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 5.
"I'll clean up, boys, why don't you go get yourself straightened away, Jamie. It won't be long before we'll be going...and we want to get to the sporting goods store for your new tent, too."
"Right Dad, we'll get showers and be back in a while. Comeon, Mike," Jamie called to Mikey.
As the boys walked up to the house, Ed was pleased, seeing Jamie put his arm around Mike's shoulders, buddy-like. It seemed that in spite of being Mike's master, a brotherly feeling was building between them.
In reality: "Here's how it's gonna be, dickwad: We're gonna go to my room, and we're gonna fuck in my bed. Then we'll have you wash and shower me, suck my dick, swalla my cum, dry and dress me....yes?" Jamie advised Mike, squeezing his neck, as they walked up to the house.
"Yes, sir," Mikey nodded.
As they got inside the door, Jamie noted Mike's cum rag lying on the floor from yesterday's spitsoak and suckoff. "Hey, boy, check out your cum rag. You won't be needin' that any more....you're not 'lowed to cum this week....right?"
"Yes....sir," Mikey sadly answered.
Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy and Tom. Chapter 5.
As the kids went upstairs, and down the hall, Jamie locked his forearm tighter around Mike's neck, and was sort of yanking his head back and forth, almost against his own. When they got into Mikey's, ummm, Jamie's room, with the door closed, and the button pushed to lock it, Jamie, with the same wrap-around neck grip, pushed down against Mike's shoulder, and the kid slid right down to his knees. "Strip us, fagboy," Jamie said.
Mike pulled Jamie's shorts down from the leg bottoms, lifting up each foot to remove them. He stretched as far as he could to get the kid's tee, and then Jamie leaned over so he could pull it over his head. He then worked his own shorts off, out from under his knees, and took his shirt off. He hadn't been wearing socks or sneaks since yesterday. Expectantly, Mike turned his head up to look at Jamie.
Jamie just nodded and flex-bobbed his semi-hard peter in front of Mike.
Mike moved forward, just finger tips spread to touch the floor, springlike, and slipped his tongue under his 'stepbrother's' dick, sucking it between his lips. He worked an in-out, "Sclikk-slupp-scuck," with his tongue pushing out, then sucking in, which made his saliva build very quickly, and it started to bubble out around the corners of his mouth, as he looked up at Jamie, who was nodding and smiling, hands clasped behind him. Wwphoo! Those soulful eyes! "Ungh..uuhn, do it 'step-suck kid'. Do it!" Jamie coaxed....humping forward.
After a few moments, Jamie pulled out, and said, "Turn around, pony boy, and let's horsy me to my bed," as he climbed onto Mike's back. "Yahh! Yahh!" he cowboyed, whipping his horsy with his dick against his back. Mike scooted...er..a..trotted over to the bedside.
Jamie swung his leg off Mikey, and sat on the bed, scooting himself up to the pillows, crooking his finger, bringing Mike up between his legs. Without so much as a nod, Mikey went right back on Jamie's prod. This time, Jamie was really getting wired, and started to power pump up into Mike's mouth. He caught himself, grabbed Mike's hair, and pulled the boy's head up, and over to left of him. Mikey just went with it and went over on his back next to Jamie.
Jamie lurched forward and knee-stepped over Mike's leg to get between his legs, lifting them to his shoulders. He looked down into Mikey's eyes, put two fingers to Mike's mouth, and the boy slobbered over them, just like he did outside day before....grabbing on his hand with both his, and literally 'wolfing' on those fingers. Jamie pulled out, to Mike's panting, drooling disappointment, but now he worked through Mike's crack searching for his target. Finding it, he wormed the fingers through Mike's boyhole, as Mike cooed, 'Ummmmm," and wiggle-hunched to them, slightly arching his back up, heels down, toes splayed wide....then relaxed. With Mike's poop chute spit-slick, Jamie repositioned himself, and moved his poker alongside his fucking fingers, and drove inside the boy, as his fingers slid out. One pump, two, then Jamie held and looked down to Mikey.
He gripped Mike's feet with his thumbs rubbing into the soles, the tickle sensation making the kid's toes wiggle....and fingers around the tops. He pushed the boy's knees forward and down into his chest. Mike just absently gazed up, as Jamie went into motion. Jamie smiled down at Mike, pulling his feet bottoms to his cheeks, holding them there, framing his face. Mike smiled up at Jamie, press-flexing his toes into Jamie's temples.
