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. Chapter 2. MIKEY, STEPDAD, UNCA JIMMY, AND TOM
Pulling down the covers, he eased Mike down onto the bed. As the boy lay to his pillow, and Ed reached for the covers, Mike looked into Ed's eyes. Since Mike's mom had married Ed, Mike always called him by his name. He raised his foot to hold the covers down, and raised both knees. He reached up with both arms, pulling his stepfather down, "Daddy, oh, Daddy......please....." Ed was hard! Mike was hard! Mike raised up his legs and his feet lay on Ed's shoulders. Ed's knee bent to his bed, he gripped his mantool.........
Chapter 2. Mikey, Stepdad, Unca Jimmy, and Tom
....and Mikey's arms raised to Ed's neck and pulled his stepdad to him. Ed's thighs meshed with Mike's, and his big, hard cock lay over Mike's balls. The kid's dick was hard, tight against his belly. Ed leaned in, and down, and licked it. Mike spasmed, and jerked up, eyes big as saucers. He looked into Ed's eyes, and tears filled his eyes as he pleaded, "Daddy, oh daddy......fuck meee!"
Ed's eyes welled up, too, from the sheer joy he was getting...and giving to his 'newly found' son. Mike's hand took Ed's cock and pushed it back toward his boyhole. It was Ed's turn to spasm, now. His heart was racing, and racing faster. He could feel it pound in his ears. He gripped his manprong, and slid all the way home to Mikey's squealing glee!
As Mike kicked his feet from the inner somersaults he took, Ed grabbed them at the ankles, and rubbed their both bottoms, toes to his cheeks, then ran them right up his face and head, and the boy locked them behind his 'new' dad's neck, pulling Ed down closer to him.
Ed slid all the way out to his cock helmet's ridge.....then held. He smiled at his boy, who smiled back in a beautiful golden glow.
With a steady, "Sklkkkkk," Ed slid all the way home again, while Mikey, gave a huge sigh as the wind was literally fucked out of him. Ed continued on down to lock tongues and lips with Mike. He sucked hard on Mike's tongue, and Mike tightened his pussy around Ed. God, did Ed love that! Two hours ago, Mikey didn't even know from sex....and now he was cockhound.
Ed started to butt-flex short strokes into his pussyboy, while he lay chest to chest with Mike. Soon, his heat took him, and gripped his mind, his soul, his cock! Oh, he pulled up with Mike's feet still tight behind his neck. The sweat was building, dripping and puddling in Mikey's belly button, dripping off the boy's sides to the sheet.
As Ed fired into a frenzied fuck of his young boy man, Mike started to grunt, and grunt and moan and grunt in rapid-fire, " Uh, uh, un, uh, nnn, ugh, D-ad, o-uh-oh, fu-uh-uck-in, uh, Da-uh-dee-eee."
Ed was out of his mind now, sweat pouring, body surging, butt pummeling that boy into new glories never known before. 'Emmck, eerk, eerk, eerk', sounded the bed. As he raised Mikey's legs and butt higher, his feet pushed hard against the foot board, and for the next several moments, Ed bounce-fucked Mikey to new heights off that bed, and into the fuckin' headboard. Ed glared into Mikey's face, and sneered, "Fuck you! Fuck you, you little bastard!
"Ahhhhhhhh, nnnnnnnnnghh, feelsogood, oh, Daddy....." Ed watched as Mikey's spooge shot right into his nose, and he choked and gagged. That gave Ed that extra little butt squeezing he needed to throw him into his wildest mancum in 10 years.
"Aiiiiiihhhhhhhh, huhhh, ohmyboy, ohmifuck, uh, huh," Ed joyed, as his cum shot up Mikey's poop chute. He just pulsed and pulsed, and cummed and cummed.....and cummed. He gave his boy a big daddy kind of smile, and palm smacked Mikey's belly, making the boy bounce again. Then he saw a frown creep over Mike's face, and he turned his head to the side away from Ed. Ed reached down, and pulled his chin back so he could look at him face on. Tears were streaming down Mike's cheeks. 'Comeon, boy, we just had a greatest fuck. Daddy loved you, son. Don't cry on me."
