Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 09:27:59 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Travel Game.  Chapter 7

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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:
jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The Travel Game.
Chapter 7.

Brighton smiled over at Donny and said, "Drop us both off at my house....he
can go on home fum'ere, after I fuck his ass the rest of the morning. Whatta
yuh say, dude," Brighton said smacking Danny's chest...."ready to give me that
hot ass for the resta the day?"

Donny got them back on the road and soon enough they were air blasting the
big rig out front of Bry's house and the two bare-chested, barefoot teens slid
down the door to the ground clutching their shirts, and Danny had his socks in
his sneaks, tied laces hanging them from his shoulder. Donny promised to look
for Brighton in future runs on the highway, and said he might even come by the
house if he was ahead of schedule.

Dan and Brighton reached up to slap hands with Donny and the big rig belched
and eased away from them down the quiet rural street.

"Hey Chuck," Brighton yelled seeing his older brother when they came in the
house. "Meet Danny," Chuck and Dan shook, "he blows dick....if yuh horny, check
us out in my room in a few and he'll make yuh happy, man."

Danny was stunned to be a straight boy 'outed' like that to a strange kid,
and the expression was pain that spread across his face and disappointment at
how mean he felt Brighton was to do that to him.

Bry just ignored it, and jabbed the bigger boy in the ribs and shoved him
toward the stairs.

They were settling in, with Brighton showing Danny his 'puter and X-Box, and
the games he had. Dan had relaxed and forgot about how Brighton embarrassed
him when they were introduced, when just then Chuck strolled through the open
door, walked up to them and with a big strong hand to Dan's teen shoulder, he p
ressed the kid out of his chair to his knees as Chuck pulled out a dick that
looked to be Brighton's twin. He slapped Danny's lips with it, saying..."So
let's see how much you like cock, Danny boy...let's just see....."Gwawwwwuppff!"

"Get the door, Brighty. Le's not get no disturbin's, eh?

Brighton jumped up and latched the door.

"Nnnnnnghhh....nice...nice boy, nice," Chuck hummed enjoying his pecker's
tongue ride. "Hey, Bry, the guys are coming over in a bit to watch the game
downstairs." Chuck gripped Danny's chin and had him look up at him with that mouth
full of dick slab, and  said, "You gonna have a great time dude....just a
great time."

The Travel Game.  Chapter 7.

Brighton doubled up laughin' at the fucked up kid....sweat beading on his
scary forehead....drool already bubblin' from the corners of his mouth and over
the top of Chuck's prick renewing it's forceful face pounding.

Then, while still laughing, Bry pointed at his brother and shook the finger,
blurting out, "Not till ahm done wit'im bro....after you nut, man...I got'im
the rest'a thuh mornin'."

Chuckie was starting to short-breath now, and went into short-stroke, his
whole body shaking and head bobbing....so it wasn't clear whether Chuck was
nodding yes to Brighton or was just in full teen blowoff. Whewww! He grabbed tight
to the back of Danny's head, and rammed three times hard into him before
holding the kid in tight to his cockhairs, and then "Nnnnnghhhuhhh! Uh! Uh! Ahhh!
Face me you lil creep....FACE MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

It was long, l-o-n-g seconds that Chuck was pasted to his cocksucker's face.
At last he eased back, stumbling backward into a chair which he fell into at
Brighton's desk, sucking in all the air he could to get himself under control.

Brighton is pointing and roarin' now. Chuck's cumshot was seeping out of
Danny's nose. Poor fucker's throat got cockjammed and the boycream backed up and
out his nose!

"Shhhnnnnuckkkk! Smmmoawkkk!" snorted Danny as he doubled down, head to the
floor.... ass up.

Brighton's shorts are dropping and he's hot-footin' over behind Danny. He
reached around in front and while smooging the cumsnot all over Dan's face he
collects him some brother fuck lube to swab his prick and without ceremony
shocked his big brother as he methodically positioned his handsome 7 inch dick at
Danny's unsuspecting upraised hole, and bottomed in the young fucker to his
curlies.

