Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 19:05:29 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part II

I hope you enjoy the second part, sorry for the delay. Remember that a new
story is going to be written that takes place between "The Beginning" and
"Road Trip," so if you get an idea while reading, tell me!

This part of the story doesn't contain sexual acts between minor boys, but
it does make mention of certain acts. I guess it does have some very, very
light play at the end, but that doesn't really matter. If you are not of
age, do not wish to read, or is not legal in your area of jurisdiction,
please stop reading. If not, enjoy! I will try to post the next chapters
quicker.


Chapter Two: Dan

I was jerked awake when I heard the RV stop. I slowly shook Michael's
shoulder and his beautiful, deep eyes opened. He smiled, as always.

"I think we're stopping," I said softly.

"Alright. Damn what time is it?"

"I have no clue," I replied, opening the curtain and finding my parents
unbuckling themselves from their seats. I looked at the clock, it was
nearly seven.

"You guys sure were quiet," my mom remarked.

"Yeah, we kind of dosed off," I said, which was true. "Where are we?"

"Medford," she replied. "We didn't book a campsite for this part of the
trip, so we're just staying at the KOA."

"Alright," I replied. I had been to those before, not great for camping,
but they still had lots of kids and people.

Michael emerged from the bunk, looking energized.

"Your father and I are going to start dinner, so you probably have an hour
or so to go play."

"Cool," I said, as Michael and I burst from the RV and took in our
surroundings. The campground was jam packed with RV's, and had a central
bathroom with showers, and a playground with sandbox. There were a good
number of kids running around, a few our age.

"I need to go pee," Michael said, and he started toward the bathroom. I
followed him, us both emptying our bladders after a long time on the
road. We could hear a shower running around the corner and Michael decided
to check it out. The stall started a foot or so off the ground so Michael
bent over and took a quick peek.

"It's a kid. I only saw the legs, but he's maybe nine or ten," he said. We
had gone camping over spring break, and he tried the same thing a couple of
times. However, none of the bathers then were close to our age.

Michael slowly bent down and moved his head towards the floor. I was on
lookout, but the showers were tucked away in the corner, so there was no
immediate threat. After seeing the boy's legs facing away from him, Michael
moved in, getting a full view of the kid. After a few seconds, he came up,
and looked at me.

"Eight or nine, blonde hair, skinny, nice butt," he reported.

"Cool," I asked. "Now what?"

"Good question," Michael laughed. "Maybe pop in on him and pretend I was
looking for someone else?"

"Worth a shot I guess," slightly jealous Michael would be the one getting
to see the boy.

He nodded and went to the adjacent stall. I stayed put; Michael was the
master at this sort of thing. He stood on the chair in the shower stall and
peeked over.

"Hey," he said. It sounded like that kid was startled.

"What are you doing?" came a soft voice.

"Sorry, I was looking for my friend," Michael said innocently, his face
warm and inviting.

"Well, go away," the kid replied.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, you have-"

"Leave!" the kid said, raising his voice.

Michael slowly got down from the chair and came out.

"I'll tell you about it outside, don't want to piss him off more."

We walked outside and sat down at a picnic table. A large group of kids was
tossing a Frisbee around in the field just a few feet away.

"He was cute," Michael said enthusiastically. "When I looked over at first,
he had a boner. It was cut and, I dunno, like two inches maybe sticking
straight out from him. I think he was extra embarrassed and startled
because he had a raging big one."

I laughed. "Sure didn't seem to want you there."

"Yeah, he wasn't very happy about it. Then again I caught him at a bad
time... seemed like nice enough of a kid."

"Well, let's go play Frisbee with those kids or something," I said,
motioning toward the herd of kids running around.

"Yeah, I need to stretch my legs after that car trip," Michael said as we
joined the throng of screaming children.

We played for a while, and after about fifteen minutes, the shower kid come
out from the bathroom and went to his RV. I hoped he didn't tell his
parents about the incident. Michael always did it in a very innocent way;
he was the master at stuff like that. After a minute or two, the kid exited
and walked toward us.

