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 3. "....I'm not allowed to cum."
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."
Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy and Tom. Chapter 3. "...I'm not allowed to cum."
Jamie, slipped his pud from Mikey's mouth as he stood up in the shower, and turned the water back on to wash his Mikey-butt-slimed cock. He turned to look down at Mike's splayed body, cum drooze seeping out the corner of his mouth, his eyes clenched against the spray. Jamie soaped his cock, and then turned into the water to rinse.
When he turned back, he smiled, proud of himself at how fast he took Mike down. Looking down at him again, he called out, "Hey, Mike!"
Hearing his name, instead of being cussed at, Mike came alert, and opened his eyes, raising his head......'Splattta-s-s-a-shhhhhhss!'......Jamie pissed into his new slave's mouth and face, and the final 3 spurts ebbed, shooting out onto his chest, belly, and pubes. Jamie said, "You sorry, fuck. Laying down there after a shower, fuckin' oozing from your cunt, and drooling from your suckhole.... you gotta learn how to get clean, faggot"
"While your cockhairs are nice and moist, boytwat, you might think about getting some shaving cream.....and a razor. I'll leave that up to you, cunt. But next week, when you do your striptease for me right after you get to my house, there better not be any more pubes on you; or hair on your balls; your cock; or your twat, or for that matter, any-fuckin'-where else, neither," Jamie strongly hinted.
Jamie turned off the water, and put his toes on Mike's nuts, and squeezed down. Slowly, Mike whined into an ever-increasing higher pitch, then Jamie stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel, holding it out toward Mike, still in the bottom of the tub. Mike was crying. Everything was catching up with him now. These last 15 minutes were the fastest, and worst of his life. He sucked a younger kid's cock, got fucked by him, swallowed his cum and piss, was made a slave, and now has to shave his body. The more the shame of it all ran cross his mind's eye, the deeper the sobbing.
Jamie, impatient, shook the towel at him, "You fuckin' bastard. If you don't get the fuck out here on your knees, and dry me off, ahmina beat the livin' shit outta yer fag ass. Goddam you, haul ass, motherfucker!"
Mike slipped, and slid, and slowly got himself up to his knees. He thought he was really hustling, but his mind was so muddled, no orders were registering, and he was really only moving at a snail's pace. Jamie was incensed at Mike's seeming defiance, and after whapping Mike's face with the towel as he got out of the tub, and as soon as Mike was on his knees at Jamie's feet, he gave him a roundhouse face slap, that knocked his head sideways into the tub door.
Finally, Mike was drying his master, and then Jamie told him to blow dry his short, wavy brown hair, and then said, "Blow dry my pubes, cunt."
Mike bent down to use the use the dryer on Jamie's cockhair, and then Jamie cuffed the back of his head saying, "No, you dumbfuck! Mouth blow my hairs. Get the fuck down there," Jamie shoved him again to his knees to mouth blow his cockhairs. "Lift my cock, up faggot, and blow air on my balls then crawl under on your back and blow out my crotch an' butt....and pull my cheeks open, too. You are one fuckin' piece a work. It better not take this long to get you trained for everthin' else."
"Pick up all our clothes, punk, and let's check out your room. Excuse me, what'sa matta wit me? That's, 'let's check out my room', eh, dickwad?" Jamie said, as he smacked Mike's head sending him stumbling out into the hallway, dropping half the clothes and towels he'd picked up. Once he'd gotten everything picked up again, he took off half-crouched, running naked down into his room. Jamie leisurely strolled in his wake, and when he got to the room, he said, "Boy, you are one bashful slut for someone who puts out at the sight of a cock. Well, in your big hurry not to be seen naked, in your own hallway, you left my old and my new, sneakers in the bathroom. Get down there and get 'em.
Mike took off, and came back in seconds.
