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 15
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....
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 15.
....and he stepped back from the car door, Brady hit the gas and was gone. Jamie stood there, staring...longing??? crinkling the $5 bill in his pocket, and sort of backed up and then stumbled around to walk to the house.
He really was a bit of site! He had to manage to get upstairs and clean up before his mother got a look at him. He charged through the door with a quick, yelling "Hi, Mom!" to a mother who was not seen, and made it to his room to do a quick clothes change, and hair straightening out. Casually emerging from the sanctum of his sloppy clothes strewn room, he shut the door and took a turn at the bathroom sink, where his mother found him wiping his face, and gave him a big smooch, and a piece of pizza she had heated up for him.
Relieved and relaxed, Jame hit the stairs and went down to watch some TV after grabbing him a soda.
"Mike's on the phone for you, dear," his Mom said poking her head through the doorway and pointing to the extension.
Jamie'd heard it ring but just assumed it was for his mother.
"Fuck do you want asshole," Jamie blurted.
"Uh, mmm, sir, jus', um, wanted to tell you, that I have some of the money for you...ya know...thatchu asked...." Mikey was cut off.
"Look you dick...I got no time fer you dis week...so, when my father comes to see me, stick the cash in a nice present of one of your games, or clothes, for him to bring to me.
How much you got, anyways?"
"Seventeen dollars, sir," Mikey answered.
Jamie was pleased...excited even that the little fuck could scrape up that much for his 'loving' stepbrother.....but he sure wasn't gonna let Mike off easy. "That's all you got you dumb bastard....I said I needed CASH man....not chump change. You better getcher ass hustling some real scratch, faggot."
Mikey was shocked that he got no thanks, but worse, just abuse from his stepbrother....and was even gonna lose some more of his personal 'stuff' at the bargain, to send the $17 to Jamie.
Jamie slammed the phone in the kid's ear, and Mikey just sat there. He really knew he should have expected as much so after getting over his surprise, he just put the phone down and went to his room. It's true, he had come up with money quickly, but it was his own personal allowance he had saved. He hadn't approached his parents, or Unca Jimmy, for that matter....and was hoping to make do with just his allowance. But Jamie...mannn, he was so tough to please. I'm not sure Jamie knew the true impact he had on Mike, but if he could have seen through Mikey's shorts when he answered the phone, and Mike sprung hard at the sound of his voice....and geez, he drooled pre-jam when Jamie hollered at him.
Mikey pulled down his pants, pulled out another of Unca Jimmy's rubbers, and pounded off another load of his juice to save for Jamie's next visit....and fell asleep content in his boyjack, his hand wrapped around his rubbered dick.
For himself, Jamie had enough trouble on him...like the 2d floor boysroom the next morning. He was no longer wearing underwear or socks to school, but was no dufus. He backpacked 'em and put them in his regular locker. After morning 'services,' he'd make his way at some point to his locker and then to a bathroom to get himself in order. This day he brought $5 of his own allowance money, figuring if Josh lets him off because he took his sneaks, then he'd only have to give up a buck each to the other fuckers. He also knew if he brought any more, they'd take it, so $5 was it. He put $3 in one pocket, and $2 in the other, and left his wallet home.
S-o-o-o, here he was, 7:30, shaking, waiting for the 'boys' in the boysroom, upstairs.
Devon was the first to turn the corner after Jamie heard the mind-numbing screech of the door. He snapped his fingers and whirled his hand 'round...Jame had seen that enough to know it meant, 'kneel' and 'naked'.
He still got yuks from the kids when they realized he no longer wore his 'flushable' clothes.
A soon as he got to his naked, Devon's prick was in his mouth so matter-of-factly, it was like stopping at one of those hot dog vendors on the street....'get down and eat,' and that's that.
Jon brought out a tube of some lube glop, and took hold Jamie's hand which was gripping Devon's pumping thigh, squeezed some goo on his fingers, and said, "Get that shit up your hole, faggot, or you're getting it dry."
As Jamie, mouth stuffed to his throat, tongue working like mad, winced at the thought, and listened as he rubbed his bung with gooey fingers, "Fum now on, girlie, you bring yer own goop fer your shitter."
Now Devon was on his knees, with Jamie on all fours, as Jon plowed him some boypussy. Since the night on the school lawn, Jon and maybe one other were the only ones to not have a run through Jamie's toybox. Damon was one hot mother watching Jamie get rammed forward from behind, into that monster hog of Devon's up front. His eyes glazed over and his pants slipped down to his ankles as he palmed his cock, and his butt cheeks flexed against the sink. If Jon didn't hurry, Damon was gonna get his nut all over the mess of them.
On and on the boys plowed, from the front and the back....some watertight docking, this. "Um, nnnnnnggghhhhhh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uhuh," and Devon was nuttin' in Mike's mouth. "Oh man. Ohhhhhhh, mannnnnnn!"
