Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 14:02:22 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Rules: South Pacific 6

Road Rules belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. Not to me. This is
all just a fantasy. Aside from Shane, all of the guys in this story are
straight, and none of them are having hot sex together, as much as we may
wish otherwise. I know you're smart enough to see this is make believe, but
I have to say it. Don't read if you aren't over 18. And also, practice safe
sex, don't let yourself become a statistic.


This chapter is longer than the others and has more of the mushy stuff than
usual, but I think it's pretty good. Please tell me if you agree. Or
disagree. And what else you want to see! What do you think of the new guy on
the show? Cute? Awful? Too soon to tell? Would you like to see him in the
story? Or anyone else? Any ideas on the sexual situations with the current
lineup? Let me know.

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Dave could hardly believe the sight in front of him. Panicking, he gouged
the heels of his palms into his bleary eyes. Nope.

Still there.

Still Abe.

Abe's naturally toned arms trembled underneath his favorite Lifeguard
t-shirt. The bright red color only highlighted how pale and small he seemed.
Abe had always been pale, but the poor dude was practically transparent
right now.

"Hey, bro, just hate seein' you rag on yourself. You're a great guy, the
best person on here. Now I'm gonna go. I..."

Abe's next words were cut off by the massive bear hug Dave crushed him into.
Dave was hugging him as a friend, not a lover. Abe sank into the embrace,
burying his head inside Dave's warm, fuzzy neck. Dave closed his eyes, so
happy to have his friend back again, and pushed away the arousal slowly
kindling inside him at having this vulnerable hunk in his arms. All the
things he'd wanted to say to Abe but never expected to began to sputter out.

"I'm sorry I didn't fight harder for you. Violence wasn't the answer, but
you were definitely provoked. The group hasn't been the same without you. I
was so knocked on my ass about what happened with Donnell that I didn't step
in and defend you. Everyone always says I'm wishy-washy and I guess they're
right."

Abe reluctantly moved away from the stubble coccoon, holding Dave's head in
his hands.

"I'm not gonna listen to this trash-talk, bro. There was no way I could stay
with Donnell. If I hadn't gone I would have bashed his head in. Maybe this
was even a blessing in disguise. I cashed in my plane ticket and have been
going around the islands...seen some shit that MTV never dreamed of. It's
been a blast. And seeing you again..."

Abe's voice had trailed off to a whisper, and when he saw the pain and
hunger in Dave's tear-stained, sky blue eyes, he realized words were not
enough. Abe tenderly pulled Dave's head forward. Their lips inches apart,
they studied each other, the memories of their torrid and tortured
encounters flooding back to them. Cautiously, Abe kissed Dave, Dave's
stubble singing Abe's cheeks as they explored each other's mouths. Their
bodies melded together as all the pain and confused feelings began to melt
into lust, desire, and need. Their hands retraced achingly familiar places,
slowly tracing hardening erections and nipples through obtrusive clothes.
Dave moaned into the warm oral cavern in front of him when Abe squeezed his
ample rear end. Abe finally tore himself away, a trail of saliva briefly
connecting their bruised lips. Communicating without words, they knew that
as much as they wanted to renew their friendship, the aching in their loins
needed to be their first priority.

"Let's go upstairs, OK?" Abe gasped into Dave's ear. "Our dicks need to have
a talk."

Dave nearly giggled when he felt Abe's fingers crawling under his waistband.
"From what I remember, buddy, that's going to be a very long and hard
conversation."

Abe smirked and gently pushed Dave towards the door. Like characters in a
sitcom, they stuck their heads out of the door, scanning the club for signs
of Mary Beth, Cara or Christena. Abe didn't really want to deal with the
girls right now, and neither did Dave. Fortunately, they'd gone on up to
their room.

Abe and Dave managed to keep their hands to themselves while in the
elevator, but they did burst into an odd moment of laughter when they
noticed a long semen stain trailing down the left side of the car. The
brazen sight of that cock juice sent another surge through their erections,
and Dave tugged Abe into the hallway as soon as the car stopped on his
floor.

"I was only a few floors up. Fuck bro, are ya THAT horny?"

"I don't need to answer that," Dave replied with a wink, all the while
trying to jam his key card into the slot.

