Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 08:34:06 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Travel Game.  Chapter 9

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descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
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jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story.  The Travel Game.
Chapter 9.

As Brighton shuffled into the quiet playroom by himself, his mind went to
Chuck's sneaky 'doings' while the others were preoccupied. He looked all over,
and then, under the sink of the wetbar were all the baskets.

He pulled them out onto the bar and looked in the first one. The notebook
paper in it had an 'A' on it. He lifted it up and the smell of cum was
overwhelming as Brighton pulled his face a way back.

Next basket, 'J'; next, 'JW'; next 'BU'. Chuckie had secreted the cum-filled
rubbers of each of his buds! Brighton stared from basket to basket to
basket.....his hands reaching in absently fingering each paper....then the questioning
blank face of Chuckie's little brother broadened into a big knowing
smile....he nodded there to and by himself....no doubt brother Chuck was a freaky
boy....but did he NEED something....something velvety smoothe, moist at the
tip....hard as steel yet soft to the feel....in his mouth....up his ass? did he? and
did he need it....regular? A-n-n-n-n-n-n-d, could it be B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N who
had that very moisty, meaty solution to Chuck's problem hangin'?

Chuck patted Danny's left leg in the front seat and made small sympathetic
talk with Danny over the life-changing day he'd had.

"Hey man. We didn't really talk about'chu today at all. You been, yuh
know....doin'iss stuff a long time?" Chuck asked.

Tears welled in Dan's eyes, and he blubbered...."I NEVER did diss stuff!
EVERRR! I jus' hitched a ride this morning....and Brighton....he....and the
trucker guy....den alla you!" and he just convulsed into heavy sobs and hung his
head in his hands in the front seat.

Then it seemed Chuck was at his worst as he seemed to just ignore the weeping
young teen and asked, "So hey....you wanna suck?"

The sobs  grew into a wail at Chuck's words, and Dan just leaned down and
started to pull at Chuck's shorts.

"No...no, dude. I mean, how 'bout if I suck YOU, dude?" Chuck shocked Danny.

The Travel Game.  Chapter 9

Chuck smiled in the dark...a little bit nervous. The boys could hardly see
each other in the dark as Chuck pulled to the highway shoulder. Chuck's tongue
worked into Danny's armpit, as his hand wormed into Danny's shorts. He dug his
face into the kid's armpit like a ravaging savage, and growled even, when he
smufkked in there. His tongue suck-swabbed the inner smurffy boy pit.

Danny moaned in a low but building whine, "Ohhhhh....dooooo ittttt.....pit
me.....eat my pit.....eatttttttittttt....ohhhhhpleeeeeese!!!"

Breathlessly, both boys were grunting there as cars whizzed by rocking them,
and Chuck whispered into Danny's ear as his fingered the kid's dick, "You
think we can get some time alone when we get'chu home?"  Danny's head snapped into
the headrest as Chuck's mouth consumed his teenboi rock hard cock!

Chuck's tongue voraciously swarmed....attacked Danny's prick! Like he
couldn't get enough....fast enough! He was snorkin' and wolfin', slobbering spit and
prefuck into Danny's dick hair, and Danny even felt a slight cooling and a
tickle from the drooze of goo slithering down to the underside of his nutsack.

As he moved to make himself more comfortable shoved into the corner of the
seat and passenger side door now, he got the thrill of his young life when he
felt the ecstasy of a humping prick riding almost the full length and back of a
boy's fevery tongue...."Ohhhhh!!"
he moaned and shook from the super-sensitive stimulations.

He rutted back thru Chuck's vacuum lips again...again. Now he grabbed the
back of Chuck's head and pumped the older dude's face with rampant abandon....he
was....was....cummmmminnnggggg!!!!!!
"Awwwwahhhhhhhhhh-uh-ung-uhhhhhhhheeshhhh!" he yowled and wheezed as his whole body shocked up off the seat four
successive times,
and just quaked with every swab of Chuck's rasper over that hotspot under
Danny's cock helmet. When Chuck finally released Danny's still steely peter and
leaned up to look at Danny, the young teen's head was thrown back on the
headrest....he heaved a sigh, and sucked for air. His eyes were closed as he settled
limp against the seatback. His hand aimlessly slid down and caused Chuck to
shiver as it settled on his butt.

Chuck ran his hand gently across Danny's naked chest, and nibbled at his
boynips....first one, then the other, making Danny jolt and jerk with every touch.
His hand dropped down to cradle Danny's boner, which he gave a squeeze and
then sat up to put the car back in gear.

