay fer the right guy....AND....the right treatment. No pressure....we're a little ways fum yer street yet....think it over....whatta yuh say? Just 'member...every dude needs some cash!"
Jamie was scared and thrilled at the same time. The money would be the answer to his biggest problem, but bein' a 'go-down'......mannnn....that wasn't so nice.....'s'diff'rent when they make yuh do it....but, to wanna go down on other boys, and fer money....and his eyes closed, half wishing the challenge of this question would go away into the dark night, and that he wasn't really here.....and they were slowing down.....stopping, and there was a hand behind his neck, massaging, and someone was saying, "an' think about it, dude....you DO like doing it...too...don'tcha? A'mit it...'s'ok...some of us like it man...." and he was straining to stay upright, and his face touched damp, no, wet....sticky....
"G'head, boy...you want to....jus' do it, and enjoy it," Brady said as he fed his cock through Jamie's lips.
The feel of that boy's tongue swabbing his rockhard, fired up prick sent Brady into a frenzied face fuck....driving his cock up into Jamie's sucking mouth as hard and fast as he was poundin' the boy's head up and down over it.
The final jolts before Brady fired his buckshot into Jamie, were truly face smashing to Jame. Brady bucked and fucked that boyface like Jamie never felt, from even when Taylor throat pronged him.
When his tongue pressed the big boy meat to his palet, and swabbed the sensitive underside with the natural motion of swallowing, Brady bucked once more and ..... again....and again...and finally, he pulled out and sat back into his bucket, his hand still tight to the back of Jamie's neck, squeezing.....his fingers working their way into the sweaty short hairs up the back of Jamie's head.
Jamie raised himself up and tried to straighten himself, avoiding looking directly into Brady's face, in the darkness of the car.
"And, my man....here's five bucks fer yuh, too.....and plenty more where that came from. You are fine, boy....mighty fine, indeed! And there's plenty more where that came from....from my buds, as well as me. Buttttt, ahm just not ready to share yuh wit' anybody yet. How's about I pick yuh up right at your house right after school, tuhmorrah??? Yeh?? Would you like that???"
Nodding, and shaking a little, and the suddenness of all this, and the five dollars burning fire in his hand, and he said, "Yeh, uh...yeh, a'kay....Um...I get home quarter 'a three."
Brady grabbed his hand, shook it, and said, "It's a date, boy...it's a date!!"
Restarting the car, they cruised the rest of the way up to Jamie's house, where, as Jamie got out, he actually looked longingly, at Brady, leaning down into the window...then feeling the money, he pushed it into his pocket....
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