Jamie broke into full boy rut now, and as sweat started to bead on his forehead, he pulled both boy feet to his mouth and kissed right between the balls of the big toes. Then taking them down under his arms, he leaned into Mike's face and pounded himself to another stepbrother fun cum, short-strokin' those last few moments, "Unh, uh, ungh, oh yeh, oooh yeahhh, ummmm, ahhhhhhh, fuck you, boy....you are one good fuck!" Leaning on his hands over Mike, looking down, fog-eyed, panting, he started to pull back onto his haunches, smacked Mikey's belly saying, "Ain'tchu? Ain'tchu?!"
Mike felt silly nodding in answer to Jamie's question, but nod he did, smiling broadly, squirming, squeezing the last of Jamie-spooge into his boyhole, sighing.
Jamie slipped himself out, slapped Mike's leg, said, "Let's go pony boy. Let's take Jamie to the shower."
Mike slid around Jamie, and down off the bed to the floor. Jamie's face screwed up when he saw Mike sit back on his heels and reach his hands over his shoulders. Then, getting it, Jamie jumped forward wrapping his knees around Mike's sides, and Mike pulled his arms around his neck....then he stood, and carried the younger boy to the bathroom. Jamie leaned into Mike's ear and nuzzled it....chewed it.
Mike turned on the water, checked temps, and stepped in with Jamie still attached. Mike went down to his knees, and Jamie's feet dropped to the tub floor. Rag and soap handed to him, Mike washed his stepbrother, even shampooed his hair....and pubes. He ran his soaped hands through Jamie's crack, and then soap fingered into Jamie's pucker. After rinse fingering him, Jamie pulled Mike's face right into his crack, and didn't release the pressure until Mike's tongue slipped inside. "Ahhhh, that's soooo good, pussy.... soooo goooood. Ummmm, ungh, ohhhpphh, get fuck-in' in there...ooooohph."
Jamie finally pulled away, turned and rinsed off fully under the spray, while Mike finished him by washing his feet.
Jamie turned off the water, and nodded for Mike to get out and said, "Let's dry me, boy."
Towel wrapped, and patted dry, head to foot, Jamie walked out of the bathroom, and Mike crawled behind him. Jamie sat down in his easy chair, and said, "Bring me your undies, boy. Let's pick me a fresh pair for my trip home....socks, too."
Mike scurried to the dresser, and brought all his shorts to Mike, and a fresh pair of quarter socks. As Mike knelt in wait, Jamie picked a pair of red Hanes polka dot boxers. 'Hmmm. These'll do, fuckboy. Dropping the others on the floor he stuck his feet out and handed Mike the socks. Mike put them on his feet. Then Mike reached for the boxers, and Jamie just shook his head, and looked into his crotch. There, bobbing against his belly was brunch. "Eat me, faggot."
Mike went right to it, and took his stepbrother off in no time. Jamie's butthole was squeezing tight and flexing as he humped up from the edge of the chair into Mikey's face. Damn! The fabric of the chair was getting sucked up between Jamie's butt cheeks. Mike was incredible! He pounded his face up and down so fast, vacuum and tongue, and all, he shocked Jamie with how good and different that felt, as he reached the 4th of July of his mind. As the rockets went off, Jamie's feet came off the floor, and he fell back into the base of the chair. As he lay there, his head bent up sharply from the bottom of the seat back, he yelped, "Wooooolllppppp! I don't believe it! What a fuckin' suck. You are some fuckin' suck!"
Mikey butt-waggled back to the bathroom and came back with a washrag and towel. He wiped his stepbrother's cock, and dried him.
Then without waiting for orders, he put his boxers on Jamie, then his cargoes, and he actually went and got one of his Nike polos, and worked it on the still exhausted Jamie. Then, after tying the kid's sneakers on, Mike sat back on his heels, proudly having dressed his boy master to the 'nines'.
Jamie reached his hand forward, and Mike pulled him forward again to the seat edge. As he got up, he patted the top of Mike's head. "Ok, let's go dickhead. Get your shorts on, and walk me out." Jamie grabbed the 'Boss' windbreaker he had picked out the day before to wear home, and threw it over his shoulder.