In just that short time, every drawer in Mike's dresser was dumped on the floor. Jamie was already spreading the clothes out with his feet. Then he turned to the closet. "Get over here, asswipe, and show me everything in here, one at a time. Most jackets, pants and polos and stuff, that was in there was generally boring to Jamie. He yanked most hangers out of Mike's hand to the floor in a rumpled heap. Some 501's, and Dockers, a Boss windbreaker, and a Polo jersey, Jamie laid on the chair.
"Hmmm. Jamie gonna be look-in' sharp, boy!"
"Now, get the shit out from the floor in there...everything." There was a sharp 3 color Nike sports duffle, bats, balls, glove, spikes, football, laundry bag....
Jamie looked at the duffle. "Very nice, fuckball. Jamie likes. Okay, fold that stuff on the chair, nicely, and put it in the duffle for me. Hangers, too. Leave the Boss jacket out, I'll wear that tomorrow." Then while Mike did as ordered, Jamie moved back to the pile of underwear, T-shirts, polos, shorts, cargoes and socks from the drawers. He kicked stuff around till he found something he liked and then kicked that away, separate. 3 Nike T's, 2 cargo shorts, a Hilfiger polo...."Here fuckface, pack these." Mike obediently, did as he was told.
"Hey, dicklick...I don't see any brand new underwear or socks....where you got 'em?"
Mike went back over to the closet and there were two plastic packages of boxers, and a 6-pak of quarter high crews, on the top shelf. He held them out for Jamie to see.
"Holding out on master, 'zat right, prick?"
Mike feverishly shook his head, "No, sir, I didn't...I just forgot."
"Fuck-in' dirthole! I tell you: 'Empty the closet'...you don't. That's not forgetting! Dat's fuckin' up, cuntwad!" With that he stepped up to Mike, who put up his arm to avoid a smack, and Jamie grabbed his nuts, instead, and squeezed till Mikey slumped to the floor in a shocked pain, his hands gripping Jamie's, trying to scream....nothing came out...tears poured down his cheeks. "Get the fuck up and put these in my new duffle, dirthole," Jamie said, firing all three packages into Mike's head, buried in his arms, as he lay crumpled on the floor in front of the closet, in the fetal position.
Jamie now started to really tour the room. He dumped desk drawers, looked under the bed. He stood up with a wash rag, partly stuck to itself, from under the bed, smiling. "Hey, fuckboy! This your cum rag?"
Mike welled up, and turned red.
"Comere, dirthole," Jamie ordered him. Just as Mike got to him, Jamie stuffed the rag in his mouth..."Keep it in there, pussy. When you show it to me again, I want it soaked with your spit and gooey sogged up cum." As Mike started chewin' like crazy, Jamie snickered. "And another thing slutboy, you don't cum anymore without permission from your master. See my dad for my number to call and beg me, whenever you want. You won't get my approval many times, but you can try, and I'll want to hear you beg me cocksucker."
Jamie turned the boy around and threw him backward onto his bed. Now he turned just to look around from the center of the room to see if there was anything else he 'needed'.
"Oh, next week, when you come to my house, bring your PS2 Playstation....all the games, too." On the floor, next to the desk, was a non-label backpack; good-looking, just a no-name. He held it up and said, "This ain't nuthin' special but I need it.....'cause it's yours..... and, I want to carry your, my, new sneaks home in it," he said dumping out Mike's books and other school junk. "And, oh, don't get any new duffle, or backpack. From now on you carry your gym gear, books and any other fuckin' twaddle you carry, in a crumpled, paper bag, like all the other nerdy faggots in your school.
God. It was one-half hour since Mike's life ended, and became........this. He was in disbelief. He covered his face with his hands, wailing uncontrollably, lying naked on the bed.
Jamie stuffed Mikey's sneaks in the backpack, and put it next to the duffle. He called Mike to his feet to dress him in the clothes he came in. Before putting each thing on Jamie, Mike had to kiss it....toes, feet, legs, cock, tits, and Jamie was dressed. "Now you dress in your old gym shorts, no boxers. Stay barefoot. No shirt. See you outside asswipe, and take these bags and put them in the back of my dad's car for my trip home tomorrow."
