Mikey, Stepdad, Unca Jimmy, and Tom

By Jarrod X (Jarrod749)

Published on May 11, 2003

Gay

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 4.

"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."

Mikey, Stepdad, and Unca Jimmy. Chapter 4.

Outside, the sun was pretty well down, and Ed was setting up for their dinner. He smiled when he heard Jamie reaching the edge. He was reliving the past hours, and the changes that came over him as related to his stepkid.....and Jamie...what of him? Something in these last 24 hours had exposed a sadistic streak in both of them. Though he felt the need to talk this out with Jamie, or both the boys, the lust, or desire that raged within him, was stifling him.

It wasn't long before Jamie came out of the tent, and picked through his boxers, socks, and other clothes, till he grabbed the shorts and T-shirt to put on, before he sat to a big burger and some soda. He looked over to his dad, as he sat into a chaise, and with mouthful of burger, he smiled broadly at Ed, who gave him a weak return smile. Hmmm.

Completely dark now, they didn't notice Tom coming across the yard from next door. "Hey guys," he surprised them, and shook with Ed, waving a 2 finger salute to Jamie. "Camping out the whole night, eh? Nice," he said.

"Yeh, Tom, grab you some snacks and have a sitdown. Drinks in the cooler." Tom took a hot dog and a beer. As he took a slug from the beer, the tent flap opened, but Tom couldn't see anyone. He looked from Ed to Jamie, and they were checking out the flap, with Jamie smiling. In a few seconds, Mikey's crawling body appeared next to Jamie's lounger, where he sat up, and back on his heels. While Jamie ate, he put the fingers of his free hand into Mike's mouth. Mike took hold of his hand and arm and really got into sucking his almost stepbrother's fingers.

Ed had no idea that Tom and Mikey had had a round together, behind the hedge, and in his guest room, before Ed came back with Jamie that morning.

Even though an outsider was present, in Tom, or maybe because he was there, Ed thought it might be time to talk through what had been happening here with the boys. Tom, afterall, had been part of Mikey's deflowering the day before.

"Jamie, Mike...come over here and let's have some mantalk."

"Sure Dad," Jamie said, getting up, leading Mike by the fingers still in his mouth, over to where his father was, near the grill. The kids squatted down, hands in their laps like little school kids, looking up into Ed's face. Tom leaned in from where he was sitting in the lawn chair.

"Some things have happened with....and well...to....both of you...Mike....Jamie," he addressed both kids, looking from boy face to boy face, getting acknowledging nods from both. "First, while you've known each other for a while now, you've never even given each the time of day," wherein the boys nodded, and smiled at each other, then looked back to Ed. Ed recorded that smile they each gave, since he was surprised, given what Jamie'd been doing to, and with, Mike. "Now, you're into some heavy duty boy play. And Mikey, since yesterday, you and I, and even you with Uncle Jim, and Tom here, may have become at least involved with you, in something that you don't want."

Mike took a start, and he frowned, showing maybe...was it worry?

Ed said, "What is it son?"

"Dad, can I talk to you ........ alone?" Mike asked.

Ed gave him a hand, and as Mike reached for it, he pulled him up, and with his arm around the boy's naked waist, they walked around the side of the tent. Jamie, leaned back on his hands, and Tom made small talk with him, while they waited for Ed.

"Daddy, I love........what we did yesterday....I wanted....doin' it," Mikey said, "I, uh, love you, and ....umm..." tears filled his eyes.

"What son? What else?" Ed asked.

"Well, uhhh," he sighed, "I know I never thought I liked Jamie.....well...I really do, uh, like him....really....a real......lot, I think. I want to, uh, ya know, umm, do, uh, things.....for him."

Ed leaned down and kissed Mike's head and held his naked stepson to him. That Mikey's cock steeled was not lost on Ed. They made their way back to the others, and Mikey automatically went right down on his knees, next to Jamie.

