Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2004 09:01:48 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Travel Game.  Chapter 2

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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:
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Chapter 2.

 Pressing his hand against his fly and rubbing, Bry's somewhat softened peter
gave him another thrilling tingle through his body. He loved that feeling
that gave him chicken skins....and nearly buckled his knees.
   He gingerly stepped and hopped across the highway in his barefeet, looking
like some kind of runaway in that overlong tank and shorts. As he headed back
toward town, he turned to face the traffic once more....his thumb up. He
walked a ways when he saw a car turn the right blinker on and slow down.
   "Ahhhh, back to 'fortune building,'" he said to himself.
   As Cody pulled out of the rest area, and checked oncoming traffic, he saw
off in the distance that blue and gold jersey, and a car with its blinker on
approaching the figure. Cody rubbed himself and thrilled in 'that tingle,'
sighing, and as he gunned onto the highway, in his rear view mirror, he watched
the car that had stopped, pull back into traffic leaving vacant the spot where
that blue and gold jersey had stood..
...thinking to himself, "Back to 'fortune building.'"
   He rechecked his watch....

The Travel Game. Chapter 2

....hoping this was the magical hour to catch up with Brighton next time he
took to the road.
   Hopping into the rear of the big...hmmmm....looked like a 9 passenger SUV,
Bry thanked the man driving, who was with his wife. The man's hand came over
the seatback, and they shook. "Name's Rob, son....my wife Carol....a-n-n-d, RJ
and Dylan," he nodded and pointed to the back of the truck where two boy
heads popped over the seat, with big-ass smiles.....and then hands out to shake as
well.
   "Brighton," he said introducing himself shaking the kids' hands too.
   Looking front, then back....Bry wanted to join the kids in back which Rob
sensed, and said, "You might as well climb back with the kids and have a few
yuks together, but we won't be on the road much longer. We're looking to bed
down for the night and maybe you could direct us to a local motel, since judging
from your 'footware,' you a local boy.
   Bry grinned looking down at his bare feet, and blushed, and told him where
to go for the best local motel which was about 5 miles up the road, just
before entering town.
   Soon, as Rob looked into the rearview mirror, he saw the last of Bry's
butt going over the back seat, surrounded by his kids' hands giving assistance to
ease the boy down into the seat with them. "All set back there?" Rob called,
to a mix of, "Yo, Yup, and Yeh," from the three kids who were now positioned
butts to the edge of the seat, feet on the back window making faces at the cars
behind and giggling like fools. RJ and Dylan yanked their sneaks and socks
off to match up with Brighton's bare feet, and replanted them on the back window.
   "So how old you dudes...ahm 14."
   RJ spoke up and said he was 13, and Dylan was 12.
   Unabashed Brighton, went right to the 'meat' of the play...."Hmmm....12
and 13....
so you cummin' den, right?"
   Dylan said, "Whut?" and RJ blushed beet-red.
   Brighton snugged his face into his ear, and whispered, " Ha! You beatin'
the bishop, eh?" to RJ's bashful nod at the giggling Brighton. "S'okay, dude,
we's all doin' it....
makes yuh feel sooogoood, don't it?"
   Then with an eye shift, and a finger point....Bry made Dylan feel put down
when he giggled, looked at RJ, and RJ yukked, too. "Whut? Whut is it? Whut's
cummin'?" a pained, left out Dylan pouted.
   Bry, sitting between them, put his arm 'round Dylan's shoulder, and said,
"We gonna show you...but we gotta pick'a right time." With Dylan noddin', and
RJ in the dark, Bry said, looking from kid to kid and back...."You got any
cash?" They both nodded. "Good," said Brighton. "We gonna have class, boys.
Dylan....gimmee a buck....RJ....gimmee two." The naive l'il dupes dug into their
pockets and palmed three dollars to Bry, who stuffed the cash away in his pants,
then looked up to the front over the seat to see where they were, and checked
under his seat to see if any luggage was stored there. He was trying to
ascertain that if anything got started between him and the kids, they would be able
to finish without the parents 'bustin' 'em,' so to speak, by having to get
luggage or some shit out from the back of the truck.
   They looked to be relatively close to the turnoff to the motel, and before
he turned back to settle in his seat between RJ and Dylan, his fly was open
and his cock in his hand. "Hol-leeeeeeeee!" Dylan whispered out loud....while
RJ sucked in a breath.
The kids' shock came from both the boldness of Bry's move, AND the size of
his 7" cock.
   "Take 'em out dudes. C'mon. You guys just paid fer yer first
lesson....let's have no cuttin' class.....c'mon...get 'em out!" Bry hoarsely whispered.
   Slowly after Bry faked grabbing at both of 'em, the kids got their dicks
out, both their faces shining bright crimson. To their total shock, Brighton
mouth-dived both boys and sucked each cock head in his mouth and then sat back
up with a brother dick in each hand, jerkin' 'em off like a mad fiend. Both
boys were yelping under their breath, mouths tight, arching their backs up with
the toes splaying across the window. RJ went telltale rockhard and Bry took him
off in his mouth, with the kid ending up on his side away from Brighton,
bucking and spasming in a full sweat.
   He never stopped pumping Dylan, and before he could get his mouth over
Dylan's dick, watery boyshot fired into the window between his feet, after which
Bry lipped over him and took the rest down his throat.
   With typical carrying on by kids, the 'rents put no special meaning to the
yelping they heard when Dylan lost it, and anyway they were concentrating on
pulling into the motel parking lot.
   In 5 miles, Brighton had added to his 'fortune,' and took off two boy
dudes he didn't know 10 minutes ago.
   By the time the unloading began the kids were all yukkin' and goofin'
sitting back up in the back seat, and then RJ asked his dad, with Bry's coaxing,
if they could stay out in the truck after the adults went inside.
   Rob said, "Good idea. Your mom and I are gonna shower and relax a while,
so you can be your own bosses for a while...good. And you Brighton, it's
getting late.....
shouldn't you be getting on home?"
   Bry sorta 'Yeh''ed him, and then Rob went on into the room shrugging.