In the kitchen, Jamie's dad was talking with Mike's mother. "Hello, boys," said Mike's mom. They did their hello's, and she kissed Jamie goodbye, as the kids walked through to the door. On the way to the car, Jamie said, "Don't forget the Playstation next week...and all the games, asshole."
"I won't, sir," Mike said.
Then he whirled, doubling Mike over when he grabbed the boy's cock and balls through his skimpy gym shorts, and said, "You better fuckin' shave, too!"
Again Mike answered, "Ya-a-a-s ungh sir," strained...and pained....and a lot less enthusiastic, this time.
Jamie sat facing out in the front seat of the car, and as his father tossled Mike's hair, walking by, around the back of the car. Jamie pulled down his shorts baring his cock knob. "Wanna kiss me g'bye, fuckwad?"
Mike dived into his lap, and suck-kissed Jamie's wickhead, as his father opened the driver's side door.
Ed sat in, Jamie swung his legs in, as Ed started up the car. Both doors were pulled shut.
Jamie grabbed Mike's arm, pulling him against the car door, and in a low voice, he growled, "No cummin'. Call me if you wanna beg me for permission. No sleepin' in my bed, today. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," Mikey brightly answered, nodding vigorously.
With the boys waving, the car backed out, and was gone.
Mike stood long moments, alone, barefoot, no shirt, arm across his chest, staring out to the street, at nothing.
He finally broke his trance, turned toward the house, then, spying his basketball, in no time, he was charging through the driveway 'key', laying up a 2-pointer.
On the way back to Oden, Ed talked with Jamie. Jamie clued him that he wanted next week to just be a dropoff visit to bring Mike to spend the weekend. "Is that ok, with you Dad. I love that you don't forget me, ever. And I don't want you to, either. But...well, Mikey, me.....and a bunch of my friends are gonna be doin' some 'only for kids' stuff.
"I want you to do what you want....always. I never want to cramp you, Jame."
"I know Dad...you're great."
"Now, about Mike.....what have you got planned? I need you to be good to each other... ya know?....to respect each other," Ed continued.
"We will, Dad. We're like glue now, I think. Yuh know, I think I love him like ya love a brother, ya know? Maybe more. Ackshuly, I don't know, but I do know he likes me.... too... and uh, ya know, what we do, and he umm....needs stuff. I can just feel it...y'know?"
"Well, you might just be into some stuff you're too young to understand. Both of you. And, I feel I have not been a good dad here, by opening something up like what's happening, letting it go on...participating. Can you understand that?"
"Oh, yeh...I get it. And you are a good Dad! I know Mike thinks that, too....and we never even talked about that. And...uh...uhmm..."
"What Jame, what is it?"
"We, uh...we....both ..... like 'playin'....yuh gotta know that," Jamie said.
"I'm worried about what you and your buds got planned for Mikey next weekend."
Jamie laughed, and said, "Dad, I guarantee he's gonna get a workout....but he'll want it....love it!"
Ed was quiet. Pleased. Unhappy. Yet...what was it? Trusting....these young kids to know what they're doing? He shook his head to like get the cobwebs out. "Well, be care-ful. And....be good to each other, above everything, else. Never hurt each other."
"We won't Dad. Thanks, yuh know, for trusting.....us. Ya know.....I sorta feel alone ..... since we left Mike, even."
Ed smiled...weakly. So did he. So...did...he.
They were pulling into the sporting goods store to get Jamie his new tent.
While they checked everything out, Jamie selected one a lot classier than Ed's, with camouflage printing, and a built-in liner, zipout windows, slept 8, and mosquito net all around. Jamie liked most that it could actually be opened all around, and could be set up with 3 separate 'rooms'.
Anyways, they loaded up, hit the trail again and got Jamie home. When they pulled into the drive, there were 2 kids wrestling to the death on the front lawn, waiting for Jamie to get home.
"Who's that, Jame?" Ed asked.
"The 'spike' twins...coupla friends from school," Jamie answered.
"Son, comeon. They're not twins....one's Chinese...or somethin'."
"Uh, yeh...no, Dad. Their hair...they wear it all spiked up like that, see. That's why we call 'em that.....Chris, and Andy is the Chinese kid. Me and them, uh....we uh....fool around. Andy 'specially...he likes to, you know...like Mikey....loves it. But we all play."
Ed was taken back. He couldn't believe his son telling him that he doesn't just dominate the scene all the time.
