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 18
"Do you want it faggot?" to which Jamie nodded quickly, his tongue searching out from his lips.
"Uh-uh-uh! How bad do you gotta have it?" Pete teased.
"Please, Pe--SIR! Please...may I have yur cock? Jamie begged as Pete touched the cum-soppy tip to his tongue...then pulled it away quick. He continued his tease-tongue-touching for another few times, finally, saying, "Tell Petey whutcha gonna do fer dis very choice morsel, and if you are real...REAL....convincing....I MIGHT let you suck it."
With his neck craned, his head lurched forward with each tease, the tongue darting out, he pleaded, "Oh, sir, I will.....lick....it for you...make it....all gummy and....shiney for you, and make....you....phhhwuoff!" Jamie was cut off as Pete shoved the cummy cock into the kid's mouth, where his tongue and lips made swift work of sucking every last remnant of boy sperms from Pete's tube of boy joy.
As Pete took his cock from Jamie's mouth in its yet near hard state, he pounded it all around Jamie's face as he said, "While you working as team 'sis'ant manager, jus' 'member....dis 'Smack!' cock 'Smack!' works fer me 'Smack!' and you, 'Smack!' queerboy, 'SMACK!'....work for IT!!!!"
Jamie's reflexive blinking and head bobbing back and away, ducking the relentless cock beating, amplified his so pitiful position under Pete there, in the dirty clothes on the floor, as he looked up, pleadingly, but as firmly as could be, said, "YES! SIR!"
Jamie got THAT right.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 18
Fuckin' eh! You jus' gotta love a boy whut knows his place. Jamie scrambled up to his knees, then onto his feet, naked, following Pete like a l'il doggie re-separating the laundry they just fucked through, not even looking for his clothes. In a few minutes they had everything in different piles again, and Pete rolled in the laundry bins for Jame to put each pile into.
Jamie's oozing pussy boycunt slot looked so cute there sticking up and out each time he bent down to get another armful of dirty clothes. He felt the stuff droozing down his thigh and grabbed a dirty undershorts to wipe himself out. Another mindspinner as he wiggled his crack around in a circle against and into the crumbled shorts. Mannnnnnn! Can ya stand it?
Pete went over to the equipment supply closet and pulled out the wire basket with the b-balls to be cleaned and checked for practice. He gave Jamie class in how to check the air in the balls, and how to clean 'em, and then they went about their work after Pete cuffed him alongside the head, and said, "Hey man, I won't be needing yer ass any more tuhday, so you kin get dressed."
Jamie smiled, blushed looking down, and went about finding his clothes.
Back at Uncle Jimmy's, over night, Mikey had a time alright! After Mikey threw his first ever fuck into Jim, they lay there chest to chest, Mikey's body heaving, Uncle Jim sucking the boy's ear....Mikey's cock still hard, still deep in uncle bung.
After about a half hour of play-huggin' and mutual lip smucking, and even a little boy and man snoozing....Mikey was reawakened to the funs at hand. His prick was expanding, sinking deeper into Jim, and the hotboy circuit was closed once again as Mikey started ever so slowly to grind his body into Jim, and his cock in short strokes, building to a powerful rutting boy fuck. Mike's head rose above Jim's face and he strained a smile, even showing his teeth, as he pumped fully into Jim's velvety sucking manhole. Mike gave his uncle a double joy: giving his nephew his first joyoff, and getting a fun he hadn't had himself since his own boy'sperimentation days as a kid about the same age as Mike.
Jim craned his neck up and lipped Mike's nose, and as the boy looked into his eyes...Jim asked, "You close, boy?"
Wordlessly, Mike nodded quick-like, and Jim said, "A'kay, at the last sec, pull out boy, and jack it all over your uncle, yeh?"
Breathlessly nodding, Mikey redoubled his second ever manhump, and then leaning slightly, his weight to the toes of his left foot, he slipped out of Jimmy and grabbed his hot tool, bent hard, fat and up along his belly....and staying just like that he rubbed off a five shot two and three foot foot creamy teen volley. There was a beautiful arching rope at first that caught Jim right up his chin to his lower lip. The dimple in his lower jaw made Jimmy look like he had a silver-cream beard growth.
Mikey collapsed, gluing his chest with his own jam to Jim's. He so naturally, tongued Jimmy's creamy 'beard' growth and then sunk a hot boy tongue through Uncle Jimmy's quivering lips. How Jim loved giving this boy his first man fun!