"Daddy......those things you screamed at me....you hate me?"
"Oh no, baby," he said, as he finger wiped the eyes and tears of that pretty kid. "That's man lovin' boy. Means "I fuck you', boy. And that's Daddy's love cry for you, get it?" he continued, as he made a fake right hook to Mike's jaw.
Slowly, a big smile crept over Mike's face, and he pulled Ed to him, for a kiss. This day brought also the first ever kisses between stepdad and son. As Ed lay lightly, for long moments, he realized Mike was breathing long, smooth breaths....he was sound asleep. Gently, Ed slid out of his boy, and sitting back on his heels he reached down to collect the ooze from Mike's boycunt. He licked a little off his fingers, then rubbed and massaged the rest all over Mike's balls, cockhair, and dick. Then with a final squeeze to Mike's cock, he stepped off the bed, covered Mike, and padded into the shower.
That night Mike's mother was beside herself with how her son and husband were getting along; like they'd never done before. Stepdad and son caught each others' eyes and smiles all though dinner like little lovebirds.
After dinner, a little TV, newspaper for Ed, and the evening wore on. Mike's mom came in to say good night to them, at about 10:30, and Ed told her the ball game would be over soon, and he'd be up soon, too.
"Mikey, tomorrow I have my custody visit with my Jamie, and we'll be staying there in Oden all day....depends on what Jamie wants to do."
Ed's birth son, Jamie was 14, and Ed saw him every weekend, alternating between both their houses.
This never mattered before to Mike, who accepted but didn't join in with Jamie much. And when Ed spent the day at Oden, Mike sometimes didn't even notice. Tonight, something was different. Mike first had a shocked look on his face, then a bit of pout. He sunk into the chair and stared into the TV....not seeing anything.
Ed said, "Look, buddy, I love Jamie...and I love you. I owe him a Dad, son. Understand?" Mike didn't even look up. There was a little shuffling and rustling over where Ed was sitting in the big easy chair. Ed said, again, "Understand, son?"
When Mike looked up, he got the biggest fuckboy grin on that 15 year old puss. Ed was sitting there with his pants and shorts at his feet, legs spread, and his big 7" mantool standing up, held at the root, by his circled finger and thumb.....wigglin'.
Mike jumped up and started to drop his pants....and Ed put his finger to his lips for quiet, and made the twisting motion for him to lock the door. Holding his pants up with one hand, Mike duckwalked to the door, and then back, letting his pants drop to his feet. He kicked 'em off, and barefoot since this afternoon, moved toward Ed's chair. Ed leaned forward, and took the boy's T-shirt off over his head, and said, "Climb up my little man, and take a ride."
Mike grinned the cutest boy grin, ear-to-ear, and stepped onto the seat cushion, first one foot, then the other, holding onto both Ed's hands. Half in a squat, Ed cradled the boybutt, and pulled on the boy's hand to guide him down. Down and down and hover and touch and open and push and sit harder, and throuuuuuuugh, and dowwwwwwwwn. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," they both sighed, exhaling, with Mike's being more a gasp then sigh, but mostly pleasurable,
Ed and Mike kissed, and Ed pulled back and said, "So, you're giving me a goin' away fuck, boy?"
Mike nodded vigorously, up and down several times, smiling, bouncing on his Dad's cock. "Can I say, "'Fuck you!, boy?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" and Mike was already bobbing on his dad's boypleaser. Mike started to really bound up and down like a bronco buster. His head was flopping around like a bobble-head doll. His tongue hung out. A string of spit-drool hung down and down reaching for the boy's own cock, which his dad was pumping for him now.
Ed now took Mike's hands and pushed back, and back, and the boy was going over backward, head toward the floor, bending Ed's rooted tool. Ed now slid forward, and as Mike's head and shoulders bottomed, the boy's feet simply came right up mechanically, and after gripping Mike's ankles tightly, he rough-licked the bottoms of both feet. Mike's feet automatically curved...his toes curled, and Ed leaned into his stepboy with renewed power, really fucked the breath of the young cuntboy.