Abe snorted as he watched Dave try over and over to open the stubborn door.
The sight of that thin white card pushing up and down inside the gaping hole
spurted a fresh load of pre-cum into Abe's boxers. 'Geez, I'm THAT horny
myself,' Dave thought.

Finally, he placed his hands over Dave's, stopping his frenzied effort
temporarily.

"Dave, when we get in there, I wanna do that to you. Put my key in
your...uh...slot. I know we've never fucked that way before, but I want your
ass. Bad. Did from the first day we met."

Dave now had an even better reason for getting the door open and with a
final burst of effort, managed to do so. Abe shook his head and followed his
lover into the expansive room. A mini-bar, room service, two beds...good
stuff.

"Don't you have some roommates?" Abe asked as he began to tug off his shirt.

Dave turned around just in time to see the hint of Abe's naturally flat
belly. A visible tent formed in his shorts.

"They're not in yet. Probably partying with the ladeeez. We've got a while."

Slowly, nervous for reasons he didn't understand, Dave walked towards Abe.
One look into each other's eyes and they knew they wanted to make this last.
They slowly undressed each other, imprinting their eyes and hands with
permanent memories of their muscled, glistening, aroused bodies. Abe pressed
Dave's boxers to his face, filling his nostrils with the various bodily
scents and fluids of a man. Dave did the same with Abe's shorts.

There they stood, locked in embrace, completely naked. The only two people
in the world. Tongues extending, they dueled the tiny flesh organs while
carressing each other's abs and erect nipples. Abram's tits were juicy and
large, in the shape of pink bullets. He let out a loud, primal grunt as Dave
bit into his most sensitive areas. The tongue slid down Abe's torso, tracing
the three jagged indentations on his chest, stuttering inside his navel,
suckling his low-hanging balls one at a time. Abe was near the breaking
point, and when Dave nipped at the tender skin on the underside of his fat
prong, Abe could take no more. His cum spurted into Dave's nose and chin,
the side of his head, and across his own thighs and chest. Dave sucked the
mushroom head into his mouth quickly enough to drain the rest of a
knee-buckling, seemingly endless ejaculation.

Dave was nearly breathless from being impaled on the lengthy and wide tube
when Abe yanked him up by the hair, capturing him in a bruising, sloppy
kiss. Eager to taste his own seed, Abe ravished Dave's mouth, cleaning off
his teeth and gums and polishing his tongue. As they broke apart, Abe shoved
two farm boy fingers deep into Dave's quivering hole, earning a throaty yelp
from the injured party.

"Now I'm gonna plow your ass," Abe stressed. The feral glint in his eyes
both frightened and aroused Dave. He'd wanted this, but Abe was so dominant,
and so ornery.

The doubts began to clear as they walked to the bed, hand-in-hand. Dave
expected to be pushed down and have his face buried in a pillow. Instead,
Abe stretched him out on his back. Kissing and nibbling his way down Dave's
hairy thighs, Abe then propped the forceful yet nimble legs on his
shoulders. As Abe sucked Dave's toes into his mouth, one by one, Dave
moaned, remembering how Chris had given him a similar foot bath that first
time.

Adjusting Dave to push his knees against his chest, Abe dove deep into the
moist, dark crack. Dave whimpered at the expert rimming of his most
personal, private area. Abe ate as far into the tight crevice as he could.
When he leaned over Dave, nudging him into a kiss, Dave reached out for his
hard 9 inches, sliding the large glans up and down his hungry hole.

"You a virgin?"

Dave shook his head no, somewhat shamefully, as his cock slapped against his
belly at the thought of Chris slamming his thick beef in him.

"Well, after this you'll feel like one." Abe then began slipping his massive
tool inside Dave's rectum. Soon his coarse, wild blonde pubes were brushing
Dave's balls. If Abe was a novice to anal sex, then he was learning very
quickly. He started out with long strokes, pulling almost all the way out,
teasing Dave with the tip of his crown, then cramming back into the warm,
constricting folds.