"Owwwwllllummmpfff!" Dan sounded off in reaction to the raid on his pucker.
The recovering Chuck planted his still sneakered foot to the back of Danny's
neck and pushed his head back into the floor. Tears of joy and his fantastic cum
welled in Chuck's eyes as he tried to focus on his kid brother.

Bry smiled at Chuck as he broke into full boy rut inside Danny. There was no
missing the fact that Chuck was still rock hard and ready for action. His head
was spinning. The thought that his kid brother was fuckin' boy ass! The fact
that Chuck had never funned out any kid's ass himself was adding to the
overwhelming nerve rattling emotion spiraling up and down throughout his slender
teen frame! Fully recovered he suggested that he and Brighton 'gang' Danny and
pound his ass a few minutes each for a bit, and then blow their loads in his
fuck chute one after the other.

Brighton was always for new things, and nodded as he stepped back with a
guiding hand to his cock, watching Chuck replace him. There was little sound from
Danny...their new rent-a-cumdump. To think Dan had never even looked for more
than a passing glance in the showers at another dude's dick. Now, as he raised
his head off the floor for the first time since Chuck sneakered him down
again, he gazed on the head of Brighton's butt- slimed prick just before it rammed
through his puffed up lips. Mannnnn...he had swollen lips at both ends.

Brighton really played with his new 'friend' now. He slowly eased his prick
out of Danny's mouth and he gawked at the sight of Danny's tongue following his
dickhead out of his mouth and his head jutting forward to recapture it!

Bry shouted to Chuck, "Ohhh mannnn! Yuh gotta see this! He fuckin' needs it
man. He's tongue chasin' my meat when I pull out. Lookit! Lookit dis! I can't
b'lieve it! Oh man-o-man! I can sure pick'em. I got myself a real dickboy,
here! Oh Chuck man...GET OUT of 'im! I need in that asshole right NOWWWWW!"

Brighton sprung up off his knees from where he was fuckfeeding Danny, and ran
around behind barely giving Chuck a chance to pull out. Chuck was getting a
kick out of seeing his kid brother in such a fuck frenzy....and for the first
time. He'd never enjoyed the funs of watching Brighton in action when he played
the 'travel game' so this was a novelty for Chuck....annnnnd....he was liking
the fun of it all. The most they ever did together was the afternoon Chuck
gave Brighton jack off pointers when he asked his big brother about the bed
covers rustling at night when they shared a room. This was the first time he saw
Brighton as 'grown-up'....as almost....well, an equal....maybe moreso....Chuck
had no real sex'perience himself. To think his kid brother was taking the
lead! Even sorta coachin'im along.

Shaking his head, Chuck came out of his trance and held his dick back in
Danny's face. He held it just in front of him and teased his lips, once, twice,
and he yowled, "Brighty boy! You right!" Chuck wailed. "The fucker came right
out after my dick man. This is one needy cocksucker, bro. Oh man! This is so
gooooo-oooood!"

Chuck teased Danny now....."Easy....e-a-s-y....stick yur tongue out and hold
it out there straight...yahhhh! Like'at! Jus' lemme lay it right on dere.
Mmmmmmm," Chuck mooned. He picked the dickhead off Danny's tongue which
instinctively curled up in search of it. Cum drooze and spit goo tethered from tongue to
prick. Chuck eased down to the quivering boy tongue and as it started to swab
the hard teen prick, once again Chuck pulled it away. Each time more spit
strands seemed to hang from cockhead to tongue slab. Chuck laid it to Danny's
tongue again...again...and again, before sinking it deep to the kid's
throat..."Guwwacckkk!" In a bit, Danny recovered, tears streaming down his cheeks and
vacuumed Chuck's dick with renewed abandon....even turning his head and lips left
and right wildly, almost thrilling another load out of Chuck.