   "Okay...now you guys....blow me." It was like he said, 'Let's go for ice
cream,' and just as matter of factly. Dylan just re-opened Brighton's pants and
sucked his cock into his mouth giving him a tongue swabbing blow job, trying
to remember the movement of Bry's tongue on his own peter, the few seconds he
sucked him while he shot off.
   Brighton was entranced watching the black-crewcut head bobbing in his lap
till he finally held down the back of the boy's head as he let go with one cum
fireball after another. Sucking for air, Bry was bouncing in his seat til he
settled to an ebbing spooge drooze in the boy's mouth. He pulled Dylan off his
prick, then rubbed the boy's whole face into his crotch and around and
around, till he pulled him up against the seat back, hair-matted, sweaty,
cum-streaked face, gasping.
   "Dju like it, Dyl?" RJ anxiously asked him, grabbing his shoulder.
   "Huh! Uh! Ohyeh! Uh-t'riffic!" the boy gasped, not realizing his hand was
searching back in his own pants for his hot little poker again.
   RJ innocently looked from his brother's face, into Brighton's. Brighton
smiled, a hand to the back of RJ's neck.....and without a bit of pressure, the
neck eased down and tasted his brother's boy spit and Bry's dog-water ooze, and
he sucked in his first cock. The kids worked out there in the back of that
SUV...the parents inside the motel....Brighton telling Dylan, he needed more
payment than a buck for that second lesson, after which Dylan pulled out two more
wrinkled bills....his mind's eye didn't even think of the hotdogs they would
never buy....but more, of the hotdog poking out of Brighton's pants. But...he
got a surprise. Brighton said, "You kids got each other all the time. You
needa get down there on the floor and get going on your brother.... and you gotta
make this a reg'lar thing too. Dylan anxiously nodded, and swooped down under
Brighton's legs and between his brother's. RJ pulled off of Brighton when he
felt the hot wetness on his prick and smiled seeing his brother working him up.
He actually did get a vision of Dylan taking care of his peter every day from
here on....particularly when Dylan's anxious little boy face looked up into
RJ's eyes, with a mouth full of brother cock bent over and down into it.
   He was abruptly shaken out of that vision of the future by the cock at
hand that Bry yanked his face down over. It wasn't long before Brighton was going
off like the 4th of July once again. After a long dribble spooge over RJ's
licking tongue, Brighton pulled out, and gave RJ his first cock smack back and
forth across the face, getting a kick out of the blinking, flinching boy, who
couldn't duck the facial assault, and was himself out of control cummin' in his
little brother's mouth for the first time ever. He shook and trembled in the
fabulous joy of his 2d boyoff in less than 25 minutes, and by a second mouth.