"Can I play Frisbee?" he asked.

"Sure," replied the fourteen year old boy that seemed to be in charge. The
shower kid looked at Michael and slowly walked up toward him.

"Sorry for being mean, I was just surprised," he said, head down.

"It alright man, sorry for popping in like that. Probably wasn't the best
way to get to know each other," Michael replied.

"I'm Dan," the boy replied.

"Really?" Michael exclaimed. "My boy Danny here has the same name!"

He grabbed me with one arm and brought me toward him. I smiled.

"Hey."

We continued to play Frisbee after that. After a while, my dad called for
us to come in for dinner.

Michael turned to Dan.

"Maybe you want to do something after we eat dinner, like cards or
something?"

"Sure," Dan replied. "My parents are going to be in another families RV, so
we could have mine all to ourselves."

"Sounds good," Michael said. "See you in a bit."

We both waved and headed back towards the RV.

"Seems like a nice kid," I said.

"Yeah, kind of shy like Marcus," Michael said. "Think he'd go for strip
poker?"

"Maybe," I said. I was doubtful, a kid that age probably wouldn't want to
play with older boys.

We went inside and ate dinner. It was spaghetti and chicken cooked in the
mini-kitchen, but it was good. We thanked my parents for the meal.

"Some kid invited us over to his RV for the night," I said. "Can we go over
for a while?"

"Sure, just be back by ten," replied my mom. "Your father and I wanted to
just relax anyways."

He headed over to Dan's RV, Michael with the playing cards in tow. We
knocked and he answered, now just in boxers and a tee shirt.

"Come on in," he said. We both went inside, it was a nice RV, a bit messy
though. It looked like they had been on the road in a while. He cleared out
an area in the middle for us to sit. We all sat in a circle and Michael
brought out the cards.

"So Dan, you know how to play poker?" Michael questioned, looking deep into
his eyes, trying to also hypnotize him.

"Yeah, I've played a few times," he replied.

"Dare to make it interesting?" Michael said; here he goes.

"How so?" Dan questioned.

"Take off a piece of clothing when you lose a hand," Michael said outright.

We both looked at him, acting like it was no big deal (to us it wasn't!).

"I dunno..." Dan trailed off, unsure.

"Oh come on," Michael said. "We're all guys here, nothing we ain't seen
before and it'll spice things up and make it more interesting."

"Okay," he agreed. Michael and I both stripped to our boxers and took our
socks off, so we matched his clothing. Only two items to nudity. Dan had
beautiful boy feet, they went nicely with the rest of his slim body. He was
completely hairless, as was expected.

"So Dan, how old are you?" I asked.

"Just turned nine. You guys?"

"Twelve," I replied. He didn't seem too startled by the age difference,
maybe he would have been if I had said `almost thirteen'.

Michael dealt the cards and we played. My hand was pathetic. I ended up
losing and having to take off my tee-shirt. I sat purposely so my boxers
hung down and you could see my balls, and I caught Dan's eyes taking quick
glances down there.

Next hand was great, I got a full house. Michael had two pair, while Dan
had nothing. Off came his shirt. He had dime sized nipples and a flat
chest. No pudge, even skinnier than Michael.

After the next hand, it was Michael's turn to strip. Now all three of us
were one item away from being naked. Out came my cards, four diamonds and a
club. I asked for one card... and I got a diamond to complete the flush. I
looked at Michael and smiled. He gave me a reassuring nod. We had
him. Michael's three of a kind and my flush beat out Dan's pair of tens.

"Take it off," Michael grinned, looking at his crotch eagerly. I was just
as eager, I hadn't even seen him yet.

"Allright," Dan sighed, stripping off his boxers. His soft, tiny little
penis was exposed. It was about three quarters of an inch soft, resting
softly upon his small sack. It kind of looked like Marcus' but smaller and
slimmer.

"Wow," Michael replied. Before he could say anything else, Dan pulled his
boxers on and put his shirt back on.

"Shall we play again?" I asked.

"Yea, I'm getting your clothes off this time," Dan said adamantly.