As Abe's thrusts began to grow in intensity, the bed as well as Dave
convulsed in sheer, hysterical bliss. Chris had been very thorough, in total
control. Abe was freewheeling, insane, popping in and out of Dave's ass,
digging so far inside that he molested Dave's prostate instead of just
touching it. Sweat pouring into his eyes, Dave could barely see Abe's
reddening body towering over him, but he felt the commanding force. Abe had
total ownership of him, body (especially body) and soul.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the two understably distracted men, Chris and
Shane were having a private party of their own. They had arrived back at the
hotel room some time earlier. Chris had managed to beg off another
nut-draining encounter, preferring a long soak in the warm, heart-shaped
tub. Shane happily joined him, as the flowing waters would help ease the
throb in his ass caused by Chris' jackhammer of a schlong.

On opposite ends of the tub, they soaked, gently rubbing each other's
flaccid shafts and emptied sacs. The soothing waters and the afterglow of
hot sex had weakened all their defenses. They talked, about their lives,
their goals, music, Chris' faith and Shane's struggle with his father. Shane
had always preferred his guys dumb, silent and hunky. Chris was certainly
studly, and usually kept his thoughts to himself, but he was obviously not
dumb. Shane had already learned a few lessons from him and he hoped that
Chris felt the same way.

Their informal meeting of the minds was about to turn them into prunes when
some guttural noises from the bedroom area startled them awake.

"Dave!" they yelled in unison.

After managing to not slip up on the tiled floor, Chris got to the bathroom
door first. Peeking outside, he saw Dave being stripped naked, Dave on his
knees, then Dave on the bed. The man with him was...

"Fuck, is that Abram? I saw some pictures a few days ago. I think that's
him."

Chris nodded along to Shane's gasped comment. Couldn't be anyone else.

"He's...Abe's so beautiful," Shane whispered as he unconsciously slid his
hand down his wet pecs and stomach. "They're both so beautiful," he
whispered again, pulling at his now rapidly reviving manhood.

Chris felt like a perv for spying on his buddy's reunion celebration, but he
didn't want to interrupt. And being a voyeur, seeing what he wasn't supposed
to see...it was getting him horny. Shane must have felt the same way. They
remained behind the door, standing in the proper angle to see most of what
was going on. Chris began to hump his leaking penis against the door.  Shane
impulsively reached over and stroked Chris, rubbing his tight abs and
nesting in his trimmed pubes and heavy base. Chris fought back a moan as he
was caught between spying on Abe feasting on Dave's sumptious pucker, and
Shane pumping him another healthy dose of pre-come from his bobbing width.

Both men caught their breath as Abe entered Dave. Their bodies locked
together neatly, as if they had done this a hundred times before. Abe's
manic jabs inside Dave's hole slowly subsided to more subdued, yet still
powerful motions. Shane imagined Abe's slimy length buried balls-deep inside
his own waiting chute, while Chris flashed back to how snug Dave's ass was,
and fixated on Abe's pivoting, firm, hairless cheeks.

"Oh mercy, I wanna bite that boy's ass," Shane whispered as he increased his
strokes on the dual erections in front of him.

Chris licked his fingers and began to play with Shane's still-wet pucker.

"I wanna fuck that boy's ass. Bet he's cherry." Chris moaned at his own
words while he sank deep into Shane's Hoover canal.

"Like Dave was?"

Chris nodded, so, so close to orgasm now, shivering at Shane's hand
massaging his broad back in circles.

"Like you are?"

With that drawled question, Shane plunged two fingers inside Chris'
unspoiled asshole. Chris screamed loud enough to wake the dead, shooting
volleys of slightly dilluted seed on the bathroom door. Due to the fingers
knotting and twisting deep inside him, Shane shot his own wad a few seconds
later.

They were sure they had been caught, but miraculously, Dave and Abe were now
at their own orgasms. Shane's heart melted a bit when he saw the looks on
their faces, the affection and rapture behind the usual lust. They weren't
fuck buddies or tricks. They were lovers. They were making love.

"I hope I find that one day." Shane didn't even realize the words had come
out of his mouth. Hopefully Chris hadn't heard them.

Chris smiled his goofy, lopsided grin at Shane as they watched Dave and Abe
drift off to sleep. Chris leaned over to softly kiss Shane's forehead, and
stare deep into his beautiful saucer eyes.

"You will, Shane. You're going to make some man very happy."

