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 9.
"Yur lights out yet, faggot?" Jamie kidded.
"Flickering off and on, sir." Mikey smiled back, blinking his eyes open and closed.
Jame rode on Mikey's back to the shower, where Mikey served and scrubbed Jame like usual....then ate him out, and kissed his every body part after he dried him, and 'horsed' him back to the chair, where he dressed him in just a pair of cargoes.
As Jamie sat back in the chair, heels on the cushion, toes splaying out, then curling down over the edge, he watched Mikey through his legs, get himself dressed, saying...."I'm comin' down with the team on Friday, when they play Willow. I won't be staying over, but you know, the boys are gonna want to see you , aftur. I'll catch up with ya right after yuh leave the gym, to set it up...so BE CLEAN pussyhole. Keep your cunt shaved. Make us proud!!"
"Yes, sir! Jamie sir."
"Oh...and no cumming." Mikey nodded. Jame said, "Yuh can call and beg...you know."
"Yessir...I know," Mikey looked down, solemnly.
Carrying the crumpled shopping bag 'duffel' Jamie made him substitute for his backpack, which of course, Jamie now owned, they went downstairs, Mikey crawling of course, with the bag in his teeth, into the TV room, where he sat on the floor while Jamie took a seat.
"Honey, I have to do some shopping, so I won't be here when your stepfather picks you up," Jame's mom said to Mike, from the TV room doorway. She said her g'byes, and kissed Mikey on the cheek, running her hands over the back of his head and neck, smiling, she turned and left.
Hitting the remote, Jame flipped on some MTV junk, and looking at the clock, it'd still be a half-hour before Ed would get there for Mike. As Jamie heard his mother's car start up and leave the drive, he looked to Mikey, pulled his shorts open, gripped that 6 incher, whapping it to his hand, and said, "We got a half-hour, stepsuck...hungry??"
Slinking to him at the crawl, with that glowing, cutie-boy smile all over his face, he reached for Jamie's prick....
Mikey, Stepdad and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 9.
Mikey swooped over boydick, and swallowed as he took his stepbrother to his throat. Jamie bucked when he felt the very tip of his prick get surprised and tickled by the squeezing throat.
"Wheww! Suckboy! You really getting the fuckin' talent, dude. You one smoothe cocksucker. Ohmigod....Mikey....ohshit ohshit ohyahhhhh....suck it suck it....unnglglhhuh!" Jamie fell back into the crotch of couch and seat, his head bent up, his eyes closed, and his arm across his forehead. "Boy....you got some fuckin' mouth. I don't know how I'm gettin' through the week after this."
When he opened his eyes, gripping the edge on seat....Mikey was kneeling in front to him, with that golden smile, his tongue lapping the last of Jamie jam.
A slam, and a bang, and they knew Ed was in the driveway. Mikey jumped up and ran toward the door, while Jamie put his cock away, and followed. As Jame came up to Ed in the kitchen, he watched Mikey get a hug under one arm, and Jame got one from the other.
Ed glowed, checking out his kids, and he especially enjoyed Jamie visits when his ex was not home. They got Ed a beer and walked back inside for a few minutes of jabber. "Jamie, you did a great job setting up your new tent, I see."
"Dad...it was the greatest. We even had fun times puttin' it up, and, a'course, terrific over the weekend...the sleepout and all."
Soon, the g'byes were done, and Jamie giving Mikey his order reminders, they were on their way back to willow.
Jamie just trudged back into the house and looked through the stuff they brought in from the tent, and started to put junk away. "That little fuck!" Jamie yanked out the unused kielbasa....all two feet of it. "Man, o'man...you paying for this, dude!" he continued yelling at the nonexistent Mikey.
Calming down, Jamie put it, and the rest of the left overs from the cooler into the fridge and went to his room, and switched on the PS2....maybe he'd call some of the kids over...or go over to one of them this afternoon.
Ed and Mike had a talkative trip back home, and a couple of times he squeezed the boy's lower thigh, but it didn't look like he was looking for anything to develop. Who knows....if Mikey hadn't been fucked and sucked out, he might've been attentive, but as it turned out, they pulled into the drive at home, with Mike's sleeping head against the door jam.