The brothers switched boyholes over and over for the next half hour. They got
in such a fuck rhythm, they almost pulled out of ass and face at exactly the
same second to switch places. At one point, they completely flattened Danny,
belly to the floor when Chuck was banging him down. Brighton sat into Dan's
face, spreading his legs wide and pulling Dan's face up, planting his cock in it.
He looked up and patted Chuck's head, pointing behind him, with this big
smile on his face. Chuck looked back over his shoulder in mid teen pummel, and saw
Danny's legs flying up off the floor at the knees and whipping up above and
sometimes hitting Chuck's butt cheeks. Looking back to Brighton, he
said..."Geez...fuckin' dude loves it don't he!??" to Brighton's agreeing smile and nod.
Bry was still reveling in his choice of boy pickups.

Then they got creative. Brighton always liked to see his fucktool's face, and
Chuck was thinking there hadda be a better way than getting up to swap boy
ends. They flopped Danny over on his back, but the carpet kept them from
spinning Danny around to the appointed dick. Brighton was the smart head in the
room....and he grabbed the plastic trash bags he used for dirty laundry...dumped
'em out, and laid out the two-layers of sheet of plastic under Danny's back and
butt. Then they got all giddy as they whirled him 'round and 'round like a top
with his feet and toes in the air, his fingers meshed between his toes.

Alas....their dicks took control again and they stopped the now dizzied
fuckboy long enough to prong his face and tail and off they went into their now
very unhurried boythumpin' marathon.  They wanted to hold their loads and make
the first new cum in his ass, one after the other. Brighton wanted to fuck
through his big brother's spooge when he got his nut, so he wanted Chuck to blowoff
first.

Neither brother realized what this....and they themselves meant to each other
till Chuck was in the throes of his massive cumshoot up Danny's hole and saw
the admiring look on Brighton's face. For his part, Brighton, always was so
independent, his own boy, and always in control...and now he had that look of
'Mannnnn...that's my big brother!' as he watched Chuck buck and pump before
squeezing off the last of his jizzjam into Danny. Still gasping for air, Chuck
slid out on the slick of his own teengoo, and handed Danny's ankle to his little
brother.  Brighton grabbed the ankle like a lever and spun Danny's ass 180
degrees to his dick. He just glowed with a big teethy, shit-eating smile as he
diddled his cockhead in his brother's oozing cum there at Danny's bunger.
Finally, in a sort of trance, he slid home v-e-r-y slowly over that
brotherlube....savoring every second that his cock was able to feel Chuck's spoo squoozing
over his dick knob like icing on a cruller. Brighton actually swooned in his joy.
His boy nips hardened up from the chilling thrill. His  toes curled up off
the floor as he shivered and quaked from head to foot kneeling into Danny's
asspucker.

Chuck and Brighton would never see each other the same way again. They were
both man-boys now....boy-fuckin' man-boys!

The 'shhlikky-schlik' boy quivery sound of Brighton's dick surging in, then
out and then getting into fuck-a-boy rhythm was thrilling both brothers. "How
you like it, dude?" Chuck  asked leaning way over above Dan's face to speak to
him.

Fuckin' Danny....amazing! He tried to answer while his tongue was out
searching again for Chuckie's missing cock...."Yahhh! Uhhhhh...like
it...yehhh.....cock....ummmmm...fuckin.... nnnnghhhh," Dan responded.

At this point, Brighton had pulled Dan's feet bottoms up and pressed them to
his cheeks as he reached his gut wrenching boy thumping climax. Brighton got
crazed. His tongue snaked out and licked at the kid's insoles on his face, and
then as he arched back up and snapped the last of his pearljam up into Danny,
he pressed the boy's feet together and sucked his both big toes into his mouth
and bit down.

"Yowwww------!" Danny screamed....cut short when Chuck covered his mouth.