Damon was wild-eyed watching his buddy buck-fuck that boy face while he shot wad after dickwad through those fevered boylips!
Devon was bucking like a bronco for keeping his prick on Jamie's tongue in his aftershot, and the tender prickhead nearly convulsed him. Damon took a look at Jon, and then decided he just hadda have some action NOW! So he pushed Devon away and sunk that hot boy meat down Jame's mouth, instead.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, ahmena cum, oh, ohyeah, nngghh, uh, uh ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuck you, take it, faggot!" Jon screamed as he let loose with his powerful load up the kid's butthole.
Recovering against the wall with his cock still hard and leaking dogwater, Devon smiled as Jon got his rocks. That was quickly followed by a raging Damon who came moments after plunging into Jamie's throat. They were shiny, and sweat faced, all of 'em, from the workout they gave their fuckboy....and smiling, ear-to-ear. As he pulled out, Damon just stayed on his knees, in aftercum weakness, Devon slipped his cock in Jame's mouth for a final drooze-off cleansing, and then backed off and holstered his meat.
Jon smacked Jamie's ass and told told him to, "Get 'round back here and lick your butt slime off ma dick, dude!"
Jamie did his duty, then as the boys were all straightening up and washing, Devon casually said, "Pay up, queenie....where's our cash?"
Jamie resignedly crawled over to his pants and went for the pocket he put the $3 in, and pulled out the three rumpled bills, and held them out for the kids to take. Jon turned first, and snatched the bills, and said, "Whut a fuckin' mess you keep yer....our, money in. Y'only got $3 here fagboy. I gave you one hot fuck wit' dis fine cock," Jon said, patting the front of his pants, and all's we get's a buck each. Jus' don' seem fair....not fair at all."
They all broke out laughing and while splitting up the bills, they started for the door, back slapping one another....'Screeeeech....bamm'....the door opened and slammed shut, and Jamie was alone, naked, on his knees.
He scampered around getting dressed and splashing some water on to liven his fucked over face, and headed out for class.
So much for a morning in the new life Jamie the cocksucking fuckboy.
Later, back in Willow, Mikey finished basketball practice, and was jogging home as part of his training ritual. As he got to his street, he saw Uncle Jim shooting baskets in his drive, and he sneaked up behind him, stole the ball and with a pivot and jump, he guided a sweet 2 pointer over his uncle's outstretched hands.
Jim grabbed his nephew and gave him a big bear hug, saying, "You know better than to fool witcher uncle like 'at."
Straining through the tightness around his chest, Mike said, "Yeh, unc....sorry, just couldn't help it."
Releasing Mikey, and with a playful cuff to his head, he said, "You wanna go inside and fun around?"
Mike quickly nodded and arms over shoulders they went into the house. Jim lived alone since he broke up with his girlfriend, so they had the place to themselves.
Mike flopped down on the couch in the front room, and Jim was unzipping and kneeling to Mike who helped Jim push his pants down. Then as he pulled the underwear waistband down, Jim's hefty hog sprung out. Mikey snared it in his left hand and guided it to his lips to smother the cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Boyyyyyyyy. You do take care uh yer Uncle boy. You do take care of your Uncle," Jimmy swooned, and caught himself falling to the wall.
Mikey sucked him some uncle cock like there was no tomorrow, and soon enough Jimmy was pumping his meaty 6 incher fully out and fully back into Mikey-mouth.... longstroking his buddy nephew's cute face. Just before he shot off he looked down to catch Mikey's doe eyes looking blankly up into his, with that manplank spreading those pretty boy lips out wide and thin....and he watched those beautiful lips nibble-walk up that cock while Mikey vacuumed every last seed from his collapsing uncle.
"Omigod! OMIGOD! You are one good cocksuck, boy." Jim's head eased to wall and he rested catching his breath. At last composed, aftercum bucking stopped, his prick was still in Mikey's mouth.....still hard. In what seemed like 3 seconds, Mike's clothes were in the air, and so was Mikey's tailhole with Unca Jimmy's tongue swabbing it. Ohhhh. He fingered, and swabbed and teased and pleased his young nephew who started to whine like a tea kettle, as his uncle tongue tortured his delicate, winking bud.
Spit to his palm, to his cock. Jim sunk his prick home into Mikey's joyed, toyed and begging boyhole. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....unca Jimmy........ahhhhhhhuh!"
For the next half-hour Jim plowed him some toyboy, to both their maximum joy. The sweat poured off them. There skin shone with it. Sometimes Jim was licking the boy's legs...or the bottoms of his feet....or sucking his toes. Then he reached down and fed his strong fingers into Mikey's mouth. Mike devoured them...soaking 'em with spit. The drool oozed from Mike's mouth as he gazed so lovingly into his Uncle's straining, but smiling face as he reached that point of no return. The couch creaked over and over as Jimmy boypounded Mikey to a cum-drenched climax. Mikey boyshot sprayed all over his chest. Jimmy laid down into Mike's cummy chest after filling his playtoy with his jazz. He play kissed the boy, and Mikey hugged him tight and kissed him back...."Thanks Unca Jimmy....you're the best."