   "Okay, dudes, last lesson for this afternoon: Cockplay should be
neat...and undetectable by 'rents...so RJ, how's about you lick Dylan's spoo off the
window, where he shot it in full view of the world....and you get to taste your
bro."

   They all three burst out the back of the truck and into the room. The
adults were straightening up, and in various stages of re-dressing for dinner, and
before Rob directed the boys for a shower, the door slammed and the shower
spray thundered within as the yelping and grabass ensued while the three little
cocksuckers washed each other and played with their dicks some more.
   Saying, "This might cost you guys more, 'cause it's supposed to be lesson
number 3, but I'll give you a hint fer free....." and with two soapy fingers
he searched out both boys' puckers, and they both jerked straight up with the
sting of Bry's fingers worming through their pussy lips. Time stood still while
Brighton quieted them and told them "Get to know the feel boys....it'll feel
better and better, and then even better when you do each other when you 'play'
together. Now, as he slipped another knuckle's worth into each boyhole, they
both bent their butts down onto each finger. "OHHHH-KAYYYY, you guys! You got
it! Slow now, up...yeh, down, and up...now a little faster....super!!" Bry
complimented their horny butt pumpin'. Their cocks were all rock hard, and
Brighton slipped both fingers out and put the Dylan-funked finger in RJ's mouth, and
vice-versa with the RJ funk in Dyl's mouth.
   Then he turned RJ around after showing him how to squeeze his cock under
the helmet, and then with Dylan right there at RJ's butt....he showed RJ's hole
to Dylan, winking at him....and pushed his cockhead against it. That's lesson
number 4. faggots, and we ain't got time fer that now...but you know how to
practice now.....
a-n-n-n-d, you got what to do it with," he said and smiling, yanking both
kids' rockhard puds.
   When they all came out, towels around them, Dyl and RJ were handed fresh
clothes to put on when they sat on the bed, and Rob pulled Bry aside, and
asked..."What is it, son?"
   Brighton said he didn't know what he meant, and Rob said he thought
Brighton might be faking that he was local, and that he might be a runaway.....and
he would like to help him, or get him home or something.
   Brighton lit up inside with the idea, and decided to play for time till he
thought of a way to get some extra play out of this. While he looked blankly
at Rob, stalling, Rob said, well, you think about when you'll let me help, and
meantime, mom's got RJ's other sneaks there for you, and you can come have
dinner with us.

   It was dark when then they all drove back to the motel. During dinner, Bry
made for the 'bathroom,' but actually grabbed a quarter of someone's tip off
a table and made a call to his folks that he was with a buddy at the mall and
they were gonna do a movie, and maybe stay over at his house that
night...careful not to give any name that could be called to check...and hung up. Dylan
and RJ, were cum'zausted from the trip and the afternoon's flurry of
cocksuckin,' and were all but out on their feet. They hit the bed and were out in no time
after trying to watch some TV. There was one other double bed in the room,
and when Rob suggested Brighton sleep with the boys, he opted to sleep in the
cushy back seat of the truck with a sleeping bag that was back there. They all
agreed...and the mom was sorta pleased with them not having a stranger in the
room with them, so all was going smoothely, and Brighton hadn't had to make his
move yet.

   After telling Bry he could stay up a while with the adults before taking
his beddown in the truck, Rob told his wife he was going outside with the boy
later to see if he could make some headway. She agreed he was being a good
'daddy' to Brighton, and should do that.

