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 21
Raising him above the toilet, they plunged his feet down in the piss-water....dunking his feet over and over, up and down, splashing the toilet water all over the place as they plowed his feet into it. They almost dropped him they were laughing so hard....and the look on Jamie's face..... priceless. Then they took him out of there, sat him in the urinal...and flushed it. In stitches, the six boys slapped hands, half of them missing each other for their convulsing hysterics, and hit the door for class.
Jamie watched the flushed and refill water pouring over his cock and bubbling up between his thighs to the floor from his seat in the urinal. The door slammed shut. He was alone...pissed at, fucked in, cummed over, jacked on, and flushed....and it wasn't even 8 AM! He still had Pete and gym to look ahead to, and Brady and god knows what, tomorrow...alllll night! And in between, he still had another date with these fuckers in the morning...right fuckin' here!!!! At least they didn't flush his clothes and steal his sneakers....this time. As he dried himself with paper towels, and started to pull his clothes on, he thought, "Why bother pay them the whole $5, plus the $2 he was short, tomorrow? They're still gonna wale his tail and fuck his brains out..yehhhhh....he'll bring just bring a few dollars like today." Hmmmmm.
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 21
After passing up 'breakfast' with Tom that morning, Mikey had a routine day at Willow. JV b-ball in the afternoon was uneventful, and the coach was working some new plays around Mikey's deft ball handling so their opponents couldn't defend against him since his reputation had been spreading.
Mike had done very well to date stalling around in the gym, taking extra free-throw practice and stuff, so that when he hit the showers he'd be last, and with the towel around him, he could cover his 'hairless' state. Anyways, that was his routine, and today was no different....no different that is, except for Graig, who bopped into the shower after Mikey was soaped and rinsed.
Seems that Graig had been in to see the coach while Mikey was out in the gym putting in his 'extra' practice.
In his innocence, Mikey took his last turn under the rinsing spray, and bared his hairless pubes to a gawking Graig, who stopped short in the center of the tiled floor. "'Sup wit'chu, dude? You some kin'a queer?"
Mikey's heart almost stopped....well, it was actually beating a mile a minute as his face flushed, and his hands moved instinctively to cover his groin. Graig was not to be denied, bold young fucker that he was. He stalked right over to Mikey's stall and grabbed his hands away...."Wheeoooo! You really done it. You shaved! Shaved yer cockhairs! Hey GUYS!" he hollered out to the lockers...."Check'iss out!!"
Mikey was dyin'. He turned to the wall, but Graig wrapped his arms around him, and spun him around just as the other kids crowded into the shower room entrance.
Another of the bolder kids, Terry, parted the others and stepped forward saying, "Bring the little fag over here Graig."
Stutter-steppin' across the wet floor, Graig pushed Mikey, kicking behind his legs to advance him, with the boy's arms locked behind him and his dick swingin' in the breeze drawing even more attention to his 'special' state.
The kids all liked Mikey, and didn't have a mind to make trouble for him, but who knows where kid cruels are gonna take 'em at a given moment. "So tell, Mike. Why'dju do it, man?" one of the others called out.
For some stupid reason, Mike never worked out a response if he got caught...which was inevitable. He just stood there trying to answer, and with quivering lips, trembling there naked and sopping wet in front his completely dressed teammates....nothin' came out. His status based on his sheer ability drew respect, and he drew on it right then....forcefully yanking himself free of Graig's hold, with an extra elbow to the kid's belly in the process....and pushed and shoved kids this way and that breaking through to the lockers....as he said, "I felt like it...'at's all! 'Snobody's business!"
The others fell back in together and watched his naked butt disappear into the row of lockers. They all looked at each other, some shrugging, others not pleased about being shoved, and Graig and Terry who were tight, caught each other with determination all over their faces. Terry was the biggest player, and his 'fag' talk wasn't lost on Mikey, who knew there was an unsaid rivalry between the two. Mikey literally robbed Terry of the team leadership with his super playmaking, when normally a kid of Terry's size and talent would be THE stud.
