Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 13:45:36 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Travel Game.  Chapter 3

    Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
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:
jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The Travel Game.
Chapter 3


  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-sensitive
after-cum dickhead.
"Thweeeeukkkk!" Brighton unplugged from Rob's throat, his whole body bucking
out of control on the seat as he shoved the bigger man roughly off his cock.
   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."

The Travel Game. Chapter 3.

   The boy shivered and shook as he blew his load into his brother's sucking
mouth.
   The covers were rustling like they were foraging fer nuts...well one of
'em was.   The covers also muffled the gawking boy between RJ's legs. RJ slipped
his hands down to Dylan's head and neck and smoothed them over the boy, and
then Dylan's incessant tongue swashing over his sensitive dickhead, jolted RJ
and he jerked up into the bedclothes 2 or 3 times, before he managed to save
his tender cockhead from the squirreling boy animal under there.

   Out in the back of the SUV, their father was hurrying to comply with his
boy fucker's demands, and get all his clothes off. Brighton was none too
patient, and was tearing and pulling on whatever was still hanging on Rob's near
naked body. Bry finished the task as he tugged off the last sock, and then
fwummp'ed on top of Rob full length. He ground his burning teen nakedness into Rob's
newly bared skin. Bry's 7" power pud drove between the man's legs and
scrooched over and over and up and down against Rob's nuts.
   Brighton tongued the man's lips in one swipe, then arched up and spit
square over his face....and again. Bending Rob's outside arm back and under his
side, he managed to turn the bigger man over. Rob easily gave in to the turnover
to ease the pain of the unnatural arm twist.
   With the man over on his belly, Brighton spread Rob's butt cheeks way wide
with his fingers, then hawked up another goober and spit between them. He fed
a finger in through the seeping spittlegoo, and eased into the man. Once he
passed the first knuckle through his ass ring, the second slipped in next to
it....and then...the third.
Rob's eyes were welling up as he bit into his wrist pained by the stretching
of his tender bunger skins.
   Brighton worked the fingers 'round and 'round, and started to fuck then
through the slot. The steady 'shlokk'ing of the fingers-full suctioning hole had
Brighton crazy, and he slipped them out and sank his boy dick through in
almost one motion.
   Growling in a hoarse whisper, he railed at Rob: "You cocksuckin' faggot!
You finding out how much you need big dick, man. You need it man! You need it
wherever you can take it...whutevah fuckin' hole you can get it in. Don'tchu?!
TELL ME YOU FUCK! TELL MEEEEEE!!!"
   Brighton didn't lose a stroke while he was pounding the boys' dad into
next week. Rob squealed in a tiny whimper into the seat his face was buried in,
"YESSSS!!! I need it. I need cock! Pleeeeeeeeese! I need cock, boy...I need
cock!"
   That was a surprise...that he even knew he was gettin' fucked by a boy,
given the size of that ax handle up his chute, was something to be said for his
mental capacity, albeit fast diminishing .

   Omigod! Brighton fucked his brains out! Brighton had gotten off so many
times the whole day, that his staying power without cummin' was approaching
legend for a horny teenerboy this night in that back seat. To be sure, as Bry did
reach his flashpoint, he had the whole truck bouncing on its springs as he
banged that man inside out before shooting a fiery wad down his manhole. Brighton
didn't have that much experience to know whether these climactic explosions
carried any spoojuice along with them after 6 - 7 cums in just a few hours. He
just knew how gooooood it felt....and how much he wanted to feel it.

   Both boy and man sucked in and exhaled as Brighton flopped onto the man's
back. He pushed his hands onto Rob's hands and squeezed, sighing and
repeating, "You good fuckin' mah man....goooo-ooood fuckin'. You needa make guys
happy....home.... AND on roadtrips." Rob just flattened deeper into the seat, and
sighed, squeezing the tips of Brighton's fingers into his.