The week sped along to about Wednesday, again, when Mike was needin' to pull off really badddd! He toyed and argued with himself about calling Jamie, knowing the fucker would make him beg...and then not let him jack anyways.
"'Lo!"
"Hi, Jamie...it's Mike."
"Hey, dickwipe...'sup?"
"I called to...um, you know, uh....that is, would it be okay if I .... can.... you know....."
"Spit it out stepsuck! 'Fuck yuh want?"
"Jerkin' off....Jamie....can....I?"
"Look....if I let you wack, man...you allus gonna expeck ahm gonna let you, and that's not good, man."
"Oh, Jamie, I won't 'speck it. Just this once....just...pleeeease?"
"Just this once, then pussy....but you gotta save your jelly....and bring it to me, and show me when I'm down there Friday night at the game."
"Oh yeh, I will, I will...but how do I save it, Jamie...sir?"
"Shit, dude, I gotta do ever'thin? Geez. Look around in the med cabinet, or dad's drawers. His wallet, too....or the glove box in the car....for his rubbers. Gotta have some somewhere. Figger out how to get the fucker on your weasel before your start wackin'."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Jamie...I'll do it right."
"Listen, dumbfuck...you gotta shoot off 5 times tuhnight....and then nuttin' till I see yuh Friday....got it?"
"Yes, sir...I got it."
"And don't try an' fuck me over, dude...I know how much jam you shoot...that fuckin' thing better be full to the fuckin' brim."
"Yes, sir...fuckin' brim sir...yessir."
'Click.' Jamie was gone.
Mike started slowly to make a trek around the house....with a hand rubbing that hard as steel rocket in his pocket, he checked for his folks. Ed was out in the garage, and his mother was makin' dinner. Now was the bedroom/bathroom check time. Phwoosh! He was up the stairs 2 and 3 at a time. He checked the nightstand and dresser....nuthin'. No wallet.
Into the bathroom, nothing in the cabinet. Shit!
He'd have to wait till Ed came in to check the car. He stood at the door watching his stepdad messing, still, in the garage. Brainstorm! Unca Jimmy! Even though it was close to dinner, he could get to Unc's and back in a jif....and was on his bike and up the street. No hands, the breeze against his face, and up Jim's drive.
"Hey, boy! Haven't seen yuh in a bit!"
"Hi Unca Jimmy...I uh, got a favor....um, tuh ask."
"Sure, Mikey, whatta you need?"
"Can you borrow me a.....yuh know...a rubb--er?"
Jim got this big smile across his face, and walked up and put his arm around Mike, and walked him over toward the car. "My little nephew....you really ARE grow-in' up! Wow! Grow-in' up in-deed!"
Mike was turning all the shades of the rainbow in his embarrassment.
Jim opened his truck door, and said, "Sit in there boy," as he pushed the button on the glove box. "Take yer cherce, kiddo....got some gooey lubey ones, dry, colors, natural...."
Mike was floored with the variety in various boxes, and plastic paks. He took each different one, one from each package. "I like that Mikey....a boy into variety, jus' like yur ole uncle, eh?"
Blushing still, and with beads of sweat on his face, he weakly smiled, and holding the four rubbers he chose up, as if to say, 'Can I have these ones?'
Jim pushed back the boy's hand, closing his fingers over the rubber-paks, and he gave the kid a crotch-snatch grab at the same time, saying, "Happy tuh see yuh puttin' junior here to work, boy....mighty happy tuh see that. And I'm 'specially glad you came to Unca Jim for yo' needs."
Jim was extra special to Mike since his dad left, and he smiled and reached up with both arms, as he got out of the car to hug Jimmy. Jim didn't miss a chance, and hugged the boy real close, and rubbed their bodies together. In his ear Jim whispered to Mike, "So, you got some hot pussy lined up, boy?"
"Well, yeh, maybe," Mikey lied.