Jim carried the boy to the shower and they washed and dried, dressed and Mikey was gone. Jim glowed in the aftersex, and joy knowing his nephew loved to 'play'.
Back at Oden, after school, as the clock approached 3, Jamie peered out t he front window....and Brady's sleek convertible was just pulling to the curb. Jamie left a note for his mom and was out the door. He was squeamish about 'selling' himself, but since this first pass with Brady was just gonna be with him alone, he figured, if it got too weird, he'd beg off, and not 'do' any of the other dudes. He already had bunches of kids 'round school who knew what he'd been made to do, in public no less....so there sure wasn't a shame factor any more.
As he sat and pulled the door closed, Brady held out his palm and Jamie slapped it.
"Good boy, Jame. Yer really gonna be happy you decided to come with me and my buds. They're a great bunch of dudes....they stink of money, and love to find places to spend it. But today boy.....you mine, yeh?" he finished with a question.
Jamie wasn't sure this called for an answer but he gave one anyways, "Ye-y-yeh, sir, uhmmmm, Brady."
With that, Brady play gripped the back of Jame's neck, and shook him gently, and when he turned to him, he smiled and pulled Jame's face down into his lap, and said, "Let's warm yer buddy up down there boy."
Jame was rubbing his face and lips across and around Brady's pants.
As Brady pushed and pulled his head around over his fly, he said, "Can you feel you're buddy there, boy, just snaking hard and readying fer yur hot mouth?"
"Ye-yehphhh, I canppph," Jamie answered, his mouth smothered into boy crotch now being shoved down between Brady's legs.
Jamie sensed the driveway bump, and heard the automatic garage door open, and then as the door closed, all went dark around Jamie in Brady's garage.
Instead of letting Jamie get out the passenger side, Brady just pulled him across his own seat and out of the car by his head and neck. Jame stumbled, and his legs and feet flopped from the seat, to the car floor, to the ground.
Grabbing on to Brady's waist and pants leg he pulled himself up, and squared himself, as Brady reached a claw-like hand under Jamie's tail and smack-gripped him, Jamie sorta jumpin' up a bit as Brady guide-glided the boy, whose feet were barely touching the ground, through the door into the main house. At the farthest end of a long hallway past ornate displays and furnishings, they went into a room that was as big as a living room....Brady's room. Don't ask. EVERY possible thing a young guy could want, was there.
"Let's first have you get your buddy out fer a reaquaintin' kiss."
Jame opened the boy's fly, fished out Brady's cock, a nice floppy kind of semi-hard sirloin. He got to his knees, and kissed it.
"Good boy....undress me, then strip. We haven't seen you on full display, pussyface. Let's see whatcha got."
As Jamie was starting to kneel after stripping, Brady just shook his head, and pulled hard on Jamie's cock. "What's this boy, 5-6 inches?"
"Yessss---sssir...6 inches," Jame said.
"I like that you're hard for me dude....when you're with me I want you always working yer pecker, and keeping hard and leaking fer me, hear?" Brady instructed, with Jamie nodding his understanding, and before Brady let go, he squeezed it, harder, HARDER! and he brought Jamie down holding onto Brady's arm as he sank to his knees.
Without being told, Jamie's face and mouth sought his new boymaster's dick, and sucked it in. Brady was actually caught by surprise that the kid went for his meat like that! He thought about punishing his brazenness....but then decided to simply enjoy. His right hand gripped the top of Jame's head, and moved it 'round, til he brought it down over his forehead, then his eyes, nose, and then with his own cock deep in the boy's mouth, he turned his hand around and slipped his finger into that cockstuffed mouth. The kid's face turned up and as he looked deep into Brady's eyes, he sucked on all his fingers, and his cock at once, and he did it so well. Omigod! Brady was trembling from what that look did to him.....and the unbelievable feel of his own fingers working 'round his cock and Jamie's tongue. Oh! Ohhhhh! Omigod! His knees buckled and his body quaked, he bucked, as he lost control, grabbing onto Jamie's head and shoulder, he braced himself as he shot wad after boywad over that wild sucking tongue.
Jame smiled up at Brady as the big kid recovered from his cum. Brady patted Jamie's hair with a spit sloppy hand, and was jolted again when Jamie tongued up to get a last string of drizzz hanging from Brady's dick.
Brady staggered over to his bed, and looking at Jamie kneeling at center room, he said, "You gonna be a star boy! You gonna make you a big stash too, dude." Jame just smiled. You'd almost think he was gonna become a more sensitive, and caring kid, at least as related to his poor stepbrother, Mikey, who he all but 'owned'. Time would tell, I guess.
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