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 6.
"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," signaled boy fun in progress.
Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 6.
Almost of same mind, both Chris and Jamie let the cock of the moment slip from their lips, and were up on their knees, hands all over Andy, grabbing at his clothes. In moments, Andy was naked, his clothes strewn throughout the folds of the tent walls on the ground behind them.
Stripped naked, and on display, in front of his completely dressed peers. Such was young Andy. He just didn't have enough arms and hands to cover himself, and his head whipped first left, then right, as if looking for something to cover with. He didn't get too much chance to dwell on the shame of it all though.
Jamie, still on his knees, pulled Andy up to sitting position, and fed him his boypud. He cupped his hands around the back of Andy's head and rammed it over his rod like a firing piston. As Jamie's butt pumped in tandem with the Andy-face rut, Chris moved up beside Andy and was rubbing hands over his naked skin, as Andy took Jamie over the top. In a wild, convulsing finish, Jamie bucked his teen jazz to the back of Andy's mouth. The only sound besides the gasping grunts of Jamie, were the, "Uchggh, ccuch," choke-gags from Andy every time Jamie drove to his throat hole. While Chris played his hands all over Andy's nakedness, he had put his cock in the kid's hand, and Andy was hard at beatin' his buddy off. But once Jamie pulled back, Chris pushed Andy to the ground and laid over his face driving his prick into his mouth. Pounding like a jackhammer, Andy's head made 'Spush, sshhupp, scmaump' sounds as it bounced against the tent floor liner. Andy's legs and arms were flailing in the air and pounding the liner, and Chris, too.
"Errrrrunnnuh, let me in you fuckin' queer! Swaller it! Ahhhhh! Swaller it!" Wheww. Chris' cock sank through Andy's throat hole.
"Schnawk, cawwkk, shinnph," Andy gagged and snorted, trying to breathe with his nose squashed to his face, and his throat filled with boydick.
Chris eased up on his pal, and raised up off his face, which he couldn't see under his belly. Then he started a slow and steady pump through the kid's throat...and "Oh, ung, ummmnngh, god, swalla, swaller, ooohahhhohyeh, oh yeahhhhhhh!" he wailed as he creamed through the boy's maw. Pulling up, his cock plucked itself out of Andy's throat vacuum with a "Thweeeucckkk!" and Andy's head came up off the tent floor liner, then dropped back with the vac release.
When Chris sat back, and rubbed his buddy's stomach, now awash with his sweat, he smiled and said, "Good suck, boy. Gooooo-oood suck!"
Andy's face was sweat-soaked, and he smiled, breathing heavily, and then sighing. "Well, fuckers, let's get together after school tomorrow, and get a few more guys to help get this tent up," Jamie said.
Chris and Andy nodded. Chris pulled his pants up, and they all scoured the tent folds for Andy's clothes. Once they were all straightened away, Chris and Andy hit it, and Jamie hit the shower before dinner.
School and home were about average for everybody early on, during that week. A couple of Jamie's buds were on JV basketball, and had a game.
Back at Willow, Mike, also on his JV team, had a game.
Something about lockerrooms, sports, kids/guys together, horny comes easy....not to mention that fucking teens are always on a bone.
Mikey had made it through gameday on Wednesday, without cumming. After the game, the nakeds, skin-touchin', smell of boy sweat, Mikey was on fire when he got to his room after the game. After giving up on his Playstation, and homework, he went down to his stepdad....for Jamie's phone number.
" 'lo?"
"Jamie, it's Mike."
"Fuck do you want, asshole."
"I called to uh...please...um....can I uh...mmm...."
"Spit it out fuckwad. I ain't got all day," he heard whispers or static on the line.
"Errrrrmm....Cum? Can I, uh, I'm real, you know, gotta do my....uh .... my dick."
He heard an echo, and a burst of laughter...and some smacking sounds.
"First of all shitforbrains, you address me as SIR. And no, you fuck, you can't cum."
"Please, Jam...uh...SIR, please....just this once....I really need so bad to beat...off."
More laughter in his ear. He was on a speaker phone. Godddddd! Who was there. How embarrassing!
"Look, dickears, I got some buds here that just can't wait to meetchu....that's m-e-a-t you, cocksucker, and we're gonna vote." Jamie's voice became muffled and distant. "'K dudes, this is the step-suck I been tellin' you 'bout. He wants, GET THIS, my PERMISSION to beat his meat and cum tonight. 2 questions: first, you want him to beg? second, should we let him cum? Okay vote: Beg?---let's see...2, 3 4. Cum?---2, 3 and I'm uhhhh 4. "That's it dipshit. Us guys want you to beg, but make it r-e-a-l-l-y sweet."