Ummmm...Jimmy was really squeezin' him some fresh boy ass, now. His rod was on fire in his pants, and he whispered, "How much time yuh got, boy....can you take care of your Unca Jim, babe?"
"Uh, ohyeh, um, no, Unc-a, uh, got dinner on real soon, just ran out fer a min..."
Jim's pants were open and sliding down against his and Mikey's legs....and Jim eased Mikey back down on the front seat of the truck, as his leaky hardboy bobbed to Mike's lips, and looking so sweety-boy like, into his uncle's eyes, he slid his face over his uncle's cock, very s-l-o-w-l-y. Then with a zealous frenzy, he pumped his mouth over it, and so fast, and bubbles out the corners of his mouth, and drooling from his bottom lip, and "Slukkk, sluckkk, spluckkk," and Jimmy tightened his arms around the back of Mikey's neck, and powered his jimmyjam into the boy's near-gagging throat!
"Huhhhh, uhuhuh, uhhhh," Mike gasped, and as Jimmy freed his face, the beet red flushed, sweaty, split slick face looked loving into his Uncle's face. Jim wrenched the boy up again into his arms and hugged him, kissing him right on his cummy lips.
"You did Unca Jimmy so goooood, boy, sogood. I love yuh, boy, hear?"
"Ummm, I love you, too, Unca Jimmy," and they locked eyes, with hands squeezing each other's arms, and Jim pushed Mike off, with a spank to his tail..."Better get you home, boy...and have fun with 'junior' tuhnight."
"Yeh....uhm, right, Unc," Mike yelled as he threw his leg over the rolling bike, and turned off up the street.....licking his lips, his tongue swirling inside his cheeks, in a daydream. He sure had a good lead in to his 5-by beat off tonight into a fresh rubber for Jamie.
After dinner, Mikey hit his room, and got right about his duties....stripping to his naked, and after propping himself up against the pillows, he proceeded to examine his new treasure...real rubbers. Checkin' em all out, he decided he would be uncomfortable with the lubed ones, and settled for using the dry one. Shit, they had that dumb sex class where they made the boys rubber a banana, but when he opened it and plopped it on his knob, of course, it was wrong, and he had to try and 'rewind' and start over. His dick was already on full gooey throb. He almost cummed rollin' the fucker down his stem. He decided he wanted to see his spooge shoot in the rubber, so that's what he did. Man...hardly worth the price of admission....fucker went off in 3 pulls, and so hard, the kid didn't even see the cum squeeze up around his cock. He was caught so by surprise by the intensity, partly caused by the freaky new feel of the rubber, and mostly his need to get off, and for not having worked out since last Sunday...hmmm....on his eggs, as I remember. His eyes got lost somewhere in the back of his head, and his whole body was wracked with his orgasm...bouncing and bucking. "Whewww....sooooooooogooooood. Ohmancummin's so good. Whooooeeeoooo!"
The cute kid's eyes were blurry, as he opened up, and was absently, gettin' on with round 2, but all the cum was gookin' up around his cock. His knees were bent up at about a 30 degree angle, and spread wide, with his feet on their outsides, toes all bent under. Ooooph! He was still so tense, and started into full wack and this time gave himself a good palmride. Every part of him got into this one, and as he shot off, he was over on his side, wailing in ecstasy into his pillow, his head and face whipping back and forth.
Thankfully he had locked the door, cuz he fell asleep after that last one.
He jumped out of a deep sleep, and quick threw on his boxers with the rubber still on. It was his mother knocking that Jamie was on the phone. He was worried the rubber would slip off his soft dick, and wound a rubber band on it, and went down to answer the phone.
He picked it up in the hall, in earshot of Ed and his mother.
"Lo."
"Dipshit! You gettin' wit' yer wacking?"
"Yessir," Mike said very low. Wow! He sure didn't need the rubber band now. One word from Jamie, and he was back on the bone.
"Go get dad's cell, and get yer ass back in yur room, and I'll call you back." Jame hung up.
Mike went and got the cell from the living room, and went back to his room, locking up, and it was ringing just as he hit the bed again.