Tom looked to Ed, and Ed just gave him the 'OK' sign, and got back to the grill.

Tom got another hot dog. When he sat back, he was rubbing his pants.....and he caught Mike's eyes. Without a word, Tom set down his dog, and reached out his hand to Mike, who briefly glanced to Jamie, who winked, and smiled....

Mikey crawled to Tom, and positioned himself between his legs.

Tom spread his legs.

Mikey reached for his shorts button, and zipper. He fished Tom's dick out through the fly of his boxers. Tom's cock was the fattest of the crew Mikey'd been swingin' on since yesterday, though not the longest. Seeing that beer can cock for the first time, Jamie, sat up to watch his toy take it in. Nothin' made Jamie happier than to watch Mike struggle, and whale on a dick..

They all smiled when Tom's chair flexed, strained and squeaked as he started humping up into the kid's mouth. Tom was reeling, moving along fast...faster than he wanted, so he pulled out, easing Mike down on his back, while pushing his own pants and boxers all the way down, straddling Mike's face in a push-up position. He re-stuffed Mikey's mouth, as the boy gave out a muffled groan, "Orrrumphhh," and Tom banged his mouth til his mind rockets went off. Mike must have been 'throated' 'cause he was flailing his fists everywhere, and kicking his toe-splayed feet up and down, without hitting the ground. A few more seconds, and Tom's whole body fell, full weight on Mike's face. Mike was still flailin' and kickin', though. As Tom sat back, his manpole eased out of the throat vacuum it created, with a loud, "Stsweeutcckk!"

Jamie bust out laughing. "Nice face fuck, Tom!" he cheered him, "that was somthin'. Good boy, Mikey!"

They all looked back down at Mike...his arms straight out from his sides, legs spread, and heaving chest. The flickering lantern light shimmered over the boy's sweat-slick, gleaming body.

The 3 guys, were lost in thought, it seemed, staring at the boy there, on the ground, when they were shaken out by headlights from the drive, glaring across the lawn. Tom started scrambling to dress, and Jamie looked alarmed at Ed, but he just held a hand up, and said, "It's only Mike's Uncle Jimmy, I called him earlier."

Jimmy strolled across the yard, and greeted all, as he squatted down over Mikey's head, and rubbing the boy's chest, said, "And how are you doing, nephew?"

Weakly, Mikey answered, "Good, Unca Jimmy."

"That's my boy," he said, with a hand ruffle through the kid's sweaty hair.

"Say, Jimjam, get you some chow," Ed offered. Jimmy stepped over the boy, and reached for a burger and a beer.

Jamie snapped his fingers, and as Jimmy took a seat, Mike responded, and when Jamie pointed to a spot in front of the men, Mikey kneeled before them, hands clasped behind.

Jim wolfed his burger down, and called his nephew to sit in his lap. He shared some beer sips back and forth with Mikey, then pulling him cheek to cheek, he asked Mikey, "Wanna make Unca Jimmy happy, boy?"

Mike, still laying back against Jimmy, nodded excitedly, and Jimmy picked him up, legs and arms around him, and carried him into the tent, kissed him square on the lips, bellied him down, and dropped his pants and boxers. He lay completely over the boy, and slid his prick, effortlessly through the boy's cum lubed pussylips. "Mmmmnnnnngh," Mikey moaned. After a few moments, the crew outside could hear, "Unh, unh, uh, ah, ahwunn, uh, uh, uh," over and over as Jimmy's power poker reamed nephew pussy to renewed glory.

"Huh, uhuh, huh, huh, take me little fucker, unc-ca Jimuh-mee's giving you all he's got baby. Fuck for me. Fuck for me, boy! Oooooooo, cummmminnnggg!" Jimmy warbled. After a long quiet, they heard Jimmy saying, "Unca Jimmy's feeding you his jelly from your drooling pussy, boy....yesss, yeh, lick off all my fingers. That's a good boy. Now clean Uncle's boy pleaser, Mikey. Yessss, oophh, so tender, boy. You treat your Uncle Jimmy sooooo good, Mikey."