"Please sir, and...um...other guys there...please, I need to cum so.....badddd. So....please um....let me, please?" Mikey had tears in his eyes, and was sniffling his running nose.
Distant voice, again, "Whatta you say, dudes? Uum. OK. Listen, stepsuck: YOU CAN'T CUM!" There was hysterical laughter and obvious hand-slappin' at the other end, and CLICK! Jamie hung up in Mike's ear!
Mikey just sat there on his bed.....and cried his eyes out. Finally, he just fell over, and balled into his pillow...his whole body wracked in the throes of his deep need and denial.
It wasn't too long till his stepfather came to his room, and then hurried to him when he saw the state he was in. Reaching to Mike's bucking shoulder, his shirt was sweat-soaked. Ed sat and put his arm over the boy's upper back and ran his hand to the back of his head and squeeze-massaged it.
Mikey lurched suddenly onto Ed's knee, which was folded onto the bed next to him. Mike just cried there for long moments. Then there was a sigh, and all was still. Slowly, Mike picked himself up, and raising up on his hands, back arched, he looked to his dad, and then shaking his head, moved up to sit at the headboard, with Ed's arm around him. Fiddling with his fingers....he looked down and said, "He hates me. I thought he liked me. .....Just...hates me."
"Who...boy. Jamie?"
"Yessss."
"I don't think so, bud. He told me Sunday...how much he loves you....like a brother, even....and he felt you did, too."
"Then whyyyyyy....?"
"Why what, Mikey?"
Mike just shook his head violently, and didn't answer.
Ed got up, and closed and locked the door. He reached for Mike's hands, and when Mike responded...he stood him straight up on his bed. He took the boy's shirt off, smelled it, and smiled over it into Mikey's face. Mike slowly, slowly, broke into a smile, and fell into a standing hug with Ed, who pulled his boxers down, and ran his hands over the boy's smoothe, naked, damp skin. He felt the chicken-bumps rising on the boy's body.
While holding him, tighter still, Ed opened and pushed down his own pants with his shorts. He kicked them off his sock feet, and picked Mike up, and turned him lengthwise as he lay him down to his bed, following with his own body, next to, and leg-over, with a soothing hand to the boy's face and chest. He moved his finger to Mikey's mouth and the boy took it right in. Ed knew his stepson, needs....he had, probably better than he did his natural son.
His lips worked the boy's chest, and he moved his arms up to the headboard, as he licked and handsmoothed the boy's armpits, his neck, his belly.
When Mike just mewled to all his touches, Ed moved between Mike's legs and raised them. He licked boypucker for a long time, and when the boy started to shake all over, legs kicking on their own, and his bud winked at him, Ed goobed into his palm and 'oiled' his manhood as his tongue slid through Mike's muscle.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, Daddy.......ooolllluummm," and fingers followed tongue and soon daddy-dick slid through to joy a boy whose needs were doubling and redoubling with the passing days.
Ed took his time to enjoy his son, and to have his son enjoy him. He slid through, and down and waited, and, and, then he lay to the boy's face and as he kissed his neck and nuzzled his cheek, he pulled out and back, and he drifted into a soothing boypussy nurture. More of a nuzzling than a butt-pumping. Mikey's legs reflected the new feel in him, as they sort of glided alternately across Ed's back, barely touching his skin...and Ed felt the heat they gave off and the titillation from the hairs. Sometimes Ed didn't pump at all, but merely flexed his joy rod....and was so happy when his son responded by squeezing his toybox down hard on him.
Mike's dad smiled inside himself, as Mike began to push and pull himself over daddypud. Mike started to hold Ed tighter, then tighter still, and his leg's locked in under the man's butt and they rocked to Ed's glory. There were tears in his eyes as he whined, and wimpered into his son's ear, as he cummed and cummed and.......cummed. He filled his boy with the love of their mutual desire. The boy fucked his dad to fulfillment. Mike actually maintained an awareness, and smiled to himself with the realization that he had actually suppressed his own juice off. Long after they came down, and Ed raised up on his hands, Mikey ran his fingers to his boy dick, and wiped the precum ooze, bringing it to his lips. It wasn't much, it made him feel good...at least that. He pulled his Dad to him...in a boy-straddle....Mike licked his dad's dick clean, smiling up into Ed's face with that beautiful cherubic face, filled with dad-slab. Ed pulled out finally, with Mikey's lips making a kind of, "Smmikk!". They kissed hard, both feeling mutual release, and Ed got off Mike's bed, ruffled his hair, dressed ...... and left.