   After assuring that Brighton was settled, he fondled RJ's sneakers which
Bry had given back to him when he laid down, and Rob sat next to him on the
seat, saying, "How are you making do, boy? You're all alone. No money. You gotta
go back home son."
   Brighton shot up to one elbow, his head on his hand, and said he makes an
odd buck to get snacks and stuff....he would do ok....and said he was tough
and really happy with what he was doing.
   Rob pressed for how he can make any money, young kid that he was.
   Brighton hinted around that he sells....stuff. Immediately Rob thought
about his sneakers...."Did you even sell your sneakers?"
   Bry laughed...and lied...."Yeh," he faked a sheepish look-down and
kiddie-boy weak smile, that's one thing....yeh."
   "Well....whut else, son?....you got nuthin' else."
   Hoping this was the right moment, Bry flipped the flap of the sleeping bag
over the back seat and bared his rock hard 7" pud, the flared head off which
glistened above the boy's tight grip down at the root.
   Rob was shocked out of his mind! He was dizzy! Sweat beaded out all over
his face. This little kid bared his cock in such a bold, shameless way. He'd
never come face-to-dick with a scene more electrifying. When he finally got
control, but trembling from the forbiddeness of this....exposure....he just
blurted out, Whut?!"
   Smiling, Brighton said...."Twenty." Even though the move was a
stunner...and he had Rob reeling...Bry wasn't sure he had him, and, he hadn't been
throwed out of the truck on his ass....yet, sooooo..... The man was shaking all
over.  Brighton threw his legs up and over his head, peeling his pants and boxers
off in the same motion....mooning his asshole right in Rob's face, and said,
"Hunnert!"
   Rob was so shamed and shocked, he almost fainted.
   Bry made his move. The shape Rob was in, Bry could control him
effortlessly.  He lurched up with both hands and wrapped them 'round the man's neck and
made a face-plant of him right in his ass-crease!! Before the man had a chance
to think about what had just happened to his psyche...his mind...Brighton
yelled, "Eat me you cocksucker. Fuckin' eat out my asshole! You want it
mothafukka....you NEED IT!!!
EAT MEEEEEE!!!"
   The airtight vehicle muffled all, the dark tinting hid everything, and the
game was on, umimpeded. When Bry was getting hysterical from the man's
wildly-torturous tongue, which joyed Bry beyond his wildest dreams, it sank through
the boy's bunger lips and worked inside the tender ring....his first true
rimming!
   He opened the man's pants after his ass was released from the captivating
rasper. He gripped a sizeable hog...the maker of RJ and Dylan, and buckled the
man with each squeeze. Still holding on, he pulled Rob back down but on his
teener prick now and the man sucked voraciously....and then Brighton
said...."Gimmee your wallet Rob."
   The man didn't come up for air....he reached to his pocket, and handed
Brighton the billfold. As the man sucked in Bry's luscious boy smelling balls,
and his tongue worked out into that space between his nuts and his spit-sopped
asshole, Brighton counted the bills in the light from the motel sign outside.
There was $500 in the wallet. Brighton asked his frenzied ballsucker, could he
still make it with only $300.
He nodded with Brighton's nutsack being pulled taught by the action, after
which Brighton relieved him of $200 and dropped the billfold to the floor.
   Brighton was in full flight now, and sank that fully engorged 7 inch
joystick right up the man's hovering throat. "Swallow me, you fuck! Swallow! Throat
me off, cocksucker."
   Young Brighton went off like a firecracker and never let go of the gasping
throat-sucking man, till he started to shake from his super-senstive
after-cum dickhead.
"Thweeeeukkkk!" Brighton unplugged from Rob's wheezing throat, his whole body
bucking out of control on the seat.
   He was attracted to the light in their motel room being switched off.
Carol, Rob's wife would be sacking out now.
   He had Rob on the mansex run of his life...and he knew it! He couldn't let
him off now. He was putty in his hands.
   "He whispered loudly into Rob's ear, "You need it don'tchu. Jus' gotta
have it don'tchu. He rapped his 7" boy truncheon against the man's face and eyes,
and said "Strip mutha, you going down, and I don't think you got enough money
to pay fer the fun you gonna have now!"

    Inside, under the covers, RJ woke. He felt his brother moving over him.
Dylan was slipping down between his legs. He smiled inside, thinking to
himself...."Thank you, Brighton."

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