"'Lo."
"Geez, you dick, it's me!"
"Yessir."
"Ok, now whadju do so far?"
"Twice, sir. I cummed 2 times."
"Usin' a rubber?"
"Yessir," Mike answered.
"'Kay. Now here's what you do....get over on yer belly, and put a pillow under yer cock, and check it out for good humpin', and say your full name out loud, now!" Jame instructed.
Mikey spoke his name out, then said, "I'm doing it, umuh, sir."
"Yehhh," Jamie chuckled, "I can hear. Awright, now prop the cell up so you can sort of speak at it like a microphone, and hump that pillow till you blow off, saying how much you love my cock, all cock...eating it, swallerin' jizz...fuckin' your ass out to boys...ever'thin'. Go!"
"Oh, uh, I love uhm, your cock, sir. Love all boy cocks....love ungh--to suck dicks---to swallow cum....and I uh-uhuh...." and on and on it went, till Mikey cried out, warbled like a wounded animal, and spunked his rubber....again. The panting and heavy breathing mixed with moans and grunts, made quite a boysex melody.
When he came out of cummin', he heard Jamie screaming into the phone, and picked it up. "You fuckin' jackoff, I been screaming here an hour."
"Sorry sir, sorry, I..."
"Fuck you....and by the way, I will....put the cell down by your cummed up rubber and squish around so I hear it."
Mike did as he was told.
Hearing it, then yelling again, when Mike pulled the phone to his ear, Jame said, "Good going stepsuck...milk off FIVE more loads tonight....hope you don't get a blister on your dongus, fuckstick." Click. Jamie was gone. Mannnn. ...and he had to milk himself like they did him in the tent. He figured he could wack another 2 times tonight, easy....he was still fuckin' horny as a toad! Then bang off three more in the morning before school, and he'd surely need another rubber or something, startin' right now.
Little fucker....ended up getting a small glass, and pumping off into it on all fours, and then while kicking his feet in the air, straight up, propping himself up against the headboard, he jellyjammed into the glass while it sat on his heaving chest. At one point, he looked up at his oozing pisshole, his heels against the wall, strained his head and neck, and said out loud, "Boy, I'd love to suck my own dick....mannnn! That would be so kewwwl."
That's no lie, Mikey!!! Wouldn't we all!
Morning came, and so did Mikey...3 more times, in the glass. He then spent many agonizing moments trying to get the goo into the rubber, resealing it, and then thinking of where he could save it to keep it from drying out. Last night's spunk was already just liquid....wheww! The smell was intense. The fresh jelly was just that, jelly. Anyways, he got the deed done, and sealed his rubber with a twist tie. He was proud holding it up, seeing how full it was...past halfway, even stretched like it was. He ended up waiting for a moment when his mother was out of the kitchen to sneak his horny smelling spooge in a baggie, and into the freezer, way in back.
Mikey had worked out a plan for concealing his shaved pubes from the basketballers at practice. Team players didn't have gym, so he only had to cover for practices. He'd wear his jock, changing after lunch, and so when he put on his uni, no bare pubes! Then for showers after, he'd stall around in the gym, doing shoot arounds, till all the other dudes were inside. So's they were all coming out of the shower, as he was towel wrapped going in. Good a player as he was, nobody questioned why he was so late. It didn't matter for time, since school was over and he either walked, jogged or biked home.
It was 6:30 PM Friday, and the bus from Oden pulled into the Willow School lot. The team filed out, and soon the coaches who rode separately were directing them to the gym door, and the lockers. Visiting teams usually came dressed out, so they just dropped their duffs and packs in the locker room, took a 20 minute wind down from the ride, and then hit the gym for fool around, warm ups and stretching, and then an organized shoot around, headed up by the team leader....Connor, in the case of Oden.
The student body who came on the bus, like Jamie, and others who came in private cars moved into the bleachers. Jamie, smug little fuck, snooted his face up at Mike as he came out with his team for warmups. Mike jogged over and slipped the 'bag' to Jamie, who just slipped it into the pocket of his, uh Mike's, Boss windbreaker he was wearing. He was also decked out in Mike's new sneaks, socks, boxers, and his new Nike polo.
