Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 21:01:14 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part I

The boys hit the road and meet new friends.


I hope you enjoy reading the second installment of this series. This story
takes place the summer after all the "discoveries" (which took place in the
winter). Essentially, its six months later and Michael and Danny are headed
on a road trip. They meet some friends along the way, and well, that's all
I'll reveal. I wrote it last summer, so I'm not doing this on the fly or
anything. I'll send a section in every few days just like last time.

Yes, this story is more... how should I put it?... "kinkier," than the
first one. Some people will probably like this story better; some still may
prefer the original. Just to be forewarned, the story spanned 130 pages in
12 pt. font, so it's a long ordeal. It will be posted in 9 sections, each
its own chapter. None of them will disappoint!

And now here comes the exciting part... due to the large positive response
on the first story (thanks all for writing... you made this possible), a
third story is in the works. And, I'm letting the readers shape this
one. I'm aiming to be more down to earth, like the first one, not quite as
fun and wild as this section will be. Aka, I need a conflict or two,
solutions on how the characters work around it, etc. Marcus will return as
well. The story is going to take place in between these two stories, so we
have to make sure it all works.

To sum it up, send in your response to this one so I know what to
continue/avoid in my writing and give me some ideas! I have the first
chapter of the next story written, it is pretty generic and ready to be
taken in any direction you'd like. After this story concludes, I will
quickly submit that story and let the readers script the plot. I'm hoping
for about six chapters or so, but you never know, especially if I'm given a
good topic.

Okay, phew, all of that is out of the way. Now the legal stuff. If you are
not of age, do not wish to view, or material like this is illegal in the
area in which you live, please leave now. I cannot be held
responsible. This story contains numerous descriptions of sexual
intercourse between minors.

And as always, please send any comments/reactions to: jnew001 (at) gmail
(dot) com. I love hearing from readers. Enjoy!




Chapter One: On the Road

I looked at the clock expectantly. Here it was 12:04, and Michael hadn't
arrived. We were supposed to leave at noon, and my parents were still
loading stuff into the RV, so it would probably be okay if Michael was a
few minutes late. He and I were going on a road trip with the family
through Oregon and California from our current Olympia location. It would
just be the four of us... Marcus was invited but he had to go on a month
long trip to Utah with his family. If you have no idea what I am talking
about, you should read the story I wrote about how we all met, called
"Michael, Marcus, and Danny: The Beginning."

Finally, the doorbell rang. I opened it up to see Michael's buzzed brown
head and smiling face.

"Hey," I said. "We're about to leave. Got all your stuff?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Alright, let's go put our crap in the RV then."

We both lugged our suitcases to the RV. We didn't own it, but rather
borrowed it from a friend of my dad's. My dad bought a speedboat a couple
of years ago, so he now owes them some time in that. We had done this just
about every summer I can remember, but this was the first time I was
bringing a friend along. The trip would last about eight days, the
destination: Los Angeles, California. They wanted to take about three ways
either way, leaving us two days for Universal Studios and
Disneyland. Normally I didn't enjoy the road trip until we got to the theme
parks, but this time it would be different.

"Ready guys?" my dad asked.

"Yeah!" we said enthusiastically.

"Alrighty, put your suitcases on your beds I guess... you can put them on
the floor during the night."

"Okay," we said, entering the RV. We also brought a tent along with us,
incase Michael and I wanted to be loud and stay up. We'd be staying at
campgrounds, so it wasn't like we'd be camping on cement or anything.

Michael looked around the RV in amazement. He probably had never been on
one, much less taken a road trip, and I'm sure the same was for a majority
of people. I gave him a mini tour of everything.

"That's the two captain chairs," I said, pointing to the two large chairs
in the front. "That's where my mom and dad sit."

"Where do we sit?" Michael asked, looking around.

"Well, since there aren't any more chairs with seatbelts, we can sit
anywhere. I take naps on the bed and stuff... basically do whatever as long
as we're not running around."

