Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 03:09:33 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Rules: South Pacific 7

Road Rules belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. The story is just a
fantasy. These guys are not fooling around in real life and most of them are
straight. Don't read this if you are not 18 or older. Practice safe sex. And
generally, just be careful.

Hey guys, I really want to hear what you have to say, as the feedback has
dwindled down to almost nothing now. If you're sick of the story, or want
changes, tell me what or why. There will be some changes in the next few
chapters, so don't worry about seeing the same faces entirely in every one.


Dave's final thought before surrendering to sleep was hoping he would wake
up to nothing more than the sheer pleasure of having Abe's arms wrapped
around him. Fortunately, that was the case. Dave yawned, and pushed back a
bit into the comforting, leanly muscled arms of his friend and newfound
lover.

What he had not expected was to brush against another body. A beefy and
smooth torso, and a hand possessively wrapped around Dave's piss hardon. As
Dave's bloodshot eyes began to adjust to sunlight, he realized Shane was
beside him. And Chris was beside Shane. All of the men were an odd mix of
cum, sweat, and exhaustion.

As quietly as he could, Dave crawled out of the sardine can of a bed.
Turning on the shower, he paused to take a morning piss. All sorts of
thoughts clouded his mind while he squeezed out the last few drops, watching
the yellow stream trickle into nothing. 'How much did I drink?' 'What kind
of a slut AM I?'

By the time Dave stepped into the rejuvenating, warm spray, he was joined by
Shane, simultaneously scratching his eyes and his crotch (with different
hands). Shane, hair askew and stubble in place, was obviously not a morning
person. No smiles, no flirtations, just a solemn march to the sink. Sliding
some toothpaste on a soaped-and-watered finger, he added to the urine
settling in the comode.

"Room for two?"

Dave, trying not to watch and be fascinated by Shane's morning routine,
jumped a bit when Shane asked him that question. Shane sensed his
discomfort, reaching out to pat his stomach.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna jump you, I just want to get some hot water."

Dave meekly nodded, stepping back to make room for his quasi-teammate. Shane
grabbed a bar of soap and the two men faced each other, slowly but surely
scrubbing every private place on their young, firm bodies. Dave whistled a
happy tune, but was never quite able to look Shane in the eye. Finally,
Shane reached out towards him, holding a wad of shampoo. Dave was prepared
to leap onto the cold floor until Shane placed his hands in Dave's
close-cropped brown hair, thoroughly washing his follicles and scalp.

"I know what you're thinking. We didn't. Me and Chris, and you and Abe,
yeah, and I think me and Abe, but then he wanted to sleep. He put you in our
bed and we all dozed off."

"W-Wait. You and Abe?"

A pang of jealousy shot through Dave, but to Shane's notice, Dave's flaccid
penis plumped to half-hardness.

"Yeah. He thought I was you. He fucked me with his big cornhusker cock. He's
a hot trick. I bet you are too."

By this time, Shane had wrapped his soapy hands around Dave's shaft and
swollen, hairy nuts. Dave bit back a moan at the sheer debased pleasure of a
morning hand job. Shane leaned in close, licking and whispering in his ear.

"Chris fucked me too. In the gas station john. In the hotel elevator. How
many times has he fucked you? And when can I fuck you?"

Shane gently but firmly grasped Dave's left wrist and placed the hand on his
own revived manhood. Dave remained silent but complied with Shane's unspoken
command, pumping Shane's pretty, pert penis in time with the strokes to his
own cock.

Shane tenderly kissed Dave, a liplock quickly gaining in strength as their
tongues and teeth battled for dominance. The taste of mouthwash and
toothpaste meshed while the suds on Dave's head trickled down their faces.
Shane reached around to cup Dave's ample buttocks, feeling inside to massage
the load Chris had deposited there the night before. Dave groaned as an
early morning load sputtered out of him. Shane ejaculated into Dave's hand a
few second later.

As they continued washing each other's bodies, the two men felt more
comfortable with each other and hoped they would get to share more
experiences, sexually or otherwise. Dave was low-key, a peacemaker, and
Shane was a firecracker, but they both had a shy side which revealed itself
in their leisurely scrubbing and necking.

The bonding session was interrupted by the sharp trill of a hotel phone
ringer. Shane raced into the main room just as Chris and Abe were burying
their heads two-deep in pillows.

"Hey! No, the room's great. Kicks ass. Sure. OK. Just let me get ready and
I'll be there. Bye."

Shane dashed around the room like a whirling dervish, gathering up his small
suitcase and belongings, snatching the pillows from Chris and Abe's heads,
nudging them into waking up, and stopping long enough to stash a few bottles
of shampoo and liquor in a side pocket.

"The bosses need me to help with something. Don't know if I'll be able to
come back or not. If I do, then I think I'll have a great surprise for
ya'll. If I don't, then thanks for all the happy memories and hot cocks.
Bye!"

With a quick goodbye kiss on the lips to Dave, Abe, and a longer smooch to a
confused but receptive Chris, Shane left, muttering "ewww, morning breath"
as he ran for the elevator.

The three remaining men stared at each other in momentary confusion.

"He's certainly energetic," was all Dave could think of to say.

Chris and Abe nodded, eyeing each other warily as they stood up.

"Abe, meet Chris. Chris, Abe."

Dave's quavering voice and nervous laugh trailed off near the end. He wasn't
sure how the two alpha males were going to interact. After all, Chris had
been Abe's replacement on the trip. Their respectively brown and blue eyes
flashed with anger, the posing of their nude, muscular bodies suggesting
pent-up testosterone. They studied each other, every inch, every cranny,
until finally, Abe half-spoke, half-shouted.

"Did you fuck Dave?"

Dave was blindsided that this was their topic of conversation. He considered
stepping in, but Chris put a hand out to stop him.

In fighting stance, Chris tersely nodded.

"I had sex with Dave, yes."

Dave wanted to sink into the floor. Abe was glaring now, shaking his head.
Both Chris and Dave were anxious to hear exactly what he was going to say.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger, but this has to be a short chapter due to time
issues. The next one should be longer and hopefully have a few guest
appearances!

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