The game got on, and it was a close one. There were handslaps at halftime between Connor, Tyler and Mike as they left for the break. Ryan ran up behind, and whispered in Mike's ear, "Wanna blow some team, pussyboy?" wacking Mike's tail.
Mike just turned and smiled weakly, as he went into the home team lockerroom.
Midway way through the second half, the game was decided, and there were grumblings from the Oden bench of a derogatory nature about the 'fuckin' squirrel'. Mikey just came out on fire, and his mates kept feeding him to the outside, and he just kept pumpin' 'em in....50-37 final----'squirrel', or Mikey, scored 33 by himself....25 points in the second half. There were only a few comments he heard from Connor, Tyler and Ryan, when they were guarding or passing him, about his being a 'cuntboy', 'cocksucker' or the like.
Fivin' and cheerin' all around the Willow bench, and Mikey got carried off the court by his teammies.
Meanwhile, Jamie had moved down to the Oden bench and waited with his buds, and as the Willow team started out for the lockers, Jamie, Ry, Ty and Connor, swiftly got in behind them, and Jamie called out to Mike, who turned and fell back among the Oden players. Out in the hall the 2 teams filed into their respective lockerrooms, and Mikey was spirited into the visiting lockerroom, with Jamie immediately pulling Mike's jersey up around, and covering his face. A bench was carried into the shower, and Ryan and Tyler maneuvered Mikey into the shower. In seconds, Mikey was stripped, legs up, blindfolded, Connor in his mouth, there, hanging off the end of the bench....Tyler was slipping his meat into Mikeypussy. It was like they choreographed the deal. Ryan followed Tyler, then Connor, with some other kids moving to get in on this. Jamie sitting at the other end of the bench, called the horner-ins over, and said, "Hey dudes, $5 for his mouth, $10 for his ass. 3 guys just walked off and took their showers. Five others never did anything but gawk at what was happening. 3 others, pissed at Jame, went back to their gear and brought the money, and Jamie pocketed $20. As Ryan finished pounding Mikey, Devon squatted over his face and got himself blowed off. The kid was in disbelief, at how good it was...how good Mikey was! Taylor, 'Tay', straddled the bench, and slid through Ryan goo to glory. Man! Did he ever fuck him one sweet boy ass! When he was done, Jon who was in Mike's mouth now was having to move backward and keep repositioning his body, with Tay pounding Mike halfway off the end of the bench. Wow! Those horny dudes were loving sucking boy tongue and sphincterin' boy ass, and feeling so good for getting off....they even forgot they had been soundly stomped in the game. They had no idea, the kid they just got off in, was the one that single-handedly beat their asses.
While the players moved off to showers and dressed, Jamie stepped over Mikey's blindfolded face, and said, "It's me, 'Suck-suck'. Whaddayuh say?"
"Phank you, thir," Mike said, slurring a bit with his lips a bit swollen, goop still around them.
Jamie said, "Please me, boy, please me," as he eased his cock through Mike's quivering, cum sloppy lips. The boy worked his tongue smartly over and around his stepbrother's cock, Jamie pulled the Mikey cum-filled rubber from his pocket, and said, "Open up sweetie...."
Mike opened up, his tongue still slickin' up under Jame's cockhead, Jamie then droozed Mike's own 7 beatoff's over his own prick, over Mike's tongue, and down his throat. Mike's eyes went wide, and he just closed them in, what was it, disgust, shame...anyway, as the last of his own cum dripped over his tongue, Jamie started bouncin' on his chest and gave him a tremendous scalding 7 spurt wad, bucking and crazed, then finally settling down on his chest, to beat his prick about the boy's face.
He pulled Mikey up to sitting, handing him his team shorts, and the rest of his stuff wrapped in his jersey. Mike pulled on his sneaks, and Jame wiped his face with a towel, buffed his golden, sweaty crewcut, and ushered him out to the hall, and with a squeeze to his shoulders, he said, "Good work step-suck....I love ya," and took off at the run for the bus.