It was on its way to 11 PM, as Jim carried Mike back out of the tent.

Mike dropped to his feet, and then to all fours, crawling immediately to Jamie's lounger, where he kneeled up, hands behind him.

"Would you like some dinner, Mikey?" Jamie asked.

Mike nodded vigorously. Jamie waved him to the dried up leftovers on the BBQ tray. When he returned with a dog, burger, and potato salad, Jamie pointed to the end of the lounger between his bare feet, where he was to eat. After 2 bite's of the dog, Jamie said, "Take a bite of food, chew, and after you swallow, suck one of my toes. Keep that up till you finish."

The men just watched, transfixed, as Mikey's feet were crossed under him, sitting with his knees under the edge of the chaise, his plate between Jamie's feet, his head and face hunched over it, while he ate, and sucked toes, and smiled like a loon at Jamie. Taking it further, Jamie just rested his heels right in the boy's plate, "There, now you can get right into your meal, Mikey."

As it pushed on past midnight, Tom and Jim took off, and Ed did some cleanup, and told Jamie he was gonna check on Mike's mom, and would come down later, to spend the night.

Jamie just nodded, and said, "Great Dad, see ya later. No, no, you dumb fuck, the next toe, now." Mike readied his second hot dog, and after he put the mustard on, Jamie threw his feet in the air yanked his cargoes up and off, and said, "No you don't, buttface. Take that dog out of the bun, roll it into my crack, the chew it out of there....and I better not feel any teeth, either."

Mike didn't even flinch, he was long passed grossed out, and just mechanically planted the dog as deep as he could, length wise, using Jamie's crease like a bun, and started chewing a piece of it out of there at a time. When he was done, he had to lick and suck all the mustard out, too.

Jamie lowered his legs, and stayed bareass, as Mike finished the rest of the plate, back to the eat-and-toe-suck deal, till he was done. As Mike leaned over to get a soda from the cooler, Jamie cuffed the side of his head with his foot. When he looked at Jamie, rubbing his head, Jamie was shaking his head, 'No', crooking his finger, to bring Mike back and onto the chaise. As Mike's knees settled between Jamie's legs, he was yanked onto Jamie's cock. "Here's your fuckin' drink, pisswad......and don't you spill any either, faggot." Jamie gave him a belly full of piss to go along with the full belly's worth of shit the poor kid had already taken that day. With a foot to the chest he decked the kid to the grass beyond the edge of the chaise. "Beatoff fuckface, but don't cum."

Jamie dug into the cooler and took a beer for himself, and sat on a lawn chair facing Mikey, watching him pump. "Lemme see your tongue come out, boy. Yeaaah! Get up on your toes, in a squat, with your finger up your hole, fagboy."

Mikey started to get close, and was beatin' like crazy, and panting, and, "STOP!" Jamie screamed. Mike stopped in mid-pump, and stared at Jamie, pained.

Jamie propped his big toe up, curling down the other toes, and told Mike to fuck himself on it. The kid duck-waddled up, still with the finger in his hole, and worked Jamie's toe up as he pulled his finger out...and there he bobbed...knees killing him, and Jamie's little bobble-head boy fag finally burst into tears...."Awwww. Is my little dirthole unhappy taking care of his master? Toooo bad, faggot. Get off there and get down on all fours and lick my toe clean. Then get in the tent, and when I get in there, you better be duck waddlin' 'round and 'round in there, flappin' your wings and cluckin' like a chicken."

Mike was on hands and knees, tears running off his running nose, onto Jamie's foot. He didn't wait to be ordered to lick the tears and snot off Jamie's toes and feet...he just licked everything....and between his toes...and under the foot, and his cheek was rubbing into the grass as he licked underneath....and omigod, he was rock hard, and getting sooo hot!!