Mikey rolled over, naked atop his bedspread, his cock immersed in daddy jam that had droozed from his boyhole, slick-sliding himself into it as he drifted off to sleep.
At about that time, Jamie's buds were checking out, after spending a wild laugh off over what they did to Mike on the phone. Then Jamie jollied them some more with vivid impressions of what Mike was gonna look like while shaving his pubes and asshole by the end of that week. Anyways, they fived as they arranged to meet at the backyard the next afternoon to finish the tent. They were also planning on bringing beanbags for everybody, TV, cameras, lanterns and BBQ stuff.
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful for the boys, which brings us to Friday evening, after dinner, at Mike's. He had been playing on and off all afternoon with his Playstation. He ran his 3 favorite games during the late afternoon, and wanted to run a few more, before packing everything up for Jamie. He wouldn't miss his game terribly, but he would miss it.
He emptied his laundry bag, and was going to use that to carry the PS2, and a shopping bag for the games.
The witching hour had arrived. It was after 7, and he went into the bathroom for his dad's shaving stuff. He was already atremble with visions of blood and failure. He had never even shaved his face yet, and here he was gonna have to shave his most delicate place, without the slightest idea how to start. During the afternoon he had brought a soup bowl into his room, which he was now filling with hot water from the tap. He hustled that into his room, then ran back and got shave cream, safety razor, and liquid soap from the sink.
Everything in place on his desk, he shut and locked his door. He slowly shed his boxers, and sat at the edge of his desk chair.....staring at the tools of his misery. With his hand he wet his pubes down...then squeezed some soap into his hairs and worked up a lather. Needless to say, fear or no, his 5" mast rose to the occasion. With all his might he willed it down....it got harder still.
He put the razor in the water, and rinsed his hairs, water dripping all over the floor, down his legs, things were already getting out of control. He dropped his towel below to catch it. With a too much glop of shave cream, he covered his whole pubes, and yelped when some if it got inside his pee hole. Geez...he thought his dick was gonna burn off. Ha! before he shaved the fuckin' thing off, that is. With a shaking hand, he took the razor from the warm water, and with his other hand gingerly held his prick down away from his belly where it had stood at attention. The first swipe at the top of his pubes..... "Ahhhhccccchhh! Oh, no!" he yowled. God! It hurt so much. It felt like he was pulling the hairs out one at a time. Thinking it was the water, he threw his boxers on and sneaked out to and back from the bathroom to get hotter water. Same routine...another yowl. This time, it was followed by tears, and he dropped his head to his desk, sobbing. God. If he wasn't shaved by morning, Jamie....oh my god, Jamie! Now he was really wailing.
Ed had come down to check on him, and knew something was up, like the last time his door was closed. He started in, and now he had no doubt...the door was locked. Mike never locked his door.
He put his ear to it, and heard something...it could be sniffling....it was crying. He thought for a moment with his fist closed, about to bang on the door...then hesitated....then, shook his head and rapped on the door heavily, "Mike, open the door....now!"
Mike picked his head up off the desk, and picked up the wet towel from the floor to wrap himself...and trudged to the door.
Ed stared at the boy there, hanging his head, still bobbing from the sobbing quakes. Ed cupped his hand under his chin, and as he came inside, he pushed the door shut, and kneeled down. Looking into the boy's bloodshot eyes, seeing and feeling the shuddering of his body, he said, "My god, boy, what could be so terrible?"
"Oh, Daddy, " Mikey burst into tears...."Oh, I just don't....can't...."
"What, Mike, tell Dad. What is it? I promise...I'll fix it....no questions asked."
Standing, and with his arm around the boy, they went to sit on the bed. With everything settled, all Ed's senses started to work, and he smelled the shaving cream. He left Mike on the bed and went to his desk. He fished the razor out of the now cooled water, and there were a couple of long, curly hairs floating there. "What the fuck...?" he said under his breath. A big knowing cynical smile formed on his face.