Shane blinked back tears as those short but direct comments filtered into
his brain. Shane couldn't meet Chris' gaze, couldn't find the words to thank
him for his kindness in such a weepy drama queen moment. They stood in
silence until Abe's snores filtered through the rooms. Taking that as a cue,
Shane and Chris crept to one of the beds and slipped under the sheets.

The logical part of Chris' brain couldn't accept that he was going to share
a bed with a nude man, a nude man he had just spent the day having
passionate sex with. But Chris was too tired to care. He liked Shane, and he
certainly wasn't going to sleep on the floor or break up Dave and Abram. He
settled in beside the lanky young man. Sleep came quickly.

A few hours later, the call of nature bellowed at Abe. He had to piss
something fierce. As he began to stir he realized he'd never pulled out of
Dave. The thought of flooding Dave with his urine sent a buzz through Abe,
but he wasn't sure if Dave was into water sports. Shit, Abe wasn't sure if
*he* was into water sports.

He padded into the bathroom, flipping the light switch on while pushing away
the crust in his eyes. As he gushed out a torrent of urine, he saw himself
smiling in the mirror. He looked part-angel and part-psycho, as always, but
the grin was large and natural. He felt complete, settled, for the first
time since the trip started. No angst, no Donnell, nothing to get in his
way. Just Dave's gorgeous face and even better body...for tonight at least.

Abe stumbled back into the darkness of the room and crawled into the nearest
bed. The bed felt awfully heavy, but the warm body beside him seemed
familiar. That rump staring right in his face was certainly well-used. Abe's
boner sprung up for the third time in only a few hours. He had to plug that
hole, he just had to. So he did. Pushing all the way inside with one deep
thrust, he began to roughly fuck the sweet ass wiggling in front of him. The
murmurs of encouragement only made Abe sodomize with more zeal.

"Oh yeah...Chris...plow my bitch ass with that thick dick..."

Abe froze up in mid-slam. Or he tried to. But his hips had a mind of their
own.

"Who is this?"

A husky Southern accent responded to his words, while a practiced Southern
bottom matched his pelvic gyrations.

"Who is this? Is this Abe? C'mon Abe, fuck me. I want it. I want your bad
boy. Oh God, right there, my prostate, you're so
HUUUGEEE...FFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK..."

Abe was inside some guy he didn't even know, and yet, this queer was milking
his prick like he never imagined possible. Smacking the bubble butt which
fit so perfectly in his hands, he painted his anonymous fuck toy's inner
walls white. As Shane had his own explosion, he clamped down on Abe, getting
a few more drops from his sore manhood.

Shane and Abe were both completely wiped out by now. They braced themselves
for some kind of comment by Dave or Chris, but strangely enough, the only
response was muttering and snores. So they turned to each other, studying
each other's handsome but very different faces in the moonlight-illuminated
room.

"I'm Shane."

"I'm Abe."

Shane was already swooning over this guy, but he didn't want a punch in the
face or anything. He decided to tread carefully.

"Abe...can I kiss you?"

Abe nodded, and let Shane kiss him. The liplock was soft and exploratory, as
if Shane was in awe of the perfect mouth he was experiencing. As he pulled
away, he tugged at Abe's lower lip, smiling at the light purr he heard in
response. Abe then yawned so widely that he could have swallowed Shane's
entire head. Shane took that as a cue.

"Abe, you seem so tired. I won't kick you out of my bed, but it's obvious
how much you and Dave are crazy about each other. So maybe you should mosey
on over there."

Abe sleepily nodded, not really caring. Then he had an idea. The beds were
pretty big, much bigger than he'd expected. This could work.

"Be back in a sec."

With boyish enthusiasm, Abe bounded off the bed. When returning, he was
hobbling a half-awake Dave along with him.

"Wassswrong?" Dave slurred.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Abe kissed Dave's stubbled cheek and laid him
on the bed with Shane and Chris. Then he joined in beside him. Shane. Dave.
Abe. Chris. All naked. All totally exhausted.

"Night, Shane." Abe yawned.

"Night, Abe. Night, Chris. Night, Dave. Goodnight, John Boy." Shane
muttered, before he settled his head into Chris' lap and drifted into
dreamland, wondering what surprises the next day might bring.

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