"Cool," Michael said, his dark brown eyes lighting up. He was probably
thinking the same thing I was.

"This is the mini-kitchen, and that's the dining table. You can fold the
table in and have a couch. In that thing there's a little TV that gets
crappy reception."

Michael continued to look around in quiet amazement.

"Down the little hallway there, on the right is the bathroom, it's for
emergencies only. To the left are our bunk beds. I call top."

"Hey!" Michael said. He didn't argue though, as he knew we'd probably be in
the same bed most the time.

"And wayyyy at the end is my parent's room. It just has a double bed and
some lights basically. And that's it."

"Cool," Michael said. "This thing owns. It's gonna be so fun."

We both grinned and grabbed our suitcases and flung them onto our bunk
beds. We were pumped and ready to get this thing rolling.

My dad came into the RV.

"You guys ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" I said.

"Ready, Michael?" he asked, smiling at the wide eyed Michael.

"Yup, of course! Thanks for taking me!"

"You're welcome."

We waited a few minutes then my mom came in, getting situated with my dad
in the front seats.

"Plant yourselves somewhere for a while," my mom commanded. She didn't like
me moving while we were driving... she was one of the types who wouldn't
unbuckle her seatbelt while moving except under the most dire of
circumstances.

We plopped down at the table, folding it down so it was more of a
semi-circle couch.

"Here we go!" my dad called as we backed out of the driveway.

Beep, beep, beep the RV went as we backed up. Michael giggled at the sound,
like we were a semi-truck or something. Soon we were on the road, traveling
down I-5 toward the Washington border.

Both Michael and I took off our shoes and got comfortable on the couch. He
was wearing shorts, as was I, his smooth tan legs exposed. In case you
forgot, he was about five foot three, while I was now five foot two,
closing in on him in that respect, and a couple others. I have red hair,
cut short, but not quite as short as Michael's. I'll also give you an
update about our adventures together. We started exploring each other's
bodies in late November, and had progressed to full out sex within
January. Since then, we've been continuing to do it all... jacking each
other off and giving each other blow jobs most every time we saw each other
(other than school of course... for the most part), and saving the more
intense stuff for special weekend sleepovers, a lot the time with our
friend Marcus. He remained part of the fun, although Michael and I had
something special between just us.

We just talked for the whole trip to the border, chatting about where we
would go and what we would do.

"I wonder if we can find someone that would like to join us, you know,"
Michael said, glancing at my parents. They were totally involved in some
NPR radio show.

"Well, you're good at seducing people, I'm sure you can get someone," I
joked. He actually was, there had been times when I was totally not horny
and within a few little comments and touches, I was raging with
hormones. He was such a handsome boy though; I'd do just about anything
with him at anytime.

It was June 21st, five days after school got out. I'd be turning 13 in a
couple of months, Michael not until November.

I noticed Michael had an apparent bulge in his pants, from just our little
bit of chatter there. He got horny really fast, and often times it would
linger for a long time, especially in me or Marcus' company.

I reached my foot up and started to rub his crotch. We arranged ourselves
so it looked like we were just lying down, but really my foot was there for
a reason. Michael offered to return the favor, but I didn't have a boner. I
continued to play with it for a few minutes, feeling the rock hard shaft
roll up and down my foot through my sock and his shorts.

"Damn Danny, that feels good, but you're only making it worse," Michael
whined.

"Want me to make it better then?" I asked.

"How?" Michael questioned, looking at my parents.

"Just watch," I said. I was good at stuff like this.

"What's up sweetie?" my mom asked when I approached her. "Grab onto
something!"

I latched onto the back of her chair. "Me and Michael are gonna go lie down
in our bunks for a while and play cards or something."

"Alright," my mom said. "Do it in the bottom bunk though, I don't want you
flying to the floor if we stop all of a sudden."

I walked back to Michael, trying to adjust his shaft down his leg to make
it less apparent.

"Let's go to the bunks," I said, motioning towards them.