He turned back to Mike and kneeled down in front of him, and pulled the towel. While most had dried, the shaving cream residual was still there, along with it's smell from the boy's damp crotch. Having "queer boy" thoughts racing around in his head, he wanted to be careful to say the right thing here, so not to embarrass the boy, if he was making his first 'coming out' gesture. "Do you want to shave, buddy? You want to let your buds in school to see..... and, umm....know?"
Violently, Mike shook his head, 'No'.
"Then what, boy, what?" Ed asked, deeply concerned.
"Dad, please don't get mad....I hav...need to....do this....but....I don't know how," he said, and the tears started again.
Ed wiped the tears with his thumb under Mike's eyes, and said, "Mike, I won't worry you, or press you, but if you REALLY have to do this, for whatever reason, Dad'll do it for you."
Mike lunged into his arms, and just hugged him for long moments.
"I'm just telling you boy...this is not a good idea...I hate doing this...."
Mike said, "Thanks Dad, I know...but please just, ya know....do it...pleeeease?"
Shaking his head, he pushed Mike back to and onto the bed, spreading his legs, pulling the floor lamp closer. He dried him thoroughly, and left the room, only to return with the hair clipper/shears. Mike was horrified. Ed shook his head, "Calm down, Mike, what you were doing wrong was trying to shave long hairs....we need to clip them with this or a scissor, then we shave."
Mike was soooo pleased, it was that simple an explanation....and it also explained why it felt like he was pulling each hair out one by one....he WAS!
Plugged in and ready to go, Ed laid the base of the shears at Mike's belly, and turned it on. The vibration made Mike giggle, and boy rod sprung alive in Ed's hand. Ed couldn't help giving it an absent massage, rolling it between his fingers....Mike grabbed on Ed's shearing arm, and pointed, shaking his head....alarmed. Ed said, "Ha! Sorry, boy. Got you fired up, did I?" With that he squeezed the boyroot, and calmed him down. Mike just laid back on his pillow enjoying this.
Ed carefully, snipped the couple of hairs on the kid's cock, then went down to inspect the boy's nutsack. He decided to go get a scissor for the few hairs there....back from the bathroom, he also had his electric shaver now. He did the kid's cock first as he was still hard, then gave it a hard 2 finger rap under the cockhead. Whew! Mike jumped and yelped. The fucker just wilted like a flower. He scissored the nutsack, then ran the shaver smoothly over the taught-pulled skin. Finally, he worked all around the pube area and smoothed that boy groin right out. As he burrowed the shaver in around the boyroot, up it came again. Mike and his Dad both laughed this time.
Ed went for a bowl of hot water in the kitchen. Mike's mom wondered what was going on, and Ed just said that he and Mike were doing man stuff. She smiled that they were getting along so well recently. Back in the room, Ed began laying on the shave cream, to finish the job. He pulled the razor through Mike's already bare pube area, to eliminate any stubble. After six or seven smoothe strokes that made Mike go all gooey, at last, he was done, and yanked the kid's pud, and announced as much. With a big smile on his face, slowly disappearing, Mike was shaking his head. "What?" Ed asked.
Mike threw his legs in the air and pulled his cheeks apart....
"Oh, Mike.... Are you really sure about this?"
"Yes, Dad....gotta."
Ed grabbed the shaver and cleared Mikey's playground...the edge of his cheeks, and into his crease....even spread his pucker out, and put Mike's fingers in place to spread 'em and hold 'em in place so he could work. He finished by running the shaver right up to the boy's nuts. Then he pulled the hot water bowl to the bed again, and laying on the thin film of cream, went about smoothing Mikey's pussy of any hairs with the safety razor. Mikey's cheeks kept trying to close, and his cute little pucker kept winking at Ed, who couldn't resist, and when he finished, he kissed that winking boyhole, and slop-tongued him. Mike "ohhh"ed with the unexpected excitement.
Ed wet and wrung out a wash rag, wiped Mike, and then pulled the towel over to dry him. He left again for a moment, and when he came back, he sat down at Mike's wide open crotch again, shook something from a bottle to his hands, and rubbing them together, shot his hands to the boy's cock, and rolled it through them.....then over his pube area and balls. "Miss all those hairs big guy?" [bh]
"Whoooooo, oooooh, Daddddd....what is that?" Mike was wowed.
"Witch hazel boy....cools and soothes my boy's cock, eh?"
"Goddddd, yeah, oh yeh, that is soooo gooooood, Dad," Mike cooed.