The brothers looked blank at each other for a long moment...then bust out
laughing as Brighton fell into Danny's chest, his cum-sopped dick slipping out of
Danny's ass furrow. Chuck huddled over top of Brighton. They giggled and
wheezed together like that for a long while...their teen pile of arms, legs and
assholes rising and falling with their breathing. At last, and with smack to
both kids under him, Chuck roused Bry and Dan and said, "We need to get a shower,
lunch and get the playroom ready for the game....and the guys this
afternoon." Another special smack to Dan's butt brought a yelp with Chuck's reminder to
the kid that he was gonna be performing for all Chuck's buds in a few hours.

Danny's whole life...his world turned upside down when he accepted that ride
in the truck with Don and Brighton. The thrill and the fuck....the naked
closeness and boysex had him drunk with needs he never had.

Before Dan got any illusions of equality, he was downed in the tub to his
knees where Brighton, and then Chuck, pissed all over him, and made him drink
from both dicks at the same time. Chuck's head was spinning with the feel of his
little brother's dickhead dueling with his own in another boy's mouth!

They had Dan lather and rinse their bodies.....had him finger their butts
clean and then had him tongue up their bungs. Chuck was giggle-mad when his
brother coaxed him to let Danny rim him. "You saw him do me, man...it's the
best...whole 'nother world I tell yuh. Do it Danny...SUCK HIS ASS!"

"Ohhhhhgoddddddddd! Oh Bryyyyyy....I never ohhhh...ahhhhhmmmmsooooogoooood!"
Chuck goonied with his head throwed back and in a half knee crouch with his
tailhole open to a wild boysuckin' tongue!

Brighton was whipping his dick like crazy getting off on the site and
'shlkkky' sounds of Danny's fevered tongue up his brother's hole. Ohhh....duuuuude..
..'nothing's better than that first time tongue diddle.....or the fifth....or
the hundredth for that matter...is there?!?

Chuck was hard, bucking and pumpin' his pullet as the kid ate out his boy
bung. Each rut buck drove his hole deeper onto the boy rasper wigglin' up through
his assring.  Chuck's squeals of glee echoed around the tiled room. Danny
swabbed his tongue completely up and down Chuck's teenboi slot now, and not to be
denied, Brighton sidled up hip-to-hip with his bro to get his own share of
slot slickin'. "Day-yammmmm! Can yuh stand itttt!?"
Brighton warbled.

Chuck was the most out of control with the newness of all this, Brighton's
travel games had made him 'experienced' in the ways of boy-boy play. Everything
that was happening was each and of itself, a whole new thrill to Chuck. He
found himself wondering if he ought to follow through with this 'Danny play' that
afternoon. He and his buds....like every teen crowd had always funned about
fags, and fag bashin' and all, but that was all talk....or was it? He would
talk this out with Brighton.

They grabassed and wrassled around as they broke out of the bathroom and
across the hall to Bry's room. In just board shorts, a pair loaned to Danny by
Chuck, they padded barefoot down to the kitchen where the brother's mom greeted
them, met Danny and put a coldcut plate out with all the extras and bid them a
good lunch before heading out into the garden.

Brighton let Danny off the hook and they just sat to the table and had lunch.
He did have a glimmer of a cocksuck fantasy under the table with Danny on his
knees, but somehow, he calmed down and just grabbed three sodas for them and
sat down.

Leaving the kitchen in a holy mess of crumbs, spills, leftovers, and dirty
dishes, they went down to the playroom to check out the arrangements. They
stocked the table with chips and pretzels....iced a cooler and dumped some
soda....and a few sneaked beers..... into it, and just as they were getting the
channel on the TV, heavy feet were thundering down the steps.

"T'supp...fuckerrrrrs!" roared Brad as he caught first sight of the brothers
and Dan around the TV. Tripping down the last steps and falling into Brad was
Jeremy....class clown in Chuck's grade....to accompanying yukks from the kids,
and the typical descriptive, "Fuckin' asshole," from Brad who elbowed Jeremy
and shoved him.