Michael dealt the cards. I had nothing, and drew three cards to try and get
a pair... nothing doing. Off came my shirt. The next hand, same thing. Dan
only had a pair of threes, but it was still good enough. Off came my
boxers, without hesitation. Dan's eyes remained fixated at my crotch, which
was semi-hard.

"What?" I asked Dan, still staring.

"I dunno, it's just so big," he said.

"Yeah, well, it gets bigger," I said, pulling my boxers back on. Maybe he'd
want to know how big it got. We played another round... Dan lost again. Out
came his dick, still soft and resting angelically upon his balls. His sack
was pulled tight to his body, probably not so much from the temperature,
but his age.

The next round, we finally beat Michael. Dan and I looked at each other and
smiled, silently saying "yes" as we finally beat the cutie. Off came
Michael's boxers, and wouldn't you know it, he had a full out boner.

"Dang," Dan said looking at it. "You got hair too."

"Yup," Michael said.

After a few seconds Dan turned his attention away from Michael's dick and
shuffled the cards. Something told me he wasn't quite interested in going
farther yet, and that was okay with me and Michael. The first time should
be something special, whether discovered on your own or with a friend. We
played a couple more rounds, and then switched to some non-strip games;
bullshit and speed. After an hour or two, I could see Dan getting sleepy
and motioned to Michael that we should probably go.

"Nice meeting you Dan," I said. "We're leaving tomorrow, so might see you
in the morning."

"Alright, see you guys," Dan said, closing the door behind us.

"He was really nice, but I think he was probably just a little bit too
young for blow jobs or something," Michael said. "He was cute though, and
at least he wasn't too bashful."

"Yeah, he had a nice body," I said. "Not as nice of yours of course."

Michael laughed.

"Well tomorrow we are staying at a huge campground in the redwoods
somewhere, so we'll have a lot of kids to choose from," I said.

"Yeah," Michael said thoughtfully. "I think we should maybe camp out in
front of the showers and wait till we see someone who we really like, then
move in. Maybe take showers too and ask for soap or something."

"Good idea," I said. It was confirmed, this trip was an all out mission to
get someone new into the mix.

"What kind of age you thinking we should go after?" Michael asked.

"Well, I was thinking older, since Marcus provides us with the younger," I
said. "Not too old, but like thirteen or something."

"Yeah," Michael said, slightly unsure. He had always been the "dominate"
figure in our intercourse, and it might be weird for him to be doing it
with someone bigger. I, for one, was used to it, for when Michael and I
started doing stuff, he was much more developed than I was.

We headed into the RV and found my parents already in their bed. They had
the light on and were reading.

"Hey boys, how was your friend?" asked my mom.

"He was nice," I replied. "We just played cards and hung out."

"Well, sounds like fun," she responded. "You boys should get to bed, we're
heading out early so we can hopefully get to the campsite by early
afternoon."

"Alright, good night," I said. Michael waved goodnight and we shut their
door.

After brushing our teeth and using the bathroom, Michael and I headed to
the bunk beds.

"I don't know, I'm pretty tired," Michael said. He didn't have to say what
for, we knew what it meant: sex.

"Yeah, plus it's such a tight space," I said. "Tomorrow night in the tent
would be better."

"Alright then sexy, let's just go to bed," Michael said, rubbing his hand
through my hair. We both climbed into the top bunk and rolled out my
sleeping bag.

"It's stuffy up here," Michael griped.

"That can be fixed," I replied, opening the little window next to our
heads.

"Good call," Michael complemented.

We crawled into my sleeping bag; it was a tight fit, but we didn't mind
being pressed up against each other. We both slipped off our boxers and put
them towards the bottom of the sleeping bag for morning. We had become very
good a waking up at the first sound of my parents or his parents getting
up, and Michael would just quietly climb down to his bunk when they woke
up. We now were naked and facing each other, our crotches pressed against
each other.

"Night," Michael said, kissing me on the lips.

"Goodnight," I sighed. We ground against each other softly for a few
minutes before falling asleep, the cool summer air slowly blowing over us.



The End- More to come in Chapter 3!

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