   Inside, Carol slept soundly, worn out from the heat and the tedium of the
long drive that day. In the other double bed, the animal rustlings continued
unabated. After Dylan had blowed RJ, the big brother brought his knees up under
just the sheet, and pulled Dylan by the jaw between his legs to suck his
balls like Brighton had shown him earlier. The boys were sorta diagonal on the
bed, left headboard corner to right foot corner. This way Dylan could lay
completely flat head to foot, and remain covered by the sheet.
   RJ was getting crazy from the constant ballsuckin' from his brother. With
all the strength he could muster, he went from frying pan into the
fire...pulling Dylan's mouth off his nuts, and into his butt slot. Dylan was soon
'tasting' his big brother like he was in the business. RJ started bucking in a wild
frenzy, pulling his pud like crazy. Dylan jus' kep' on keepin' on, and his
squirrely little tongue worked its magic inside his brother. RJ could hear the
slick-lick sounds of his brother's joyful service.
   RJ knew there was almost no time, he was cummin'...he needed Dylan...no
time...Oh! OH! NO TIMMMMMMMME! Still pumping his prick, he got one of Dylan's
hands and covered the cockhead with it covered by his own hand, as he jacked off
into them.
   Mannnnn! There was no hiding their antics if Carol was an average sleeper.
RJ's head snapped side to side and then finally buried itself into his pillow
to stifle his whining siren, arching his back up, and flopping back, over and
over. Dylan was more fidgeting around than anything. Once he felt his
brother's spooge seeping under his hand, and in spite of the excitement on the ends
of his asshole-sucking tongue and lips, he pulled out of RJ's bung and went for
his second most best fun thing since this afternoon....lickin' up his
brother's jellyjizz.
   Long moments passed with Dylan performing due dilligence on RJ's cock. In
what seemed like a long time, a little slithering was happening under the
sheet, and soon  slipping out onto RJ's pillow and against his cheek, was
Dylan...smelling every bit of the funk of RJ's ass and cum. RJ's arm surrounded his
kid brother-sucker and squeezed, pressing their cheeks together. Their
contentment assured, with sighs between the sated boys, RJ soon jerked up, craning his
neck and looked over at the parents' bed. He didn't know what time it was, but
it had to be really late....and his dad wasn't in the bed. He nudged Dylan,
and told him their dad was 'missing in action.' They both giggled.
   But RJ was bugged. He must have lay there a good 'nother 20 minutes to a
half hour, wide awake.
   He had it. He had to find out what was up. He mighta been even a bit
jealous that maybe Brighton was gettin' too much attention here. He went to the
window, forgetting his boxers which were somewhere in the foot of the bed in the
tuck of the sheet prob'ly.
   Pulling the curtain and blind slat, all he could see in the light from the
motel sign was the truck. There was too much glare off the windows. But there
was no one outside, so they weren't just sitting outside talking.  "Where
could they..." RJ got distracted when he felt Dylan rub up against him. As he
turned to Dyl, his boxers were shoved into his hands....he smiled in the dark
thinking how his brother doted on him. Then as he stepped into them, he thought
further about how this 'doting' was going to be greatly expanded in future.
   An'ways, Dylan was tugging on his arm wild like, and pointing out the
window. RJ quick looked back outside, and saw nuthin'. Shrugging he bent down and
whispered, "Whut is it?"
   "Rockin'....the car....it's rockin,'" Dylan whispered back.
   They both looked at the bed where their mother slept. Motionless.
   Though RJ hadn't seen anything, he figured, whut's to lose...they'd check
outside and see if dad...and Brighton were 'round. They crept to the door, and
gently opened it making sure the lock button didn't snap. Actually, it wasn't
on, 'cause their dad had never come back inside.
   They barefooted out onto to the walkway, and pulled the door closed softly.

   Back inside the SUV, Brighton who lay tightly to Rob's back...sealed like
velcro by their sweat, spit and body heat, stayed hard and stayed inside that
butthole. He soon responded to the tingling prickhead starting to wriggle his
meat around inside of Rob and banged the man's ass all over again. He barely
lifted off Rob's back, just butt-snapped his ass and pile drived Rob to get
himself off another cum inside the boys' dad.

   Pretty late now, Rob and Brighton actually slept for a bit. When Brighton
woke, he slipped out of Rob, and reached under the man's butt and into his
ball sack. There was sticky, gloppy goospoo there. He wiped it with his fingers
and reached to Rob's face and rubbed it to his mouth. Rob woke to his natural
tongue swiping of his lips and slupped up Brighton's jam. If he had second
thoughts...it wasn't obvious, but Bry was right at his ear reminding him that he
eats cum and blows cock in case the little nap had made him think it was all
just a wonderful dream.
   In short order, Brighton had Rob turned over on his back imitating a
turtle. He climbed on his chest and fed him some cum-sticky boy schlong. "Ooooh,
chisel my cockhead across yur teeth, man...yeh like'at. Oooohmmm. Feels great.
Yeh! Suck me off man...clean off your big ol' playtoy, and get it ready for
duty."
   Rob lapped up that boy dong, maneuvering it around with both hands across
his lips and tongue whippin' it over and under, and longways down to the balls
and back over top on the big vein on up to the Bry's newly oozing cockhead.
   "Tell me, man. Tell me," Brighton spoke firmly to him.
   "Brighton, boy....fuck me boy. Gimmee this pretty dick where I need
it....ohhh gimmeee boy."
   As Brighton moved down, he smacked Rob a belly shot and said, "You got it
man...you got IT!"
   All this scrambling around had the SUV rockin'. Bry got into position and
raised 'turtle's' legs up as he foisted his meaty cock up to Rob's smiling
manpussy. The naked young teen sank his heat seeker right through Rob, who
groaned so loudly, it surprised them both. Surely, it was brought on by Rob's new
need, plus the natural shock of Brighton's re-entry. Rob yiped once more when he
felt the steady cock-slide across his inner hot spot.
   "TELL ME YOU FUCKIN' SLUT! BEG ME!" Brighton screamed.
   Rob, his face tear and sweat-streaked, shiny in the motel light through
the heavily tinted windows, looked pleadingly up into Brighton's dimly lit face,
and wailed, "Please Brighton....fuck yur man....FUCK YUR DADDY....BRIGHTON.
FUCK YUR DADDY!"
   Deeee-fucking-lighted, Brighton smiled him one shit-eatin' grin as Rob
ended his last plea for Bry's cock. Suddenly, Brighton's head snapped to the left
when he heard a gasp in stereo.
   Maybe both scared...surprised, as well as shocked that someone else had
gotten in the truck and caught Brighton in mid-fuck....he heart stabbed...but
then a big smile broke over his face. Hanging there over the forward seatback
were two faces
....two boy faces....RJ and Dylan....in shock! They had just heard their
father beg Brighton to "FUCK YUR DADDY!"

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