"S-o-o-o-o, whatcha think?" Chuck said, breaking through the fog in Danny's
head.

Danny shaken out of his aftercum, blubbered, "Whu-uh, huh, whut?"

"Can we get some quiet like...private time at your place when we get there?"
Chuck asked, following up his earlier query.

"Umm--uhh--yehh-uh-yehh, I guess. My mom'll pro'lly have sandwiches and stuff
for me, so, we could have some stuff tuh eat an' all," Danny replied.

Chuck smiled, and said, " Yehhh, that too."

Dan gave the last few directions to Chuck and soon they were pulling up to
his house.

As they got to the door, Danny had forgotten his pants were open and his dick
was arched out in a semi-stiffy, which Chuck told him to holster. He was so
fuckin' embarrassed in front of the older boy who just blowed him. He was still
in total confusion after the wild afternoon gangbang, following the morning
reamage he took from Chuck and Brighton.....not to mention the opening round
after he hitched the ride in Donny's truck.

His whole life was upside down. His mouth and ass were deflowered countless
times in the last 10 hours, and he even got blowed for the first time himself.
Now here he was with one of his initial tormentors, and it seemed like....he
didn't want to even think it could so happily be true....but it did seem like
he was taking control here without even lifting a finger to make it happen. He
shook his head back and forth like to shake out cobwebs. His teen brain had
too much to absorb too fast. He didn't want all this muddly fuckin' head torture.

The boys were treated to plates full of food from Dan's mom who gave him a
smoochy 'mommy' kiss when he came through the door, and left the two kids
together in the kitchen after she introduced herself to Chuck.

While they wolfed the food, Chuck diddled Danny's crotch from under the table
across from Danny....driving the kid crazy!

Danny took Chuck into his room after, carrying the not yet empty plate of
sandwiches and chips. Chuck rattled the walls with a soda belch as they went down
the hall. Chuck paid careful attention to the rooms and it was clear Dan's
room was far from the parents', and the bathroom also was at the other side of
the house. That left the coast clear for limited interruption or accidental
eavesdropping.

"How'sa come yur room is off here at the far end of the house dude?" Chuck
asked.

"Oh, that's 'cuz it was a real tiny house before me, and they added a room
out here. They didn't think to add a bathroom at the time, so I get to trek the
whole house to piss.

They snickered, when Chuck said, "....tuh shit and shower, and beatoff, too!"

"Yehhh-h-h-h, that too," Danny laughed.

Chuck closed the door behind them, and noted the latch and threw it, saying,
"The good thing is, you far away fum the 'rents when you wackin' yer Willie
back here."

"Yeh, yur right. I ackshuly love it this way," Danny said.

He took the plate from Danny and plopped it on the bed. Yanked Dan's shorts
right down his legs and the young, shamed kid stood bareass to the whole wide
room!

Before Danny could even turn to Chuck he'd been face-planted into the
bedcovers, and Chuck's strong, firm hands were plying his butt cheeks wide open so he
could bury his face, nose and tongue up Danny's bunger.

Danny was screaming into his pillow. He couldn't believe the thrill of having
his asshole ate out!!! Who knows? Chuck'd sure never showed any inkling for
this kinky action when Brighton was around. So either Chuck's been 'playing
with boys' or, well he mighta done some pussy-lickin'. He did date a lot...but,
it was pretty clear that the only dude in his crowd who'd been laid up to then
was Brad. And Brad, he was a whole 'nother  story. Didn't look like there was
anything he wouldn't fuck....or eat, to get his funs.

Anyways, Danny's out of his mind. His pillow's soaked in tears in no time
from the sheer ecstasy of having a teen tongue burrowing into his innermost
secret dark boy part.

Soon, Chuck was over top of Danny and whispering to the whimpering boy, "Now
you gotta keep quiet, dickhole, 'cuz ahmena turn you over now, throw yur legs
over yur head, suck yur balls and eatchur asshole out again. YOU GOTTA BE
QUI-ETTTTT!"

Danny pleadingly nodded, 'Yes.'

He was flipped, feet above him, and he bit his own upper arm when he felt his
balls scooped into Chuck's mouth. He had a terrible fear the fucker would
chew them off, intentionally...or by accident. He cried to himself at being so
stupid for letting a strange bunch of kids take him over like this....and now
even in his own house....his own beddddd!