Jamie was gone. His whistling echoed down the hall. Mike, still on his knees in front of the chair he dressed Jamie in, cried silently, his body quaking as he slumped over his heels to the floor. He slowly curled back into a fetal ball again, chewing on his cum rag, still. Shit. What the fuck was he gonna do with that! If he goes outside without it, Jamie'll fuckin' kill him.....oh, the tears flowed on, as his head just dropped to the floor.
"So how're you two getting along, Jamie?" Ed asked.
"Great Dad. I don't think I ever realized how giving Mikey really was."
Amazingly, with Jamie describing Mikey as 'giving', both of them had the same vision..... their cocks in Mike's hole....Jamie, and, Ed, threw rods in their pants.
Ed handed Jamie a cooked hot dog, that the kid inhaled. Just then, Mikey was coming out the door, and tried to get Jamie's attention, but only got his stepdad's. He motioned to Ed, pointing at Jamie...."Jamie, Mike's motioning for you, boy."
Jamie looked up, and smiled widely, then went over to Mike on the run. Mikey was pointing into his mouth....and the cummy rag Jamie had told him to keep there. Jamie, put an arm to his shoulder and turned him around and back inside the doorway.
"Very good, fuckwad. Take it out slowly....I want to see cum strings trailing from your tongue and lips.....e-a-s-y.....gooooo-oood, fuckboy, goooood! Now hold it out flat, lay it on my sneakers, gooiest side up. Yeh, that's it. Hands and knees cunt, and lick the whole rag....QUICK!" Mikey ravaged that rag with his deep sucking tongue and lips, 'Schhliucckkk! Schlikkk! Skissk!'
"Turn it over dickwad....now get the other side."
After enough time, Jamie said, "Ok, ok, get it off and lick my sneaks, and laces clean." Then Jamie just turned and left, with Mikey on his knees, on the floor, the back door slammed, and Jamie was on his way back to Ed, and another hotdog.
As Jamie sat back into the lawn chair, Ed turned a burger, Mikey came out the door and was shuffling toward them. Jamie watched him, and put a foot up on the BBQ shelf extension.
"Hi Mike, how you doin' boy?" Ed asked.
"Good, Dad," he said, as Ed realized he called him 'Dad' again, so whatever was bugging the kid earlier, when he came home with Jamie, was over now. He smiled. He held out a hand and Mikey walked over to him, and he put an arm around Mike's shoulders. Mike turned and leaned his bare back into Ed, and wriggled just a bit, as Ed's hand moved down his back to, and then into the waist band of his shorts. His hand slid down and fondled the boy's butt cheeks. His fingers were working into the boys crease. As Ed's finger slid into Mike's boypussy, and Mike's eyes closed, with his head leaning in under Ed's chin, Jamie didn't miss a thing.
He smiled to himself. "I got it!" he was thinking. "Dad's the one who got him so ready for my cock! Holy shit! Dad! I'da never thought.... Dad!.... This is gonna be some good time!"
Ed's finger slid out of his toybox, and into the corner of Mike's mouth. Mikey turned away from Jamie, and sucked his stepdad's finger of his boy pussy slime, hmm, and Jamie jizz.
"Hey Mike," Jamie called, breaking Mike from his trance. "Comere, bud." As Mike turned away from Ed and went to the boy, Jamie had taken a hot dog off the grill, and was wagging it in front of Mikey. Mike thought he was offering him a dog to eat, and reached for a bun.
Jamie just shook his head, and twirled his fingers, indicating he wanted Mike to turn around. As Ed turned the burgers, and rolled some dogs, the fire flared up, and smoked them all out.
Jamie lifted the left leg of Mike's shorts, and after fingering to the boy's pucker, he slid one of Ed's special bigger-than-a-bun dogs, right up the boy's chute. Mike wiggled, half-doubled up, and then sort of tranced up when the dog completely disappeared up his boy hole. Jamie pushed his finger part way up in there to get it all the way in. "Fuck-in' beautiful," Jamie said to himself.