Ed was amazed as he looked down in frenetic rut, and saw his stepson show him a smiling swoon. Mikey went all gooey, as he tightened his butt muscles on that daddycock.
Ed leaned back, and put one muscled boy leg over the other, and keeping him balled to root, he turned his boy onto his stomach....yanked him back into his crotch by his slender hips, knocking the wind right out of Mike, "Ughhchhphh."
Then, like he just started, Ed leaned into his boy, and ravaged his ass like he hadn't been fucked all day. This third daddyfuck of the day, was by far the most lust-driven, raging manpoling the boy had taken, including the ones he took from Uncle Jimmy and his neighbor, Tom, earlier that afternoon... ....and he fuckin' loved it!
They both cummed as their voices reached hushed, closed mouth crescendo. Ed fucked so hard, and squeezed his load off with such power, he had stress-tears in his eyes. Mike had tears streaming down his cheeks from utter boyfuck joy, and the new love he felt for his stepfather.
As the glow wore off, Ed rubbed his son's belly and massaged his chest. Shaking his head clear, he reached behind him for their clothes, plopped then into their still-connected crotches. He rose, still rooted in Mike, pulling the boy up to kiss him and Mike lay his head into Ed's neck and shoulder. Ed unlocked the door, and still flexing his semi-hard rod inside Mike's ass, he walked Mike to his room, and as he laid him down, his prick finally slid from the boy. Looking up, Mike, reached for his stepdad's cock and wrung the last of his the dogwater and buttslime into his hand. As he looked into his dad's face, he licked it off his hand.
In renewing lust, his cock pumping full again, Ed turned and left, his heart pounding. God, he wanted to fuck his boy....again. How he wanted to take him again. Sighing he entered his bedroom, where his wife was sound asleep.
Next morning, Ed was off to spend time with his son, Jamie, and Mike rolled out around 10:30, and after a breakfast toast snatch, hit the drive with his basketball. Before he even worked up a sweat, his neighbor, Tom showed up. Mike passed him the ball, and they began a little pick-up, one-on-one. After a few minutes, Tom waved to his wife, who was backing out the drive on her way to do a little shopping. As she drove from sight, Tom took the ball, and with it under his arm, he moved up to Mikey. There was no mistaking that look. Even Mike, with his grand total of 19 hours of personal sexual experience, knew what he was seeing in Tom's face. As Tom came up him, he leaned into the boy's face, an arm around his shoulder. The ball dropped from under his other arm, and rolled away. Tom put a finger to Mikey's lower lip. Mike's head leaned back as he looked into Tom's eyes. The finger slipped into his mouth. As his tongue wrapped around it, Tom started to walk Mikey toward his backyard. Another, and another finger and Mike was in a trance. Soon MIke was on his butt behind Tom's privacy hedge with Tom's mantool deep in his mouth....Tom pulled Mikey's head back and forth over his mancock with both hands. "Um, umm, unnnnn, suck me you little fuck, suck it."
Mike had the same frown he got from the tough language he got with Ed the night before. But then, relaxed remembering Ed said, it just man love, and resumed the feverish man suck he was giving. Tom came hard then, and held the boys face into his pubes till he was drained.
"Ohh. God, boy! You've got a beautiful fuck mouth. I gotta have that a lot son. Let's see to it," he said, as he helped Mike up with a helping hand. As he gave Mike a light spank, he walked the boy into the house, and right into a little used, back room they used as a guest room.
With little prelim, Tom said, "Get you naked, kid."
Mike was little surprised at the rougher tone Tom had, compared to yesterday, and not nearly kindly like Ed had been.