His cock had wilted in the earlier shame, but as Chuck's finger diddled his
winking pucker while he sucked Dan's balls, he started a grunting groaning rant
of joy. He was bucking back and around with his balls so soppy and heated
inside Chuck's mouth with the kid's tongue swirling through and around the soft
nutsack. Danny was mad out of his mind as Chuck's finger frigged his bunghole
at the same time. His dick was steeled and leaking like a faucet onto his firm
teenboy belly.

Chuck's finger drove in to the hilt as Chuck released the kid's nuts and went
for his dick on a three-swipe course from root to head over the huge and
bloated cum tube underneath. Danny bit into his arm again. Tears just flowed in
his boyjoy sex'citement.

He just....just could not believe this day. And then, after the way he was
just 'taken', by the mob of kids that afternoon, who could have imagined he
would get it all back in spades tonight!

He felt vacant as the finger pulled out quickly, but was replaced just as
fast by Chuck's wild tongue. Danny kept thinking Chuck's tongue must be a foot
long the way it pleased his hole so far up inside his deep dark fun place.

He felt Chuck's fingers diddling around his ass, but not in it. Just a lot of
movement and the bed was shimmying a lot. Danny could feel it but was too
busy oozing prefuck on his belly to worry about it.

The next was .... was un-fuckin' beLIEVable!!!!

Chuck stood above Danny completely naked for the first time since they got on
the bed, and straddled Dan's sides. Chuck was fingering his own crack. Danny
started to strain up to see underneath Chuck's balls, but before he got a
chance, Chuck was squatting down over him.....down and down and down and
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygoddddddddddd! That's.... that's s-o-o-o-o-o ohhhhhhhhhhhgoddddd!"

Danny eyes rolled back in his head as his cock sank through Chuckie's
assring. Danny was getting LAAAAAAAAAAAID!!!!! Sure, it WAS a boy....but LAID IS
FUCKIN' LAID!!!

The soothing swell of the asshole glove of his self-annointed fuckboy
swallowed Danny's hotboi prick. The melting moistness of that velvet enclosure would
never be forgotten.
Maybe sometime later that week he'd wonder if a girl's pussy would feel that
good  or better....but for now, it was Chuck's gloryhole that joyed
him....made him complete.....a
fucking boyteenman.

Chuck lifted up and sank back down....again....again.....

Danny rutted up himself finally, and then by sheer accident he pulled down on
Chuck's neck and angled the new pole-riding teenfucktool so that he could
slide forward and back instead of up and down, and it was so much easier for both
boys to enjoy this new fucklove they were having.

Soon, like one of those railroad handcars with the seesaw handles up and
down, these boys were in full cockride and slide. Chuckie was sliding up and back
over his chosen boyrod, slicked with his own spit, Danny precums and moist
pussyjuice from Danny's bunger.

Fast....faster....and faster yet....a boyskin blur played out on top of
Danny's bed as Chuckie rode for the first anal 'gasm of his life. He loved it...he
LOVED it! He couldn't believe how the more and faster and deeper he drove
Danny's prick into himself, was just how much more he needed.

Danny was himself out of his mind moments after the rapidfire boyhole
stroking reached top speed.

He whimpered and grunted and tried to fuck into the speedboi fucking hole
that rode his dick to the super-heated frenzy they both were in.

He couldn't feel the tears dripping on his chest and belly streaming from
Chuck's cheeks.
In his overwhelming joybutt teenfuck, Chuck sobbed uncontrollably. He'd never
been so happy in his entire life....or hurt inside himself so fuckin' much!
How he needed cock up his hole! HOW HE NEEDED COCK!!!!

His anal cums were snapping off close together, almost as one now. No cum,
just internal
boy firing. He rocked and rocked, fast, faster, slower, faster, he held tight
to Danny's sweaty shoulders and neck as he ream-rocked his hole non-stop for
half an hour that might as well have been a year the way it took Danny and
Chuck to that whole 'nother place they'd never been, and that they'd never want
to leave.

Danny for himself, was shook and shattered two separate times as he tried to
slow his fuckboy benefactor because he shot off up inside Chuckie twice. But
Chuck's continued self reamage, was non-stop and the sensitive aftercum
cockhead deep inside Chuck was jolting Danny to uncontrollable convulsions each time
of absolutely too much pleasure pain.