Jamie patted Mike's ass. They all ate, and while Ed and Jamie were talking over Jamie's week, and sports, Mike was sitting quiet, hot dog dildo in place.
While they talked, Jamie motioned for Mike to get up and come to him and turn around. "Check 'iss, Dad." With that, he reached in Mike's shorts, and pulled the tip of the hot dog, which was working itself down and out naturally, and slid it out of Mike's ass. Ooooh, Mikey shivered, and his knees buckled, from the sensations as that thing slithered across his joy buzzer. "Show Dad your tongue, Mike," he said, as Jamie reached around in front of Mike's mouth with the butt-slimed dog, and slid it back and forth over the kid's tongue, and then stood to his side, holding the back of Mike's neck, pulling his head down and back......and slid the dog straight into Mikey's throat.....as Mike grabbed his arm, and pushed on his chest ......gagging for a breath....toes curled up, digging into the grass.....spit spraying from his snorting nose. Ed realized Jamie knew he had made his stepson a fucktoy. A weak, thin smile, maybe one of some shame, showed on Ed's face. Jamie, didn't care, as he served notice, master to master, wearing one of those big, shit-eatin' grins of the lecher.
As Jamie eased the dog back out, and Mikey's color started to return, he placed himself between Mike and the eyes of anyone in the driveway or the house, and gently pushed on Mike's shoulder. The boy went to his knees, opened Jamie's pants, fished the boy's meat out over his boxers' waist band, and sucked it into his mouth. Ed came up to them and squatting, he pushed Mikey's shorts down, over the kid's steeled cock, and fingered his boytwat. Jamie pulled Mike's head tight into his pubes as he groaned into his fast approaching cum shot.
His other hand held his father's hand. The man and boy shared the electricity of this phenomenal Dad and son, boy face and butt fuck.
"Omigod," Jamie moaned quietly, as he started pumping his dream cream into Mikey's mouth, before he wanted. His knees buckling, he fell back into his lawn chair, his cock slipping from Mike's lips, with a sperm string stretching to his dick.
Ed was still pumping, 2 fingers now, inside Mike's pulsing pussy. Just then Mikey burst out crying uncontrollably, and Ed pulled him to him, and kissing his cheek. "Whats wrong, baby."
Through a torrent of tears, his boy-jock stepson, screamed, "I cummed........uh, ungh, ohgod, unggggggh.....I'm not allowed to cum......" and there was a whole new burst of sobbing.
Ed looked up into Jamie's face......just stared blankly for moment as it all registered..... and a big smile came over his face. Ed raised a high palm, and father and son, co-masters, slapped hands.
"What punishment do you have for your slave jock, master Jamie," Ed asked laughing.
"Get your mouth back on my cock, dickwad!" Jamie yelled. The tearing boy, crawled back to Jamie, shorts down around his knees, cum-sopped cock semi-hard, and sucked Jamie's still hard prick deep into his mouth. "No good, fucker. Swaller it, over and over, till it's all the ways down, and you're gagging and snorting and punching for your life, faggot."
Once the poor kid's throat was impaled, and Mike turned white as a ghost, Jamie pulled his cock out...then rammed it in again...out....in....he fucked the kid's throat raw.....and cummed a-gain, again! only 5 minutes after his last one.
Ed marveled at the power his boy showed over his older stepson. "You want to hang out here for few, kiddo. Watch the dogs, fire and stuff, while I take care of Mike."
Jamie, all gooey from his second straight cum, just lay back in his chair, nodded, and waved off his dad who was dragging Mikey backwards, on his naked heels, hands under his armpits, with arms splayed out like a monkey's, and his head slumped to his chest. The tent flap fell back closed, as Ed lay the boy, now naked, on the blankets inside.
"Tell Dad, honey....tell Dad," Ed said to Mike.
