Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 03:51:54 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Rules: South Pacific 8

Road Rules belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. Not me. This story
is in no way an implication of the sex lives of the men involved. It's just
a crazy, horned-up fantasy of mine.

Please keep the feedback cumming, readers! The season is winding down, but I
want to get a few more chapters out of this and would love to hear your
thoughts, whether they are positive or negative.


The past few weeks had been full of turmoil for Dave. First Abe left. Then
Chris arrived and spread him wide open for a fresh helping of beefstick
surprise. Then Abe came back, leading Dave to make some of the most
passionate and violent love he'd ever experienced. Then Dave woke up with 3
nude hunks in bed beside him. Now, after a quick goodbye hand job from
Shane, he was left with a fuming Abe and a sullen, wary Chris, standing on
opposite sides of the bed, their nude, chiseled bodies catlike in
anticipation of the next move.

"C'mon guys...this isn't Homo and the Restless or Road as Folk. It's just
some sex! Lighten up!"

Neither man seemed to be listening, nor did they interrupt their staring
contest long enough to acknowledge his comment.

Abe spit his words out crudely, not backing down in the face of the lasers
shooting from Chris' slitted stare. "Your type is so fuckin' rank, bro."

Chris smacked a fist into his open palm, his eyes barely visible now,
blazing with fire. "What's my type, BRO?"

Abe shook his head, his words choked and only half-audible.

"Y-You use guys...people, like toys. Don't even ask 'em half the time, you
just take. Then you pretend they're fucking invisible. That's what you did
to Dave. That's what..." He trailed off, suddenly unable to look Chris in
the eye.

Dave watched both men with rapt attention. Chris had been in battle mode,
every instinct primed, until the last few seconds of the conversation. Then,
his entire face changed. Simmering anger became knowledge, understanding.
Abe was lost in his own world of hurt, hugging himself tightly. Dave caught
his breath as Chris cautiously wrapped his muscled arms around Abe, pressing
their foreheads together, speaking directly to him in a near-whisper. In
spite of himself, Dave began to grow excited while watching the physical
closeness of the two bare, brawny alpha males.

"When I was younger, I only cared about making myself feel better. Didn't
spend a second wondering how I treated people. Then someone did the same to
me, just dumped on me, and I finally realized what that pain is like."

As they communicated, their cocks were having a conversation of their own,
slowly blooming to life, rising to mid-staff, the fat heads sloppily
kissing.

"Dave is my friend. I'd never hurt him. Or you. I'm so sorry, man, SO sorry,
that you've been jerked around. Got that? Are we friends now?"

Abe grunted, his lower lip quivering slightly. "Yeah, bro -- shit, I use
that word so much." He and Chris shared a tension-breaking laugh. "I don't
know why I get crazy sometimes. Thanks for talking me down. Maybe I was
jealous cause I wanted to be the first to..."

Sympathetically, Chris nodded. He had just noticed Dave's horny gazing in
their direction, or more accurately, the slick shafts poking each other's
bellies. Abe pensively chewed on that luscious lower lip, and Chris had to
resist the urge to smash a meat sandwich between that perfect cocksucker
mouth.

"Abe, you are super, super-hot. I want to touch you. Can I?"

Half-hearing Abe's whispered "yes", Chris was compelled by Abe's glistening,
broad chest. He began to kiss the smooth plates, stopping to sink his teeth
into the fleshy bullet nips. In the midst of Abe's moans, Dave stepped
behind him.

"Everything Chris says goes for me too, Abe." Dave smelled the back of Abe's
neck, licking away the salty beads of sweat, watching a few stray drops
slide down his straight spine. He expressed his devotion with a long string
of kisses and bites down Abe's back, finally stopping at his pale, tight ass
cheeks. He parted the formidable globes, marveling at how flawless his
lover's body was in every department. The sight of that winking hole made
his mouth water. He'd never done this before, but...