Ed finished the job with a hand and finger swabbing of his balls, crack and pucker.
Mikey was floating somewhere just below the ceiling, bucking all over the bed.
"So what is this for, Mike some basketball team initiation, or somethin'," Ed asked.
"Um....oh...yeah, Dad, initiation.....yeah. Thanks a lot, you saved me, Dad. They said if I didn't do it right, stuff would happen."
"Glad to help, my boy....glad to help."
Ed collected all the shaving junk in two trips, and then bid Mike a good night and closed the door.
"Nite, Dad," Mike said, with a sigh of relief. He was so worried he might get Jamie into trouble...but Dad got him off the hook with that initiation thing. "Boy, I shoulda thoughta that." Thinking this all through, he decided he'd get up extra early, and make like he went to basketball practice in the morning. He wanted to make sure his dad didn't connect the shaving to Jamie. Smiling to his satisfaction with the plan, he squeezed his peter for a quick celebration thrill, then got up and played some of his PS2 games till he couldn't stay awake....bagged all the games, and sacked the PS2 to bring to Jamie in the morning....and contentedly hit the mattress and was out.
Back from his sweaty jog "from the high school basketball practice," Mike tromped into the house, to shower and get ready for his weekend at Jamie's. Ed was having breakfast when Mike came through for some juice, and asked how the new 'look' went over at school.
"Great, Dad. Lotsa laughs, but no torture....thanks to you." Ed smiled, delighted, and Mike 'fived' him as he went by and out to his room.
In the shower, Mike's hand reveled in the super smoothness of his play area. His hands kept working over and around his dick, his nuts, his ass...he just couldn't get enough of the feeling. Now, steeled like an I-beam, he had to get that mother down, and not chance a cum, or.......
Dried, mirror-admiring his slim firmness, muscle flexing, turning first left, then right, he air kissed the mirror. Dressed, he grabbed his rumpled paper bag replacement duffle with his change of clothes, and the bags of PS2 gear, and hit the hall. He was so excited to be spending the weekend at Jamie's.....soooooo ex-cit-ed, his heart was pounding.
Kisses to mom, and the appropriate waves and 'G'byes', and dad and stepson were off to Oden.
After Ed made his bud-up with Jamie, and took off, it was a little after noon.
Jamie told Mike to get the PS2 up to his room, and set it up for him. They charged up the stairs and into Jamie's room. Once inside, and with the door closed, Mike looked at Jamie. "On your knees, and undress me."
Mike stripped his stepbrother, gently folding his clothes, and setting them aside. Then as he looked up at Jamie, and his cock bobbed in front of him...he instinctively kissed it. Jamie almost cooed....he was shocked, stirred, and ecstatic...from both the sensation, and, the absolute certainty that he now owned a gen-u-wine fuckin' cockhound!
"Set up the Playstation on my desk, dipshit, and bring me the games to get a look at." Mike dragged the bag with games over to Jamie's bed at the crawl, as his stepbrother got up on it, and sprawled on his side, head on his hand.
Mike crawled back to get the PS2, scurried to the desk, and set it up...on his knees the whole time.
Jamie called over, "Don't you got any 'Pork the Stepsuck Kid' game here?" [ms]
Mike almost smiled, but caught himself and said, "No, sir."
Jamie did smile hearing the sir bit.
"All ready sir," Mike called out when the PS was set up.
"Come over and walk me to my new toy, pussy."
Mike crawled over, and as Jame swung his legs down, Mike expected to have to horsy him over to the desk. No, not today. He said, "Get your lips around my prick, boy, and tug me back to the desk tonguin' my peter, and not missing a slurp, or droppin it."
Mike was a slave. One week and he was the consummate suckboy. He hung on to that boy cock the whole way back to the desk, knee-walking backwards, all the way, till Jamie sat down.
Jamie had brought along the game he wanted to try first: Triple Header, a baseball game. They played together, and Jamie ordered Mike not to win. Mike complied, and even high fived with Jamie when the 'fixed' game was over.
Jamie then turned to Mike and told him to blow him fast, "Comeon, I need off, now!" Mike face-fucked over Jamie's pud till he took his load in about 30 seconds. Jame held the boy's head in his lap for long moments till he was completely calmed. "Um-um-um, you do suck good, boy....you do suck good."
Then he let Mike up, and cupping his chin, he looked down at him, asking, "You like my jizz don't you, cocksucker?"
"Yes, sir," Mike quickly answered.