Ed left Jamie to his friends, who were handslappin' as he went in to do the complimentary, 'Hi' and 'Goodbye', with his ex. Jamie got the backpack and duffle Mike had put in the back seat yesterday. Then the kids unloaded the tent and dragged it to the backyard. When Ed checked, while hugging his boy 'goodbye', they had the whole tent spread out, and the 3 kids were really getting to it. As he walked to the car, he actually thought, "Too bad they don't crack the books with that enthusiasm."
As he got home, all was quiet. It was about 2 in the afternoon. He grabbed a beer, and looked around for Mike. Down the hall, he opened Mike's unusually closed door. Hmmm. Not there. As he was about to close the door, something moved. He stepped in, closing the door, and found Mike, curled up, fetal like, sleeping, head on his hands folded under his left ear, next to the bed.
He sat on the bed, jostled Mike, and when he stirred, he rolled onto his back, stretched, and when he saw Ed, he broke into a big kiddie-boy smile, and said, "Hey, Dad."
"Mike, what is this. Why you on the floor?"
"Just....Jamie says, I can't sleep on my bed today."
"Get up here, now!" Ed ordered him impatiently, grabbing his hand, but Mike resisted, and yanked away.
Shaking his head violently, Mike said, "No Dad. I can't do that. Jamie said. And it's ok...... too. I want what Jamie wants, Dad. I want what he wants....for me."
Ed shook his head.
Mike came up to his knees in front of Ed, sort of cocking his head like a doggie, and said, "Please don't not like me, Dad."
Ed's eyes welled up, as he wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him tight to his chest, kissing his neck, then holding the back of his head. "What's this like, son? Dad loves you....you know that don't you?"
Mike pulled back so he could look at Ed, and said, "Yeh, Dad, I do. I really do."
Both man and boy....were hard....and both knew it.
Mike reached for Ed's fly tag. Ed held his hand, and shook his head, 'No'.
Mikey, quik-shaking his head 'Yes' in a big grin again, just pushed on, with Ed's hand still on his, as he pulled the zipper down. He unbuttoned the pants, and fished in his Dad's shorts for his meat. Ed's head was spinning. He had to stop this. But he couldn't. The words of both Mike and Jamie rang in his ears....that Mikey needs this now.....wants this now, regardless how he found out. Before he knew it, a blond brush cut head was bobbing on his tool of steel so magnificently, that in no time, he was over the edge, and pumping into his stepson's mouth, a tremendous wad, while pushing that head down on that pulsing cock. He pushed so deep, Mike started gagging and lost most of the man jam down the length of his dad's rammer.
Recovering, then licking it up, he caused his dad to spasm there on the bed, six times, from constantly nuzzling the super-sensitive cockhead with his cheek. Then, stepdad and son kissed deeply, moaning into each other's mouth, with a passion they both truly understood.
Shortly, Ed rose, and left the room. Mike, still on his knees, watched till the door closed, his tongue, slowly, crossed his lips, then settled back to the floor, curled up again.......and....was asleep.
Back at Jamie's, the kids had the first side of the tent, 'up', sort of. Typically, with almost nothing accomplished, the three kids sprawled around inside, to celebrate the little they had done.
Chris was a towhead, blond. His hair was 'spiked' up, short, and he had a waif-like build. Not a muscle to be seen, just smoothe boy meat at 5' 5', 110 lbs., blue-green eyes, and the fairest fair skin.
Andy, on the other hand, had an athletic build...5'4", 130, black, short spikey hair, and brown eyes.
"So what were you saying about your stepbrother, Jame?" Chris asked.
"Oh, yeah, like I was sayin'. Mikey's his name...a little older'n us....and a little bigger all around. So yeh, he's like Andy here, ya know....he loves it. And I got him comin' here for next weekend...us, the guys, and him....gonna be a good time," he said fivin' the others.
Without a word, Jamie reached for Chris' shorts' waistband as he laid down. Chris reached for Andy, and Andy for Jame. They made quick work of short arm release, and the circle suck was on! Andy was 4+ inches, and meaty; Chris seemed to have a cock bigger than his body, at 5 1/2 inches, though not thick. Jamie had a shapely sixer.
Pretty soon, "Shullk, sclikk, skutch," signalled boy fun in progress, as their heads lay on each other's pulled up thigh, tongues feverin' boymeat.
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