Back at Oden, things were getting more crazy for Jamie. His day went surprisingly well after the toilet flush piss drill he got that morning. The team manager Pete, let him off without even demanding a handjob...nuthin'. Nobody screwed with him between classes or anything. He was home free for the whole day! Pete was busy that afternoon during varsity practice, and Coach told Jame to be on hand to handle manager duties in Pete's absense. "Piece a' cake," Jamie said to himself. He'd get the activities late bus home after cleanup, and have the night to himself....no buggerin' no nuthin'.
The practice went like clockwork....shootaround and play drills...Jamie had the first aid gear, tape and towels on hand and was prepared for any team needs. He and Pete had gotten the practice uniforms all ready for the team and the balls were all double checked, as were the backboards and nets.
Coach whistled the kids to the showers and Jamie went about gathering everything for the laundry or the storage bins. Then his final deal was to collect the practice gear and towels for the wash bin. When he was finished with the general storage, the team would be stripped and in the showers or out getting dressed and stuff, so all he had to do was go from locker row to locker row with the bin and pick up everything. Other than a butt smack here, towel snap there, he made it to the last row, and then someone snagged his waist band and yanked him down to the that last bench. He looked up and laughed when he saw it was Connor's big brother, Baylor. "Hey you, boy," Baylor said with that big wide grin of his. "Does Connor know whut you up to wit' da team, heah?"
"Whut, Bayl?" Jamie asked, stalling, getting sweaty.
"Come on, man. You been ever'body's mouth and ass since that last road game, boy....and guess who you DIDN'T take care of? Annnd, who hasn't even said, BOO! to your buds about your queerass? ME...that's who. But I think you need to be comin' 'cros't fer ol' Baylor....NOW. How's 'bout it?" Baylor said squeezing and easing and squeezing thick fingers on the back of Jame's neck, pushing the boy's head back and forth while he spoke.
Without saying any more, Baylor took Jamie's hand and covered over his meaty black cock with it....closing Jamie's fingers around it. Jamie felt it jerk in his hand. The big foreskin was oozing back right there in his palm as Baylor hardened. "When my big boy down there peeks out boy, le's have you give it a big surprise welcome kiss," said Baylor.
Oh mannnnn. That big prick popped through the foreskin like a black sno-cone, and Baylor shoved Jame's face right down, and yelled, "Kiss it, faggot!"
The other kids, in various stages of dress, stopped with knowing smiles, to watch the action most of them had already had at least once, in some way, with Jame in the last week. Jamie pursed his lips and "Sssmookk!" gave Baylor's slimey cockhead an open mouthed kiss as it breached his foreskin. Then some of the kids watchin' sucked in a breath when that huge black prick disappeared up Jamie's face.
"Gweeeuowlkk! Gukkk! Skwawlk!" Baylor pulled Jamie's gagging mouth off and turned his face up to look into it, got that big toothy grin on him again, "Huh! Uh-huh! Hacgh!" Jamie's breath sucked in. Then his head was turned back, down and over that shiney oozing prick again. With one hand still holding part way around Bay's cock, his head was driven down over and over by both Baylor's hands, and soon the huge naked body bucked up and again and once more and then Jame's face sank even lower into Baylor's pubes. The only things moving were Jamie's cheeks, vacuum suckin' in and his gullet gulpin' and glulppin' as fast as it could sucking out that black boy's wad of ramjam. Not one kid in that aisle moved! The silence was deafening except for the faint muffled glulcking deep down in Jamie's throat.
Then as if every boy there had gotten off himself ( bet there was a couple, too ) there was a huge collective sigh....every sucked-in boy breath released at once, when Jamie's flushed, sweaty, face was pulled up by his matted blond hair. Thin strings of cumspit still hung from his somewhat swollen lips. Baylor broke into another big smile and said, "Goooood boy. You a gooood boy, Jame." Then covering Jamie's hand, still wrapped 'round his cock, Baylor wagged his beer can cock, and said, "Nes' time boy....we all gonna see how good you rides!"