"OK, faggot...get over to the bed, get up there, and do the old strip tease while you get your clothes off....and boy, I hope your box looks like a baby's, for your sake."
Jamie sat up against the headboard, propped by 2 pillows, hands folded behind his head, to watch the show at the foot of his bed, saying, "Do a little stripper tune too, fuckwad."
Mike did such a good job at gyrating, with rhythm, and the "Ta-ta-daaa...." and all, without real music, as his clothes dropped, that Jame started to clapping to the beat as Mike got naked.
Clapping like a crazed chimp, Jamie kicked up at Mike and said, "Let's celebrate that super performance fagboy, and get down here and joy my cock, but first let me feel your toybox and see if it's as good as it looks." Jamie smoothed his hands all over the boy's cock, balls, crotch and butt, and even ran the side of his hand through the boy's crack, and "Uuoomphh," Mikey moaned as his stepbrother ran a finger up his valve.
"You did some fuck-in' shaving little faggot, some fuckin' shavin' I don't believe it. You musta worked all week on this....um-um-um."
Mike dropped to his belly, and with his face looking up over Jame's belly-hugging prick, Jamie said, "Now I want you hold my cock up, look at it all around, lip-peck at it, tell me about it, taste it, treasure it, lick it then suck it. Show Jamie how much you appreciate his cock."
Mike did it all, saying things like: "I love the smoothe stalk, sir. It feels so nice on my tongue....and the head sir, is sooooo juicy"...and he pecked at it, then tongue slurped. "And sir, I love how it bobs and jerks when I tip-tongue this little spot underneath..."
"Unnnghhh," Jame moaned, and spasmed, at the rasping-swipe of the underside of his cockhead, and the goo droozed up on top, with Mikey wicking it right off.
Jamie pulled his knees bent, and with his feet behind Mike's butt, he pulled him close-in, as Mike got down to the biggest suck of his young life.
Over the next half-hour, Jamie staved off cumming 7 times, and he let Mike service his teen prong to his greatest ever blowjob.
Finally, with feet beating Mikey's back and butt, and hands pounding the bedclothes, Jamie yanked a pillow out and over his face, as he screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh-yeeeeuwlll-ahh-ahh-nnnnnnnnnghhhh," all muffled into it.
"Huh! Uhh! You fuck! You dirty fuck! Uhh! What a fuckin' cocksucker! Damn! We could get money for you! Whewww!"
Mike's spit-slick face and mouth smiled at his boy master, as he lay in his crotch, tonguing, still, whatever he could reach with it.
Soon Mikey horsy'd Jamie to the shower and then they dressed, Mikey in just a tattered pair of Jame's gym shorts, barefoot, and headed out to get a move on with the tent-out they had planned all week.
Mike caught himself, when he spied the tent at the farthest corner of the backyard. What a beauty it was! Camouflage...flaps all up, with the breeze flowing the mosquito netting. Geez, even a flag blowing from the peak. Jamie back-kicked Mike's butt, and he lurched forward, "Nice, huh, dipstick?"
"Uh, oh yeah....uh...sir", Mike said, stumbling ahead, "it's so....beautiful!"
Some boys were already there. Andy, Chris and Ryan were criss-crossing the yard with a football in play.
"Hey, guys!" Jamie yelled as he came up to them with Mike in tow. "Here's the beatoff you all voted on the other night."
They all cheered and yukked, and hand-slapped with Mike.
Brown, caesar-cut hair'ed Ryan, at about 5' 7", 135 lbs., put a hand on Mike's shoulder, and said, "So did you cum yet this week, queerboy?"
"No, sir."
They all pointed, gawked and bust out laughing from Ryan being sir'd, and at Mike admitting not cumming, by their own orders.
Jamie whispered in Mike's ear, "Let's get started with the introductions, faggot....get on your knees, and rub your lips over each boy's fly, and make him welcome, eh?"
"Yes, sir," said Mike, who dropped right in front the shocked Ryan, took the boy's butt cheeks in his hands and rubbed his face to his fly.....and then crawled to Andy...and finally, Chris. The wide-eyed boys looked at each, thumbed up, and then Ryan and Chris grabbed him under the arms, and hauled him behind them with the tops of his bare feet dragging over the grass, legs limp and bent, off toward the tent.
The pants of every one of the boys were tented out....Mikey's, too.
Umm-ummm-ummm.....looks like the feed-fuck is on!!!!
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