For the first time, and after Danny recovered in this
bounce-a-boy-fuck-a-rut, from his second butt creaming of Chuck, he grabbed onto the boy's bobbing,
leaking, spitting prefuck dripping cock and with two hands beat that boy off
like Chuck never got it before.

He wiped his hands into the wet of his belly and chest and slick-whipped
Chuckie's meat to a super raging teencockshot.

In Danny's third aftercum before Chuck finally came off, he was pleading with
Chuckie....."Pleeeeeeeeze cummmmmmmmm! Save me. Save MEEEEEE! Pleeeeeze!"
as his body jerked, bolted, bucked and quaked  triggered off by his
super-sensitive aftercum cockhead.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiii!  can't uh---unggghhhhh! believe it! I ohfuck! I gotta
....cummmminnngggg!!!!" Chuck whined to the ceiling which his face shined up to, but
he was way, way beyond knowing where he was, let alone what he was looking at.


At home, Brighton was waiting for a glimpse of Chuck when he came back from
taking Danny home. In his most inimitable fashion, he was gonna try to get his
big brother to own up to the 'cum stash' he'd compiled during the afternoon's
Danny bang-around.

The longer the wait, the more antsy he was getting. By 8 o'clock he was
getting crazy. With school the next day, he'd be having to show some semblance of
getting to the sack soon.  The interminable wait was making his twitchy prick
do flips for attention, too. You'd wouldn't think he'd been sucked, or had
sucked and fucked his way down to Baltimore and back the whole weekend the way he
was pacing and wringing his peter through his shorts.

As the leakage oozed through, the wet spot it made settled the deal. He
dropped his pants and flopped onto his bed to frig his wick. He wasn't two strokes
into his reverie, when he jumped up, pulled the shorts back on and high-tailed
it to the basement playroom and those baskets!

Brighton was a smaller version of Bradley when it came to kinky boy-funs.
He'd blow a dick as fast as he would fuck an upturned hole. He just didn't care.
He just wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. And when his cock was giving
the orders, no holds were barred.

In a flash, he was behind the wet bar downstairs, and actually had to tell
himself to slow down and concentrate. First of all, he had to leave everything
as he found it or Chuck would know he'd busted him. So with trembly hands, he
pulled the nested baskets apart and ordered them along the bar as he sat back
of it on the stool.

The guilts gave him a spinning head and slowed him way down as he tried to
keep order to what he was doing. What had surprised him before....the intense
cum'roma wafting up out of a rubber was minor now. As he took Aubrey's rubber
first, he dipped a finger into the slippery goo and then wiped it down his dick
shaft. He was brick-hard and standing by now, and had to press his joint down
so he could finger-swab Aubrey jizz on top. As he started to put the rubber
back into the basket, he just bent into it and tongued the inside. He was almost
delirious. He'd tongued where Aubrey's prick was that afternoon when it was
inside Danny! He replaced it and the notepaper 'A', then went for the 'J'
basket....Jeremy's spooge.....and on till he'd done his dick and sucked all four
and replaced them in the baskets under the bar. He gently fixed his cock in his
shorts so's not wipe off the 'wonder jazz' it was bathed in now.

As he hit the stairs, his head was whirling with visions of the cum of all
four older dudes, and their pricks. He wanted to have his last wackoff of the
day with the four boys' cum on his dick! His shorts were at his ankles as the
door slammed and he threw himself on his back onto his bed, legs up, naked and
his joystick in his happy palm. He waled on that thing like there was no
tomorrow. He licked his tongue with the rubber slick remnants on it all around his
lips.

It was fantastic! He was wild as he'd ever been, didn't even need a 'travel
game' partner for once. He jacked! He wacked that peterwick like mad till he
was stammering the  names of all four boys whose slick graced his prick, hand
and mouth. He could still smell the boy jam in each rubber as he pummeled his
prick till he was bouncing up and down off his ass, arched up on his back and
feet, hunching the air till his cockshot spewed all over him, the bed, the wall
and the floor. He kept pumping his prigg wildly till the aftercum jolts sapped
him and he flopped to his ass still bolting and jerking  in the covers till
he just wheezed out a long, gasping sighhhhhhh,
"Sooooooooooooogooooooooodddd!!!"

He fitfully jerked in and out of sleep, and then his intense need to know
about Chuck, startled him back to life again. He lay on his pillow with his cummy
hand to his mouth and licked the older kids' taste as well as his own off his
palm and fingers.