Tom was naked in a flash, and as Mike stuck his finger inside his sock elastic, Tom just pushed him backward on the bed on his butt. As the boys legs bounced up, Tom grabbed Mike by both socks and whipped them both off, with kid's feet hitting the floor. Tom pushed the rest of the kid onto the bed and turned him to his belly. As Tom got on the bed, he kneeled and with his knees wide, sitting back of his heels, he gripped Mikey by his calves, and yanked the kid to his cock....gripped, aimed and then gave a one-handed yank and impaled the kid, who yelped in surprise, and a little pain from the rawness.
It wasn't pretty. He fucked that kid in a wild rage from start to finish. Mike was moaning, crying, grunting, pounding his fists, and kicking his legs in both fear and lust.
After Tom fucked the cum out of both of them, he turned the kid over, and just kept going. He rose up and pounded down into Mike with renewed strength and power. He was stretched out, into a slanted pushup fuck of Mike's asshole.
"Uh uh uh uh uh, ungh unnnn, oh fuck me, fuckme, fuck meeeeeeeee!!" Mike pleaded. Ravaged as he was, the little cockhound needed this bad. Mancock....was all he needed!
Tom flopped down on the bed, and fell asleep, next to Mike. True to his unraveling nature, Mike turned around, and crawled into Tom's pubes and licked his prick of his own butt juice. Then, he looked longingly down at his neighbor's naked boy...his cock....picked up his clothes, and while pulling them on, slipped from the doorway, and made his way outside, and back over to his own house, and his basketball.
Practicing his foul shots, he was lost in concentration as the car pulled up. He didn't realize his stepdad had come back till the door slammed.
Mike jumped with start, breaking his concentration, and looked out, squinting from the sun, and then gave a weak smile when he saw Ed's son, Jamie, was with him. The boys liked each other, as maybe distant not oft-seen cousins. When together they were sort of, parallel, not buddy on.
Jamie wore a dark-haired crew cut, sweet looking kid. Good tone, firm, fourteen. Could handle himself in all sports equally. Mike power-passed the ball to him, and Jamie, snagged it one-handed, on the run, dribbled up to Mike in 2 steps, whirled and laid it up, high fivin' himself as he landed with a big shit-eating grin at Mike. Ed, joined the boys in a shoot around, till Ed said, "Mike, Jamie wants to spend the day and the overnight here, since there was nothin' doing special over in Oden, today. How's that?"
Mike nodded, and shrugged, "Okay wit me, Ed,"
Wphoo! Ed picked that up. Last night Mikey was screaming Daddy! now he's just Ed. But Ed had a plan.
"Let's set up the tent, guys, and we'll eat and sleep out tonight, make a fire...portable TV, and stuff....whatta you say?" Ed asked.
Ed was shocked. Both kids lit up, looked at each other, and slapped hands. They had never, ever, done that.
Was that afternoon fast. The tent, the grill, lantern, sleeping bags, TV on with all the Saturday sports. They were truly having a great boys' day. They wore their asses out with whiffle ball, basketball, and even threw the football around. The kids were a sweaty, smelly mess by early evening, and Mike said he was taking a shower, and walked toward the house. Jamie looked to his dad, questioning, and pointing to himself, meaning, could he take a shower, too. "Go on, son...if you want."
Jamie ran and caught up to Mike, "Okay if I get a shower, too, Mike."
"Sure, Jame, comeon," he said as they went through the door.
As they got to the bathroom, Jamie sort of held back waiting for Mike to strip and take his shower. Mike dropping his boxers, said, "It's okay, bud," waving him in the doorway. If you want, we can do like lockerroom and both shower at the same time.
Jamie said, "Yeh, fine, I'll join you then."
"Sure," Mikey said, as he turned on the water and stepped in. Seconds later Jamie's golden tan body slipped in behind Mike. Mike was using the soap and Jamie waited. Over his shoulder he handed Jamie the soap and said, "Do my back, bud?"
Jamie did, and as Mike turned to rinse, Jamie moved under the spray soaping himself, and handing the soap over his shoulder. Without asking, Mike washed Jamie's back.