          [Chuck had whispered a few  concerns about how they could open up
the
           suckboi scene with the others and not be dubbed as queers
themselves. "I think
           up sumpfin," Brighton promised.]

Brighton jumped when Brad clapped a hand to his shoulder as he was breaking
from his scheming with Chuck, barking, "See you back fum yer 'travel game.'"
All Chuck's buds knew Bry went on these adventures but they never really knew
what he did except just hitch to nearby places.

"Yah," Bry grinned back and said, "and here's da prize I brung back wit' me,"
he said pushing Danny forward. Gripping Danny at the elbow, he said, "Meet
Danny, Brad...he blows dick," and then Bry doubled up laughing when Dan shocked
up again and Brad's face blanched.

Recovered, Brighton said, "Dan, dis is Brad, all around fuckin' dick."

They all laughed and Brad made a feign at backhanding Brighton, then shook
hands with Dan. Still, Brad was hesitant at shaking hands after the cocksucker
tag Brighty slapped on Dan, albeit short-lived.

Jeremy was into the pretzels, and then the cooler....a beer was his choice.
The others grabbed something to drink and as the TV blared the start of the
pre-game show, the kids all flopped to watch. Bry positioned right next to Dan on
the couch. Chuck sat on the floor watching Bry for the first move the
smart-beyond-his-years kid made. Jer was on his belly on the floor, Brad stretched
out at the other end of the couch from Brighton and Danny.

In a few moments a hand-smacking scuffle broke out between Danny and
Brighton. "Fuckin' queer! You keep yer hands to yerself err you gonna be swallering 7
inches  faggot!" Brighton railed on the befuddled and confused Danny who was
holding his hands up in defense of the younger dude's relentless smacks and now
punches, screaming, "I didn't---uh--uhh---do nuth....". Brighton was up on
his feet on the couch pummeling the bigger kid.

There were three grade levels here...Brighton was youngest and the only one
his age. Danny was older a bit than Brighton, and Chuck and his friends were
the oldest.

When one shot hit Dan in the belly, his knees came up to block the ceaseless
shots at his head and body. "You wanna play motherfucker, you gonna play
awright...and you be startin' on 'iss!" Bry yelled as he whipped his meaty prick
out of his fly and shoved it the poor stunned fucker's face.

Chuck glowed. The game was afoot. Brighton was brilliant! He piped up into
the 'play' now, and in answer to a questioning stare from Brad, Chuck said,
"Yeh...fum the minute Brighty met him this morning, he pegged him queer. We
awreddy been funnin' him, but I don't whut happened here." Chuck jumped up when
Danny's knees pulled up, and he yanked the kid's shorts right off his butt and up
off his hiked-up legs and feet. Danny was bareassed to the room....and the
boys!

Then Brad's face brightened in a big shit eatin grin....."No shit?" He turned
to Jeremy who first looked back blankly. Brad's hand absently slid up and
down the fly of his shorts, and
then Jeremy 'got it" and he grinned too, turning over onto his back to watch
the fun.

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o shit!" Brad brayed again, like he was eggin' himself on as he
got up.

Brad was a well-built, muscled boy, bulkier than the others at about 160,
5'10", dark brown brush cut,  brown eyes, pug nose....his bare chest was
well-defined. "N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o sh-e-e-e-e-e-i-t-t-t-t!!!!! Well....I know dis,
man...he ain't gonna be lacking fer eats today."

Brad was up standing next to Brighton and Danny now, and was beading up sweat
at the sight of young Bry's studly, pounding boy prick puffin' out Danny
cheeks....in and out and in and....

As the first gob of spit and prefuck drooled down Danny's chin, Brad's left h
and went to Danny's bare shoulder....his right hand digged inside his
waistband....

'Ba-rum--ba-rubumber...' pounded the sneaker feet on the stairs as the other
kids stormed the scene....

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