Jame's stunned look was priceless, and he sorta shook his head no...and yes all together, and Baylor stood the boy up, and spanked his ass a resounding shot that sent Jamie out into the main aise, rubbing his tail, looking back open-mouthed at Baylor. He tripped over the wheel of the laundry bin, almost falling into it, drawing a laugh from all the kids. They were all relieved in a funny kinda way that the show was over, and needed to break out. You could hear all the locker room jabber build up again as Jamie made his way through the double doors and out to laundry and storage area.....and quiet again....for Jame.
Several of the players, looked at each other, then at the back of Jamie as he went through doors. A couple smiled....others just looked as if to say. "Whutup?"
Whutta mess. How'd he get himself in such a fix?
Well...he damn well knew...and he even felt the slightest twinge of guilt for having tried to sell Mikey's ass that night of the Oden-Willow game. He was starting to feel sorry for himself. What he did didn't deserve this much abuse...did it?
The strain was getting to him now...it'd been 10 minutes since the kids left him there in the shower...naked...his wrists taped high onto the feeder pipe in the shower...his toes just touching the floor with just a little support....his upper arms and shoulders were burning from his weight. He tried not to sway or fidget to keep the pain to the absolute minimum. Sweat beaded over his entire body...he could feel it even between his toes when he wiggled them.
His eyes were covered by the waist band of his boxers the team had put on his head, then pissed on. He could smell the rancid piss dripping from them down his face and neck....the chills he got when a stream ran all the way down his back or chest....
There was something...he felt a warmth at his back....there was no mistaking now, he felt hot breath at his neck...someone was there with him, behind him....ohhhhh...up against him now.....naked. One of the kids must have stayed behind....to release him a last!! O-r-r-r-r-r, to maybe put him through his paces all private like, here in the boys locker room shower....all alone...just the two of them... ....and with Jamie unable to move....object or avoid it.
Hot rough hands smoothed palms down around his neck, slipping to his collar bone, over to his arms, then all the way up to his wrists and smoothing back down to his armpits again. They now worked their way to his pecs, fingers pinching his nips, and still down his chest and belly. The warmth of the naked flesh to his back felt so soothing, the hands on his trunk made him shiver. As the body pressed to him, he felt a hardness in his crease....the hands caressed his balls, and rolled them over and over. One hand moved to grasp Jamie's rockhard pistol.... squeezed.... released....pumped up and back....
Jamie shuddered....ohhhh it felt so gooooooood. The full body press and caress had eased the tension on his taped wrists, and much of his weight was being held up by the hot flesh behind him.
Out of control as he was, Jamie sought to find out who his benefactor was...."Is it you, Taylor.....sir?" he whined. When there was no answer, he worried he might insult his would be helper if it wasn't Taylor, and then he rattled through names of most of team, and the kids from the 2d floor boysroom deal....to no avail.
In a rough sounding, hoarse whisper hot to his left ear, the 'flesh' spoke, "You really like cock, boy, dontcha? You been doin' all 'em kids, huh?"
Jamie moaned, "Um, uh."
A tongue whisked across his ear and dug in, before the teeth gently chewed his outer ear. "Your dick tells me you need it boy." Yanking Jamie hard three times to him almost like the Heimlich maneuver, Jamie replied nothing but, "Uhhhhuh! Unngh! Cccchhuh!"
A finger into Jamie's mouth, the whisper said, "Slick me boy."
Jamie slobbered the finger....it was a thick finger....real salty.
Out of his mouth, his back was pushed forward, arching his belly out, and the finger, and another, found Jamie's slot....sinking forcefully, painfully, through the outer ring of sucking ass flesh. "Eeroowwwww!" Jame yowled, and his knees jerked up reflexively. Around and around those masterful fingers worked their magic. Jamie was feeling like he was going 'round and 'round on those fabulous digits, his mind spinning 'round with the fingers, as he hung almost weightlessly from that pipe.
"Ummmmm....you do need it boy.... give you what you need....the finger was gone....its loss was such void to Jamie....then, ohhh then....the incessant pressure....the tearing pain...."Ohhhhhhh....omigoddd!! Pl ease....puhleeese..... it....it.. ...ummmmm," Jamie at first pleaded then moaned softly, as a very big cock sought his very core.
