Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 09:23:19 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Note Just Another Hickhiker Story, Part Two   by Jay Roberts

Not Just Another Hitchhiker Story, Part Two   by Jay Roberts Gay
Adult/Youth

I suddenly got the idea of calling room service while they were getting
washed up.  By the time they finished and I got in there, the food would be
here...maybe...room service takes twice as long as you would expect.

I could hear youthful laughing and shouting from the bathroom.  I hoped it
would still function for me.  There voices now belied the thin veneer of being
midterm adolescents. I had learned that Jeff was 15 although he carried
himself like a twenty year old.  Mo was 13 and looked it except for his
unexpected hairiness.

I ordered three deluxe hamburger plates, chocolate cake and a coke for me
and two milks for the kiddies.  They needed something healthy.

The bathroom door flew open and the two tumbled out laughing hysterically.
No being in on the joke I just sat glumly.  I eyed their inexpertly dried
bodies now gleaming.  They were sleek like wet seals, their flat chests and
tiny nipples contrasting with old guy's breasts.

"I'm popping into the shower.  I ordered food.  It should be here later by the
time I finish."

I found the bathroom a mess.  You put kids in a bathroom and It gets to the
contemned state.  I picked up the little used bottles of shampoo and other
stuff like wet towels and even took off the toilet paper decorations around
the light fixture.  I said, "Kids!" in the same disgusted voice that grownups
use but then I softened and smiled.

I finished my shower pretty quickly and wrapped the last remaining towel
around my waist and returned to the room where I found the two kids
stuffing their faces with the food I ordered.

Jeff smiled at me.  His mouth was stuffed but he managed in his deep voice
to say: "I signed for it and added a twenty percent tip.  The bell hop was
cute but I didn't start up with him.  I saving myself for you, just you," he
ended singing it.

Mo said, "Thank you Mister Greg for the food.  I was really hungry and I love
milk."

Jeff guffawed, "He's just a baby.  I told him that I have all the milk he needs
for a strong healthy body."

What a card that Jeff was once you feed him.

I joined them and we three finished up fast.  There was a sense that this
was not the big event of the evening.  Now came the silly time.  Jeff
somehow reverted to an earlier age as he pranced around shaking his pert
ass at me and pinching Mo's tiny ass cheeks.

"See Greg, he has fine hair in his ass crack.  Arabs are sexy, you think?"

I nodded and checked my watch.  "It's getting past nine.  I'm a little sleepy.
You guys?"

I looked over to the couch.   "We can do this by age.  Jeff and I could take
the beds and Mo the queen sized fold out bed.  Okay?"

Jeff put his arm around Mo.  "You like?  I'll help you set it up.  You like the
name queen size?"

Mo was not happy with the whole discussion.  "Fuck the couch.  These beds
are big, maybe king size.  Jeff and I can take one.  I'm skinny and won't
take up too much room."

"You need a bed for yourself if you get a hardon at night."  Turning to me he
said, "The kid has a cobra in his pants.  It's bigger than either yours or
mine."

I slipped into bed.  I realized that all the driving and then dealing with these
kids had worn me out.  They are so energetic they made me feel old in
comparison.  And getting them to do what I asked was like trying to pack an
inflated balloon into a grocery bag.

As that happy before sleep feeling rolled over me I stopped the decent as I
heard sounds from the next bed.  They were kind of purring sounds.
Although the light was off, there was enough light from the transom over the
door to made out Mo snuggling into Jeff's back and expressing his
enjoyment.

I saw Jeff reach a hand back and pat the younger kid on the shoulder with
uncle like affection.  Fuck, they were as cute as a basket of kittens.

I tried to slip back into that pre sleep mode but I heard more sounds from
the other bed.  I looked over again and now they were facing each other and
kissing.  Now that was not what I expected.  Here you have these two wild
kids who preyed on gay motorists for cash.  I never thought they were gay
themselves.  From now on I will always suspect street kids who get slipped
money for accepting a blow job.  Who knew?

Now there was more movement.  Mo had reversed himself and slipped under
the covers and pushed his groin into Jeff's face.  Jeff stared at the elongating
snake before his eyes.  In the dim light I could see the slim eight inch
lemon/tan colored swagger stick bobbing in front of his face.  Then Jeff's
eyes closed and his face took on that look of sexual trance as Mo began to
noisily slurp Jeff's thick big headed cock.

Jeff likely hadn't done it much before.  He was the predator in sex situations
but he was overcome with sensations produced by the Arab gamin and took
the kids prick in his hand, stared ai it a moment and then dove in, encircling
it with his thick tongue.  At that, the bedf sheet covering Mo was thrown
back and the kid watched the older boy sucking him wildly.

"Go Jeff, go.  I am almost cuming already."

Jeff spoke out of one free side of his mouth.  "Hold on.  Let me catch up."

Mo apartently got the message and returned to his sucking duties.  In a
moment they were high with passion, grunting and moaning away.  A
moment later Jeff cried out.  "You fucker.  I'm cuming,"

Mo nodded and kept sucking and I could see the Adam's apple on his thin
neck bobbing as he swallowed Jeff's spunk.  Then the kid's body became
rigid as he began spewing into Jeff's craw.  They must have had a lot
because they heaved and grunted and groaned for more than a minute.
Then with a gasp they rolled aside on their backs and laughed softly.

"You're a hot babe," Jeff finally rasped.

"You think so, ugly man."

They reached over to hug each other and when Mo was facing in my
direction he said loudly, "Look poor Greg, he's hard and no where to go."

Jeff also looked over at me.  "Help is on the way."


End Part Two