Abe barely noticed Dave's dilemma, as he was busy strumming his fingers
through Chris' close-cropped mane of sexy grey-brown hair. Chris was
tongue-fucking his large, innie belly button, laving the mini-hole with
desperate jabs, before making his way to the obscenely large, red-and-white
flesh sword jutting from between Abe's taut legs. Chris had sucked some
dicks in his time, but this was the tool to measure all other tools by.
While he stared up into Abe's strangely innocent blue eyes, he licked the
fat veins coursing through the underside, taking his sweet time to taste
Abe's sweet boy sauce. As Chris methodically pulled his own pud, he spied
Dave on Abe's other side, also crouching, also keeping his tongue busy. He
winked to Dave, translating a universal message. On the silent count of
3...2...1...

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!"

Abe's world was reeling. At the exact same moment, Dave had deep-tongued his
near-virginal anus and Chris had deep-throated nearly half of his 9 thick
inches. Their talented mouth digits worked him over, Dave's gentle
stuttering tickling the airs around Abe's rosebud, Chris' fingers kneading
Abe's massive, hairy low-hangers as his tongue kept a continuous circle
around the sensitive, steadily leaking glans and moist piss slit.

Abe knew he was about to come, and that they wanted him to. But this just
didn't feel right. So he reluctantly broke apart, dragging both men on the
bed by their swollen erections. Before either of them could protest, he
pushed Dave's thighs between Chris' head, giving Chris an eagle-eye view of
the ample balls and insistent 6 inches dangling from Dave's crotch. As Chris
eagerly sucked down his friend's rod, Abe dived head-first into Chris' lap,
trying his best not to gag on that amazingly wide twatfucker. He then
pivoted his legs to straddle Dave's face. He sank deeper onto the trimmed
pubes in front of him while Dave chewed on his nuts and licked up and down
his shaft. With the triangle complete, a subtle contest began of who could
hold out the longest. When Chris moved his tongue into Dave's perineum and
rectum, Dave gave in first, spurting a weak load onto Chris' stubbly cheeks
and pouty mouth. Chris was next, as Abe's straight-from-heaven dicklicker
lips and surprisingly skilled manipulation of his slimy shaft and tight sac
proved too much for him. One final nip at the tight skin under his crown,
and he shot into Abe's mouth. Finally, when Abe realized he was near, he
pulled away, facing the two panting studs while he violently jerked his own
meat.

"HERE YA GO, FUCKERS!!!!"

Thanks to his furious strokes, numerous volleys of ropey white cum exploded
from his volcano. Wave after wave splattered Chris and Dave's bare bodies,
from head to chest to their half-flaccid manhoods. By the time an exhausted
Abe finished and collapsed on top of them, they were drenched and sopping in
his man-milk. With Abe's help, they eagerly licked each other and themselves
clean, and knew that a new triumvate of pleasure had been formed. Dave
wasn't quite sure how they wavered between after-school special and gay porn
film so often, but the balance obviously worked.

A few hours later, after showering and shaving, Dave persuaded a reluctant
Abe to ask the producers to let him back on the show. The replacement hadn't
arrived in time, and Abe would certainly provide lots of conflict. As MTV
put ratings first, the producers agreed to the idea, as long as the entire
group consented to Abram's return. Although Cara and Mary Beth were
reluctant, Cristena, Dave and Chris were able to make them see the benefits
of Abe's strength in missions, and that he'd never had a chance to prove
himself thanks to Donnell's interference.

The next week or so was rocky for Abe and some of the girls, but he won them
over with his eagerness to prove himself. He was the ultimate cheerleader
and supporter, even staying quiet when Mary Beth shamelessly flirted with
Dave. After all, as Chris would remind Abe while tearing his wifebeater to
shreds and sucking him down to the root, Dave had every right to explore his
sexuality with either men or women.