As Jamie turned facing Mike, he couldn't miss Mike's cock snapped hard against his belly. Kids of fourteen are pretty worldly, and Mike's rod was an alarm bell. Jamie'e eyes went from Mike's dick, up to his eyes, s-l-o-w-l-y. Their eyes met. Jamie's brow had a slight questioning furrow, which turned into a wide, then wider smile, as he saw Mike turned crimson from his face down his neck.....and he even thought he saw Mike's eyes well up. He wasn't sure because of water still dripping from his hair. Jamie came right up into Mike's face, and eyed him up, thisclose. Mike sniffled, and wiped his nose and eyes with the back of his hand. Jamie had taken his other hand, and then grinning broadly again, he put Mike's hand to his dick, and fitted Mike's fingers completely around the now bulking boy rod.
Without saying a word, still keeping the coaxing smile, he nodded at Mikey, and looked down, and nodded 3 quick times, again. With the slightest tug on Mike's arm, he started to lean over. Jamie put his other hand on the boy's neck and pressed Mike right down to his knees. Jamie didn't play around anymore, and just pressed his hardened meat to Mike's slowly opening lips. In he went. This apparently was not new to Jamie. He didn't react wildly to the first touch of boy tongue to boy cock. No knee buckling...no Ooohs... no Ahhhs....just face hump fuckin' is all.
Then he surprised Mike, and pulled his dick from the kid's mouth. He got down on his knee, facing Mike, almost nose to nose. "You fuck, kid?"
Mike was stunned at the sound of those words. Jamie grabbed his shoulders with both hands, shook him, nothin'. Then shaking him again, he asked louder, "I asked you sunthin', kid. You fuck?"
Jamie pulled Mike's knees forward and made him stretch his legs out, with Mike now sitting in the base and back of the tub. Jamie grabbed his legs, threw them over his shoulder and with power pud, steeled, he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth, and slid his cock right up Mikey's shithole to his balls. Realizing how easily he slid home, he looked down into Mike's tearing face, telling the shamed boy, "You fuck all right, cocksucker. It feels like all you do is fuck. You're gonna like being Jamie's older brother fuck and suck slave. Yeaaaa-aaah. Fuck and suck slave. Let' s plan on us fuckin' your balls off tonight, and we'll have you come over to my house next weekend. Boy what a time I'm gonna have planned for you. Now dickwad, I'm gonna pump you right till the second I shoot, then I'm yanking it into your cocksucking mouth...and goddam it you better make it feel like your pussy.....got it? I wanna fuckin' scream from how good it feels, fucker, scream."
Mike quickly, vigorously, fearfully, nodded that he 'got it', and started meeting Jamie's pumping prick with his own humping lustfilled boypussy. Man did Jamie ever pick up on that.
"Go, you slut motherfucker, finish yourself off. Slide that twat over my boyrod. Happy me boy! Happy me, goddam you!" Mike was choking on his own spit from working himself so hard, and sucking breaths in so feverishly.
"Ahhhhohhhlllleeee! You fucker....get that cuntmouth ready........" Jamie leaned in, yanking his cock back and then slid right over Mike's chest to his face, and shoved a shooting 6 inch boytool into his 'almost' stepbrother's mouth. "Fuckin' twat! You missed a shot....but I scooped it up with my finger, pussylips," Jamie gleefully reported, as he fed the goop right into Mike's mouth along side his still pulsing kidcock.
Jamie slammed his palm down on Mike's belly, a lot like Ed had slammed him last night, pounding the air out him. "You are one good fuck, kid. One good fuck!!! he yelled, as he slammed his chest this time. "I figure you'll serve me all night tonight and tomorrow morning pussy. Let's wash off, get dry, and let's see what I want you to wear the rest of the night. We'll check your room. Well, we'll be sleeping in the tent tonight. But from now on, custody visits here, your room is mine....your bed is mine.....your clothes are mine. Hurry up, I want to see if you got any clothes I like so I can pack 'em for my trip home in the morning. By the way...those sneaks out there on the floor? They're mine."
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