Jamie got hard as a rock, as he looked at the gobs of jock-boy cum that had dripped onto Mike's shorts, and heard him beg his stepfather, "Fuck me Daddy. Please...please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Jamie started jackin' as he stared at that tent flap, hearing Mikey from inside the tent, "Uh, hunh, uh, uh, oh-uh--ah--uh-yeh, oh, oooo, fu-uck uh uh mee-ee!"
Jamie was crazed...couldn't stand it. Cock in hand, he jumped out of his chair, and charged through the flap, like a wild man, when he came face-on with the bottoms of Mikey's toes, and rushed to Mike's head, kneeled down, pleadingly looking into his Dad's face......"Daddy, Daddy, please, please...can I...I gotta....Dad?"
"Sure, son. Fuck-feed my boy, here," Ed said, rubbing his big hands up and down Mikey's chest and belly...."We'll make it easy for Jamie, won't we boy?" And as Mike almost in a trance, nodded, Ed pulled hard and up on Mikey's dick and the whole boy arched up, bending his head slightly back....and Jamie caught the act, and slid right to glory with the kid's neck practically open in that position.
"Gwaowk! Cuuucgg! Gurlk!' gagged Mike as he once again had his throat 'poled' by Jamie's rammer. He was swinging clenched fists back toward Jamie's kneeling thighs, but they were wild, glancing shots, that just got both Ed and his son hotter. Ed had been long-dickin' Mikey for 5 full minutes now, and Mikey's toyhole felt that combination, itchy-tickle burning, pulsing, pleasure pain.
Jamie was now poke-fucking Mike's throat and pistoning faster and faster, while Ed pounded his stepkid's pussy, short-stroking that boy into a whole new world of fuckin' camplife. Like one of those air-raid sirens, their suppressed screams rose in 3 different tones, as they came off in both Mike's holes, and Mike shot his cum onto his chest and belly....."Nnnnnneeeeeaieoalllllleeeeeeenggggg!!"
Ed's boy pumping hand was covered in joy jam. His own spooge was oozing out of Mike's pucker, around his cock, and followed the retreating daddy dong, as it slid from the boy's hole. Jamie's cum shot straight down Mike's throat. While Ed's breath normalized, he watched Jamie pound a drum beat with his cock, on Mikey's forehead, spraying his dripping dogwater all over the kid's face.
As Ed stood, he smacked Mike's ass, and grabbed his feet, spinning the boy's butt around facing Jamie. "Have at it, boy, then we'll give our little toybox here, a rest. He's got a big night ahead, right pussyboy?" Ed said, as he licked the bottom of Mike's right foot, squeezed it, and left the tent. Mikey just stared, blankly ..... I think he blinked once.
Left alone with boycunt to service, Jamie's ever ready boycock sunk right through the Daddygoo, which bubbled up and out, pooling into Jamie's pubes, down his balls, and on down to the blanket, while lubing Mike's love tunnel for his young master.
Outside, the sun was pretty well down, and Ed was setting up for their dinner. He smiled when he heard Jamie reaching the edge.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, you faggot! Ungh, unnnnn, uh-hu, ahhhhhhhh. Take it you fag cunt," Jamie growled into the boy's face as he long-cocked his entire pounding cock through Mike's pussy ring, and bottomed. He pulsed and butt-flexed into Mikey another minute or so, before sitting back on his heels, offering Mike a hand. Mike took his hand, and fucking Jamie just yanked the poor kid forward, and into his crotch to clean his pecker off. "Clean it off, cocksucker!"
"Hey, Jimmy, it's Ed. Look, the kids are here, and we're cooking out, and camping overnight in the yard. Yeh. Some burgs, dogs...some brew. Right. And Mikey's primed. Good. See if you can break away." Ed put down the cell phone,
smiling to himself, popped a beer and sat back, listening to the sounds of life under the stars.........
"More tongue, you fuckin' beatoff."
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