We climbed into the bottom bunk and closed the curtain.

"Lay down," I instructed Michael, who lay down on his side, facing me. He
closed his eyes, as by now we totally trusted each other.

I unzipped his shorts and slowly brought them down to his knees. I did the
same with his boxers. I didn't want to take them fully off incase we heard
someone approaching the bunks. Out flopped his rock hard cock, now
measuring an impressive four inches. His head was reddish-purplish with
desire, extremely sensitive. I took a whiff of his package, a wonderful
small that would never get old. His pubic hair had definitely grown since
last time I wrote, now a small, but modest patch of soft brown hair. His
balls may have grown a little, but they were essentially unchanged, at
least to my knowledge. I took his dick in my mouth, stroking it up and
down. I could feel his head rub the top of my mouth towards my throat, a
feeling that took a while to get used to. I massaged his head with my
tongue and his balls with my hand. He was slowly whimpering, trying to keep
back the louder noises we both know he can make. If we are alone during
something like this, oh boy, does he have some lungs. Up and down I went,
enjoying the flavor of his penis, the warmth of his balls in my hands. I
massaged each of them a little, lightly, knowing the right balance between
pleasure and pain. With every stroke my nose hit his pubic hair, at which
time I took my breaths. Like always, the experience was getting me horny,
and I now had a raging boner. He tensed up and I could tell he was about to
blow his load. I paid special attention to his glans as he ejaculated,
sending shot after shot of his hot cum into my mouth. That was another
noticeable change since I last wrote. His juice had turned from a clear and
watery substance to more a more white and slightly thicker liquid. The
taste had also become less sweet and little more bitter. I didn't mind
either change, I was just happy I was a part of his transformation. I
swallowed his modest load and let his slowly softening cock out of my
mouth.

"Thanks," he said after a few seconds, slowly opening his eyes. I pulled
his shorts up and zipped them shut. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Yes, please," I said, allowing him to lower my pants. He then grabbed my
boxers and slowly lowered them. Out flopped my dick, which had finally felt
the effects of a little bit of puberty. I now had a few, very few, soft red
pubic hairs. You couldn't really even tell I had them unless you were
within about a foot of my crotch. Likewise, I had gained the ability to
shoot when I orgasmed. It was only a few drops of clear fluid, much like
Michael's had been, but it was a big deal to me. The first time I shot
Michael was giving me a blowjob, and he just looked at me and said, "You
shot Danny!" It was one of the happiest days of my life. Of course, we had
to try it again a few hours later, this time putting it on my chest. It was
only a drop or two, but Michael and I examined it and agreed it looked much
like his cum did when we first jacked each other off. He then proceeded to
lick it off and kiss my chest, thanking me for the treat. I was happy I
could finally give it to him.

Michael continued to move up and down on my dick, giving it his expert
treatment. He could give a great blowjob, much better than I probably did
to him. His right hand was planted for support while his left hand cupped
my balls. I started to seize up, a familiar feeling now. I reached my hands
down and grabbed Michael's head, giving it extra leverage to my cock. I
burst, shuddering repeatedly into his mouth. Finally the feelings subsided
and I fell back onto the bed.

"How many?" I asked Michael hopefully.

"Two big ones," he replied, referring to the amount of shots I just fired.

"Damn," I said, disappointed. I still yet to break four shots in a single
orgasm.

"You'll get there. If you're ever really, really horny or something you
shoot like double. When I don't jack off for a few days then I do, I shoot
like eight times, I swear," Michael said, trying to reassure me.

"Like you ever don't blow your load for a few days," I smirked.

"It's happened... once or twice," Michael grinned. "Anyways, just remember
not to get impatient; you're hot now and you'll be hot later."

"Thanks," I said, giving him a peck on the lips. We'd made out fully a few
times, but only normally once we were done having sex and headed to bed.

We both fell asleep on the narrow bed, snuggling against one another.

END OF PART 1

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