A potential rough patch hit when they finally lost enough missions to once
again demand a member be voted out. There was some discussion that Abram
leave, but ultimately, Cara was enough of a non-contributor that she was
sent packing. Her replacement was supposed to be a young woman named Tina,
but she had been detained by airport security after getting into a slap
fight with a drag queen over who had the best manicure. She would not be
available before the season completed filming.

There were no other female alternates, so MTV sent a 19-year old named
Jeremy. With his Mediterranean features, unkempt black hair, and soulful
almond eyes, he was instantly attractive. He also had a lithe body
well-hidden under his baggy shirts and jeans. Jeremy was like an eager
puppy, desperate to prove himself. loved flirting with the ladies, so much
so that Mary Beth wondered to her fellow roadies if he was overcompensating.
Chris kept quiet, as he usually did in group conversations, but he privately
swore to Abe and Dave that Jeremy was a bottom. And he wanted to prove it.

One day when they were alone in the RV, Chris made his move. Jeremy was
sitting on a bunk, thumbing through a magazine. Chris stood beside the
clothes bag, rubbing his beefy fingers against his stomach. Jeremy watched
out of one eye.

"I ever tell you I wanted to be in a boy band?"

Jeremy snorted, tossing the glossy paper in Chris' direction. Chris smirked,
raising an eyebrow.

"I'm serious. I love Justin Timberlake, have much respect for him."

Jeremy seemed to lick his lips at the thought of "JT". Chris inwardly
grinned, and then yanked his tank top over his head, letting Jeremy ogle his
bronzed chest and pointy tits.

"There's just some things I couldn't do though, that you're expected to do."

As Chris kicked off his shoes and pulled down his socks, he waited for
Jeremy to press him further. Jeremy was like a puppet on a string at this
point.

"What were you expected to do?"

Chris shook his head, shrugged, reached for the snap of his jeans.

"Y'know...suck cock, take it up the ass."

Jeremy's eyes bugged out of his head. He was trying so hard to maintain
composure that Chris almost felt sorry for him. But not enough to stop
himself from moving on with the next phase of his plan.

"Some guys are born to be bottoms. To push a dick between their lips,
swallow semen like second nature. I don't have a problem with that. I just
don't go that way. How 'bout you?"

As he waited for Jeremy's response, he pulled off his jeans, now wearing
only skintight grey boxer-briefs, with a huge bulge in the front. Jeremy's
saliva had ruined the magazine, and his baggy jeans were throbbing with a
noticeable boner.

Chris smiled down on his new toy, benevolently. Lovingly. He stroked
Jeremy's smooth face, and behind his ears. He'd forgotten how much fun these
games were.

"It's OK, kid. I'm not gonna judge. Just say the words. You're a cocksucker.
You want to eat my meat."

Jeremy whimpered, his nose and mouth only inches away from Chris' blooming
basket. Still, he hesitated. Chris sighed and pulled down his boxer briefs.
The resulting plop hit Jeremy's face with a fresh coat of pre-cum. That used
up the poor boy's final reserves of will.

"I'm a cocksucker. I love sucking and fucking, and I have for a long time.
Just let me...please..."

Jeremy's hands and fingers seemed so delicate when wrapped around the
mammoth 8 1/2 inches facing him. But as Chris tenderly stroked the bottom
boy's hair, he could sense the kid had the mouth of a pro.

Jeremy slid the first few inches into his mouth, savoring with his tongue
and lips, spreading the flavor around his teeth and gums like a wine
conisseur. As he began to swallow a few more, the door flung open. He tried
to get away, but when Chris saw that it was only Dave and Abe, he held
Jeremy's head firmly in place.

"Hey guys! Shane's coming back tomorrow, with Eric, Darrell, Sarah and..."

Abe's boisterous shout died in his throat when he saw Chris, feet spread
apart, buck naked, having half of his towering glory gobbled down by
sweating, slobbering, bewildered Jeremy. Dave was equally surprised, as well
as amused. Chris continued his dominance over his new friend, and had only
one piece of advice for the intruders:

"Lock the door, and drop your pants."

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