He always had a damp rag by his bed at night to wipe his jackjelly off the
sheets and stuff to prevent the telltale stain and the weird mother glances. So
after all the licking and wiping was done. He laughed when he found a goober
of boyshot hanging off the edge of the lamp shade.

Now he lay in wait for his brother. He decided to make his room dark and
sneak into the playroom and hide. The worst that could happen is if he fell asleep
in his hiding place for the night.

His reward was quick. At just the point his prickhead started to tingle for
attention again, he heard a door slam outside. He was elated that he guessed
right. Chuck was coming in through the glass door right into the playroom! That
meant his first thoughts were of the boycum he'd saved from his best friends'
fun that afternoon with Danny.

Chuck seemed very confident as he flipped on the light and went to the wet
bar. There was a lot of rustling and shuffling back there that Brighton couldn't
see. He heard the mini-fridge door open and close three times, and clanking
of what sounded like ice cubes busted out of the tray into a metal container.
Then there was running water, and the fridge door opened and closed again.
Ultimately, Chuck surfaced from behind the bar and mannnnn, was his shorts ever
tented out. Brighton's big brother was kinnnnnnkeeee!!!

He had a backpack with him, and headed for the stairs. When the light went
out, Brighton pulled out his trusty mini-flashlight and rushed the wet bar. He
checked the baskets. They were empty....no rubbers....no notepapers. He excited
himself one more time by bending his head into each basket. The smell of
boycum shivered him all up, and he got a little dazed. He opened the fridge and
fingered the ice tray. Several cube slots were filled with water, and the
remaining cubes were loose. There was nothing out of the norm in the fridge. He
kneeled down with the light to inspect the tiny freezer compartment. "Aha!" he
funned to himself. Way in the back in the left corner....the rubbers! He pulled
one out to check it. There was an 'A' printed on it, and the notepapers were
gone. "Has to be Aubrey's," he doped out, and carefully returned it to the
upright position in back he found it in, and closed the door. "My big bro is one
horny planner!" he said to himself. "He's storing frozen jizz!" Brighton's mind
was running....looked they BOTH wuz gonna be fingering some frozen
buddycocksnot onto their peckers after school the next week!

Heading for the stairs, Brighton sneaked back up to his room next to Chuck's.
Long ago, Bry had figured out to open the air duct vent in Chuck's room so he
could listen to his brother whip his wacker and squeal into the night.

Brighton set up his sleeping bag and pillow on the floor next to the vent on
his side of the bedroom wall, got his tape recorder, and lay down to spy on
his big brother.

He heard dribs and drabs of his brother talking to himself. At one point, he
clearly heard Chuck say, "Mannn, J-dub, (meaning JW) you should know the fun
ahm gonna have wackin' with yur jizz in my mouth and on my cock!"

Brighton was stunned that Chuck was gonna do almost the same thing he'd
already done that night himself! He actually shivered at that point....."Whut if
ahm really a fuckin' queer??! annnnd Chuck! Maybe we be fucked up!"

His mental self-exam was interrupted by whimpery sounds from the
vent....."Ohhhhh, JW....JW, I kin taste you mannnn. Soogood. Beatin' it fer you dude.
Goddddd, I love wacking in yur juice. Ohmigod! I
can't...ohhhh...ohnoooooo.....uhhhhhhhhh! Soooooooogooooood!" Chuck had emptied some of JW's spooge into
another rubber, and set the original in the ice he'd brought up from the playroom to
keep it 'fresh'. He licked side of the second rubber where the slimy
boysperms had oozed into it. Then, oh mannnnn, then....he pulled the new rubber over
his prick and wacked offwith his entire cock coated with JW's spooge! Kinky
mannnn....with a capital KUM!

Brighton recognized Chuck's whine when he blows, almost always crying out,
"Soooooooogoooooood!" after he cummed. Mannn, Brighton had sure heard his big
brother enough times. The first times he heard noises from his bed, and creeped
over to the sounds and found it coming from the vent, he must have been ten.
Many a night after that he'd crouch or kneel at the vent to listen for his
brother. As he got more sophisticated and got to wacking his own meat, he elected
to set up his sleeping bag and pillow to 'join' in on the action while he
listened to Chuck's 'jackin' music.'

Now it was all quiet inside Chuck's room. I wonder if Chuck heard anything
familiar from his side of the vent a few minutes after he blowed
off....."Sooooooooooogooooooood!"
and Bry just holds on to his spent cock, nuzzling the pillow with his cheek.

Both boys' rooms were quiet.


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