The 'flesh' pushed forward, pulled back, again, again, and soon moist boy pussy greased its invader and it commenced its inevitable joyful ride.
Jamie's middle was squeezed so tight to the 'fleshy heat' and he was butt pummeled like never before. Hot mouth and lips sucked to his upper neck, under his ear, a hard tongue sandpapered the skin there. "Shmororccph Smorph!" the 'flesh's nose snorfed like an animal of the wild trying to draw breath while pressed hard into Jamie's neck.
"Elllmmurrnnnnghh! Uh! Uh! Ungh! Huh," the 'flesh' whined, moaned heaved and rammed hard and deep again and again into Jamie's magic asshole.
The snorfing continued, but slowed and quieted, and that monster felt like a pylon in Jamie's bung. It seemed to have expanded to twice the size that entered him. The pressure around Jame's middle eased. Quiet. He shivered from the sudden chill he got as the body moved away from his back, and ohhhh, the cock slid from his hole. But in no time, he was filled again, fingers maybe, and again he was kept from falling to nearly full weight on his stretched ams and taped wrists.
"Aghhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Pleeeeeeeze!" Jamie squealed as a hand engulfed his steely prick and molded its palm to its 6 inch length. You'd swear the phantom jacker was drooling out the corners of his mouth as he jerked off the young boy hanging there, bouncing on two big fingers, and yanking himself left and right almost a whole 180 degrees as he came off there in the air, literally screaming his ecstasy as his first shot hit the wall and the subsequent spurts sprayed everywhere around the shower as the boy jerked and rotated wildly on his beater's fingers!
"Arrrrrrrrrrr! Uh! Ungh! Huhhhhhhh!" the boy slowly came down, his head slumped to his chest, and his chest heaved with his full weight on those fingers. His benefactor wrapped his other arm around Jamie's legs as he pulled his fingers out of Jamie's ass and inserted them in Jamie's mouth. Jame was ravenous in return no doubt for what cum joy he still felt at the hand of this person. He sucked the fingers, tasted his own buttslime and his plugger's juice. "Mmmmm-mmm," he finished his chore.
The whisper again said, "Calm boy, calm....you want me to release you, do you?"
Jamie nodded his soggy boxered head wildly.
He heard and felt the sticky duct tape being pulled apart from his right wrist while he was held up at the waist from letting his full weight tug at it. He was so relieved when he was lowered to the tile floor and his feet touched fully for the first time in over a half hour.
His wrist wasn't freed though....Jamie's heart jumped...he was being fastened again...to something else...lower on the wall. The shower water was turned on, and Jamie was alone, but wasn't sure. His whispering, fingering, fuck-jacker....was gone?
"Sir?" he cried out weakly. "SIR?" again, much louder over the roar of the shower.
He was tied under a frigid shower and was starting to panic, turning all around left, then right, as if he could see anything with his boxers still over his eyes. But in short order he realized that his right wrist was only loosely taped to whatever it was, and he worked it free....whipped off his boxers and turned all around looking for whoever had taken his ass and taken him off....no one. He worked the rest of the tape off the other wrist....and skittishly ran out of the slippy wet shower and looked up the aisle and to each side....he was excited! He saw wet footprints going up the aisle...followed them with his eyes...and then went crestfallen.....they disappeared. He ran up the aisle....he stopped near where the prints dried away, and then he moved off up to the aisle that led to Coach's office. The door was closed. Hmmmmm. He continued up the aisle, looking into each locker row all the way to the door out. No one. Whoever it was had to be dressing 'cause he was naked with Jamie in the shower. Back again toward his own locker...he stopped again at the aisle to the Coach's...."Wow!" he thought, "could it be? Coach! Nahhh, can't be."
In a fleeting moment he thought maybe it was Baylor again....prob'ly from the mere size of the cock that just seeded his hole, but he discounted that....so certain that all the kids had long left....but then....who....????
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