Mike couldn't really speak, 'cause Jamie had stuffed the used rubber in his mouth, and told him to suck it all the way home.
Mike's mates were all gone but for two who fived him on the way out the door, and Mikey went on in, to change and get home.
Jamie bounded up the bus steps and as he came down the aisle, he got hand slaps and 'Yahs' from Connor, Tyler and Ryan. As he was sliding into a seat behind his them, he saw something from the back....and it was a few of the other players, calling him back. He smiled bigtime, and hustled on back.
As he got to the back seat, one kid got up, Devon. As Jame sat in, Devon squeezed hard against him, and now he was pressed into Taylor. Jon was on his knees on the seat in front, looking in on the action.
Tay said, "Dem other dudes, they didn't pay, guy," poking a finger into Jamie's chest.
"Hey, man....be cool. They's buds. Get's first dibs, and just get special treatment. No big deal," Jame said calmly....arrogantly.
"Spechul treatments, eh? Whatta dey do, blow yuh?" Tay said, a bit menacing.
"Yeh, man," Devon said, "who blows who, huh, you suck dick, dude? Like 'dis one?"
Devon's cock was out of his jeans, pumped in his hand and Taylor said, "Yeh, I bet you a cocksucker, too. Bet you wanna blow da whole team....'zat right?"
There was little scufflin' around and shushin' and bumpin', back there in the dark.
Let's take a look. Taylor and Dev are back on the seat alone, and between Dev's legs, Jamie's eating him some boy hang. Dev pulled Jame's dark crewcut head up, and said, "Big, BIG, trouble, if I even FEEL teeth, cocksucker!"
Wheww!! Even though Devon just got a hot suckin' from Mike, he got him off a rocket blast for Jamie, too. Man, there was spooge all over his shirt. He just couldn't get it all, swallow as he might have tried.
Taylor made Jamie scoop the gobs of Devon spunk off the front of his shirt, put it on his meat, and made Jamie slickmouth his dick now. While Jamie worked his meat, Taylor leaned down, and said, "Make it nice and sloppy, dude, 'cuz you gonna be sittin' on it, right soon."
With hands from the left and right, and above and behind him, Jame was pulled up from his knees, turned, stripped, and lowered onto Taylor's cock. Jon from in front, facing Jame, stuffed his sweaty jock from his duffle into Jamie's mouth, just as he let out a now muffled yowl, as his first ever butt fucking began.
Devon took the $20 from Jame's pocket, and gave Jon his $5, took his own $5, and held onto Tay's $10 till later.
Jamie was in disbelief. In minutes, the worst and fastest of his life, he was a cocksucker and whoreboy, and in tears. Man, Taylor, who was big, sooo big, "Uh, uhuh, ungh, fuckin' you pussy," grunting into his ear, whispered loud enough for Jon to hear, nod wildly, and smile over, "Jon get's your cunt next fuckboy...and we'll be having you at the boys room 7:30 ever' mornin' you little queer."
As they pulled into the school lot, Jon was ebbing his cumfuck up Jamie's boy chute. Tay had his cock licked off earlier, and now Jamie was back down on his knees licking his butt slick off of Jon.
The kids zipped up, and stepped over and around Jamie, there, on his knees, staring at the floor.
He pulled his clothes up, hand brushed his hair, and tried to look straight as he staggered out from the back of the bus.
When he got down the steps, he saw Devon and Taylor talking to 3 other kids. Jame turned to walk the short ways home....his buds, had taken off when they didn't see him come out with them, figuring he was hangin' with some other dudes....boy, was he!
Jame stuffed his hands down into his newly, emptied, pockets....he'd watched as the kids took their money back, and just closed his eyes at his lost windfall.
The three other dudes Devon and Tay were talking to came running up to Jamie, as he stepped off up the street from the school lot. "Hey, dude....," arms around him from the left and right, and one guy was up front, skip-walking backwards, facing Jame.
Josh, on his right, grabbed Jamie's right hand, and put it at the hard rub, on his fly.....
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