Jamie caught it, and pressed his face into the ground, yelling, "You fuckin' queer! Don't you dare get your nut. Get you cluckin' and flappin' in that tent, cocksucker."

Mikey, exhausted, sobbing, and trembling, crawled to the tent, and as the flap closed, Jamie propped his feet up on the cooler after taking out a second beer. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes, took a sip, and smiled as he heard, "Puck-puck, puck-puck, puck-puck." Just the thought of his power over this older, not quite stepbrother of his, this step-suck-kid, 'poled' him right up. He wrapped his finger and thumb, tightly around his boyhog. He sure didn't want to cum out there in the yard, with those boyholes in the tent needing attention.

When he heard the clucking, slowing and getting weaker, he yelled into the tent, "Louder, asshole!" Jamie got up as Mikey renewed, and speeded up the clucking. He doubled up, and choked on his beer, with his first look at his naked big-boy dirthole, waddling around in the middle of the tent, flapping his arms, throwing monster shadows on its walls. It was past 1 AM now, and Mikey had been serving Jamie, or the men, almost non-stop, for over 15 hours.

The beading sweat on his entire body, glowed in the light of the mantel lantern, which added to the eroticism, with its flickering.

Beer in hand, and sipping occasionally, Jamie walked right up in front of the waddling fuckboy, and made him stop, but he kept clucking, 'Puck-puck', and flapping his arms. Jamie looked down, and said, "Kiss my cock head fagboy, and keep flappin' and clucking..."

Mikey leaned up and into Jamie's semi-hard dick, kissed it without stopping his arm flapping and, 'Puck-puck'......kiss, flap, 'puck-puck'....kiss, flap......Jamie couldn't take it. He bust out laughing. Laughed so hard, tears ran down his cheeks, and he ended up doubled up on his knees. Mike was still puckin' and flapping.

Kneeling there, finally coming out of his hysteria, Jamie downed the rest of his beer, flipped the can, and sat down stretching his legs out on the blankets.

"Here boy," Jamie patted his thighs, "let's slide your pussy down my fag ram, and play rodeo."

Mikey straddle-waddled over Jamie's legs, and stooped over Jamie's now v-e-r-y hard cock. "Puck-puck, puck-puck, uh, unnnghhuh, pu-uh-uck, puck, unnmm," cockled Mikey, as he sank his master's rod into his boycunt. His heels down, toes up and splayed on both sides of Jamie, "Ahhhhhhhh, soooo gooood," cooed Jamie, "you feel like a leather glove wrapped around my pecker, fucker." He pumped his butt up, poke-fucking Mikey, three quick times, saying, "Ride, faggot, ride!"

Still clucking, still flapping, Mikey rode Jamie's boypole, and rode him, and......rode him. After many long, exhausting, gasping, knee-wearing, butt-humps on Jamie's tool, "Uh, un, nnnnngh, puck-uhpuck, eeeeearrrgng, oh, ohhuh, ahhhhhhhh," Mikey shot his wad up onto his chest, and Jamie's belly, and almost collapsed in the quaking of his aftercum.

Jamie just shook his head, and seeing that, Mikey went wide-eyed, fearing....what?

"Dammit, you dick! I said, 'No cummin', asshole, and you keep fuck-in' cummin'."

But Jamie, was too hot to plan punishment now. Hard and wild, he rolled forward and sent Mike over onto his back, as he set about power fucking the kid into the ground. Mike was so worn out, he most likely was numb to the fierce pounding his body was taking. He just lay there, smiling into Jamie's face, his head bumping onto the blanket-covered liner. "You motherfucker! Take it, faggot. I just love fucking fag brains out their skulls!" Jamie growled in sex-crazed rage, "Ahhhhhh, cummminnnngg! Fillin' your sorry pussy with Jamie-jam. Oh! So good. Sogood!"

Jamie pulled back, moved up over Mike's face, and had the kid tongue him clean of his own butt slime, and Jamie's cum. Mike worked his tongue and lips mechanically, over Jamie's tool, with little real awareness, what with exhaustion and body weakness taking hold.