Soon they slept there in each other's arms. When next Mike woke, the lamplit room was getting sunlight....birds could be heard in the distance, and he was being lifted, carried and laid back back down on what turned out to be the quilt runner of the dining room table. Jimmy sat in the chair at the end of the table, pulling Mikey to him, legs open and up, hanging them over his shoulders. Jim looked up with his most lechy smile and snickered, "Just a little breakfast fer yer Unca Jimmy, boy." Mikey lay his head back and moaned as Jim's tongue worked his pussyhole....then sucked his balls into his mouth. When he had Mikey squirmin' and wigglin' like a fish in a rowboat all over the table, Jimmy rose up, and took his neph's cock deep to his throat in one 'Sshlwwumpp' and jerked the boy off inside his throat hole. He worked those muscles, masterfully, squeezing and releasing the boy's cockhead, while short jackin' his head back and forth, and when Mikey shot off his morning load, he was bouncing up and down out of control, under Jim's glucking, spit-slop dripping mouth. The rattling table announced the onset of Mikey's powerful cum, while his airborne heels pounded into Jimmy's back over and over. At first his fists beat the table top, and then as if in sexual transition, he grabbed the back of Unca Jimmy's head and humped his hard young prong over and over deep into his uncle's throat.
There was a "Swweeluck" as Jim opened his lips, which had been guppy creeping into Mikey's hairless cockroot, and released the boy's cock head. Then those man's lips again closed over teen pole, and joined his tongue in swicking off the boy's prick of any remaining joyjelly and spittle.
Mikey hadn't had his mind since the first electric jolt signaling his impending boyoff. As Jim stood, and lifted Mikey's waist off the table and flopped it down again, with a double pitty-pat to his belly. Mikey rag-dolled flat and his head lay off to the side with drooling from the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved, and there was a long sigh. As Jim moved back away from the end of the table, Mike's feet slid off his shoulders and he instinctively grabbed them as they dropped down in front of him....Mikey's last movement before he went quiet into dreamland again, was the curling of his toes...their splaying out, straightening....and boy quiet. Jimmy lifted the sleeping kid's feet to his mouth and kissed his toes, before pulling the boy up to his chest and putting him to the couch for a last few minutes snoozer before his shower.
Jim went to the kitchen to start breakfast coffee.
At school back at Oden, while Jamie was taking care of the b-balls, he heard the thunder of boy herd feet stomping to the locker room as gym class ended with the coach's final whistle. Coach passed through the supply room with pat on Jame's butt as he went through to his office, and then coming in the other door were Ryan, Chris and Andy. High fives all around, "Whussup wit'chu man?" cried Chris.
Jame smiled weakly, and said he got the job of 'sistant team manager now, and doesn't need to take gym, get's trips to the games and all. That didn't explain why he had no time to call his pals.
"You know we been trying to call, and Trev and Connor...even Connor's big brother....how'dju know him? We all....been trying to reach you, dude," said Ryan, somewhat hurt and confused.
"Sorry guys...I jus' been gettin' straighted away wit' all 'dis, and just never had no times afta school 'cept fer eating, homework and sleepin'. But we kin hangout again...fer sur, an'time, now...'kay?"
"Awright!" They all chimed in. They sorta 'needed' Jamie, who was their fun time coordinator, leader and all 'round devious fucker. Thankfully, they hadn't seen him with his feet to the wall, his ass in the air and Pete's cock polin' him to glory, moments ago.
Soon after the last shower was turned off in the locker room, and things quieted as Jamie's mates made their way to classes, he grabbed his pack, and was himself taking off through the locker room to class. As he got to the door, it burst open, and an arm came across his neck and chest, closed tightly around him and dragged him backward into the locker room proper again, where he was lifted up on one of the benches. Coughing and grabbing his neck as he was released, Jamie sadly saw he was in the presence of Taylor...the senior who had shaved him t'other day.
As other seniors were moving past them, Tay said, "Drop 'em faggot, and lessee's if you got any cock fuzz." Jamie quickly opened his shorts dropping 'em and his brand new Mikey boxers. Taylor nodded approval, doubled Jamie over with a finger snap to the kid's cockhead, and then whisked him 'round to check his tail, pushing him over at the waist. "Spread 'em cheeks, cuntboy."
Jame pulled his butt wide with both hands, his shorts and boxers at his ankles while he stood, now in front of 8 or 9 other guys, including the crew he'd been having to pay in the 2d floor boys room, and serve on the team bus 'n all. Jame's l'il butt looked clean of stubble, but Taylor thought he caught the scent of cum, but then he got distracted. Taylor smacked Jamie's butt hard, and then turned him to a couple of the others who wound up and waled him, too. Spinning him around front again, Taylor said, "Nice, boy....nice. Good job. I don't got no time fer you tuhday boy, but I don't want you feeling bad that I ain't had times to feed yuh, hear? We'll have plenty times fer that, eh?" he said, to a rapid nod from Jamie. Tay grinned wickedly as he gripped Jamie's balls tight....tighter, and the kid just sank to his haunches with tears filling his eyes.
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