After several long moments, Jamie pulled out, and while sitting back on his heels, he rolled Mike over onto his belly. He lay full length on top of the boy, and cheek-to-cheek, he quietly said, "You want to rest, Mikey?" Mike moaned. "Ok, we'll both get some rest, buddy." Yeh, right. Jamie, still hard as steel, slipped his prober right up Mikey's hole again, while he laid down, fully on top of Mike. "Unnnnnmmmmm," Mikey groaned, as his boypussy filled with his young master's prong.

Almost, reflexively, Jamie set to pumping Mikey-pussy, like it was the first time tonight. "Uh, uh, unhuh, uh-uh-uh," both boys grunted as Jamie fired up.

It must've been past 3 in the morning, when the tent flap flew open and, Jamie's dad came back in. Jamie didn't even look up, and Mike was almost completely out. Ed sat in front of Mikey's head, and Jamie reached his hand forward to him. Ed clasped it, and smiled at his son, as he lay back down and got back to boy-pummeling.

Ed ran his hands over Mikey's head, and through his hair. He leaned to him, and kissed Mikey's head. Mike took his stepdad's hand, and held it to his face, kissing it, then, after a long moment he reached for Ed's dick. Ed slithered up to Mike's face and the boy took his manmeat right into his mouth. In a lazed, tongue-laving, Mikey brought his stepdad off. Ed's butt pulsed wildly as he shot wad after wad into the boy's wide-open mouth, only to have all his spooge pool onto the blanket under Mike's chin.

They all finally slept.

Several hours into the morning, the sun shone brightly on the new day, and surely, another morning in service for Mikey.

Ed stretched and shook out the sleeps, smacked Jamie's naked butt where he lay curled, and spooned behind Mike, his arm around him, his face snugged into his neck. Ed gave Mike a similar smack. Both boys rolled onto their backs, stretching all limbs up and out. They had morning, piss hards, all. Ed went out behind the tent. Jamie, jabbed Mike, and said, "Get over here, boy, and drain me." As Mike crawled over, Jamie said, on yer back fuckwad, you know the routine." Mike did so, and Jamie rolled over, pushed his dick down into Mike's mouth and let go. Trained as Mike was by now, he didn't drool any Jamie-piss, took it all. Ed was getting breakfast ready, as the boys dragged ass out of the tent. Of course, Mike was crawling, and went back of the tent to piss. Jamie searched for his dew-soggy shorts. As Mike came back around the side of the tent, Jamie hit him in the face with his own gym shorts to wear.

After an uneventful breakfast.... well not quite.... as the boys got their plates of eggs, sunnyside up, bacon and toast, and went to sit, Jamie was shaking his head at Mike. He said, "Look, Mikey boy....you need to pay for all this unauthorized cummin' you been doin'. And anyways, you need to dress up your eggs. Beat off on 'em." Mike's face screwed up into a pained expression. Jamie started to get up with a menacing look, and Mikey quickly whipped his cock over his waistband, and pumped his boypud. As his knees started to buckle, and his body tightened, he unloaded wad after wad of teen cream onto his eggs. "Good job, faggot. Now spoon the goo off your dick and lick it up." When Mike's cock stopped drooling, Jamie let Mike sit, break open the yolks to let his cum ooze into them. "Now lick your jam and the yellow stuff up, together, dickweed."

Mike licked up all the egg and sperm goo, and it drooled down in strings. When he finally licked all the goop up, he was allowed to eat the rest of his breakfast.

Later, Jamie talked to his dad about getting him a tent, for him and his friends to camp out next week.

"Sure, Jame, we'll pick it up on the way home this morning. I think that'll be great for you and your pals, and you can set it up during the week."

"Thanks, Dad, you're the best," Jamie said.

"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. Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to Jarrod749@aol.com

Negative or positive comments welcome.

Next: Chapter 5


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