Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 23:22:30 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part III

Here is the third of nine parts. I hope you are enjoying the story so far,
and remember, I will be writing a third story, taking place between the
first two, so send in your ideas because I'm letting the readers shape this
next one.

This story contains sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not wish to
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Chapter Three: Jake

I awoke to the sound of my parents taking their first steps out of
bed. Michael woke up too, slipped his boxers on, gave me a little kiss, and
headed to his bunk. I stroked his smooth leg before he went down, thanking
him for keeping me warm and safe during the night.

A few minutes later my mom poked her head in and told us we'd be eating
breakfast in five minutes then heading out. Michael and I slowly got up and
dressed, Michael in his baggy blue basketball shorts and jersey, me in
cargo shorts and a white tee shirt. We headed to the couch, now a table,
and chomped down some rather bland bagels and cereal.

"Better go brush your teeth at the camp bathroom," my mom said, clearing
the plates.

We agreed, headed to the bathroom. We could hear a shower running and went
up to it. Michael bent down to get a look at the legs.

"Old guy," he reported.

"Damn," I said. We brushed our teeth and headed out.

On the way back to our RV, we saw Dan wandering outside. We went up to him.

"See you later buddy, thanks for the good time last night," Michael said,
extending his fist, smiling. Dan banged it with his, and I put mine out
too, which he also banged.

"I had a fun time last night, good luck with your trip," Dan responded.

"Thanks, bye!" I said, we waved and walked back to our RV. He was a hot
boy, there was no doubt about that. I'd like to see him in about three
years, but oh well.

We got ready and left the campground, heading west so we could catch a
highway south through the redwoods. Michael and I sat on the couch and just
talked for a while. We turned on the TV and got decent reception of one
channel for a while, which we watched. It was Seventh Heaven, a show which
we thought was stupid except for the hot little blonde named Simon. We
stopped for lunch at a local restaurant. When we went into the bathroom,
there was already a boy our age taking a pee. Michael hurried as fast as he
could to the urinal next to him, hoping to get a peek, but the kid finished
and headed to the sink. Ah well, there would be plenty of chances at the
camp.

We continued along the road for a few more hours. Michael and I became very
bored, playing cards and road games, trying to pass time. Normally we might
find a way to whack each other off or something along those lines, but we
wanted to save our energy for tonight. It was just something we both knew
without talking about it, we had been together enough to know that on
special nights you don't fool around till it's time.

Finally, we arrived at the campground. Into space 56A we rolled, secluded
in the trees from the other campsites. Michael and I climbed out of the
trailer and set up our tent, it was a three person tent, roomy for the two
of us. We lugged all our sleeping gear in there, even though we'd only need
one sleeping bag. It was nearly three in the afternoon, and Michael and I
decided this would be a good time to shower. Most kids showered in the
afternoon or evening, not the morning. We told them we were going to go
shower and maybe explore the campground, buying us extra time to scope out
the showers. My mom said it was okay and dinner would probably be around
six or so. We grabbed our towels and headed off, purposely forgetting soap
and shampoo. It was part of Michael's master plan.

"Okay, so we're looking for a thirteen year old?" Michael asked, reviewing
the plan.

"Yeah," I said. "Unless we see a really cute kid who is younger or
something."

We found the showers; they were a whole separate building from the
bathroom. We peeked in and saw that it was simply a room with ten or so
shower heads. There was a sixteen year old boy showering in his swim
trunks, which I imagine most people wore. Too old, so we went
outside. There was a playground near the showers, so we pretended to play
on that while scoping out the showers.

"This will be easy... no stalls," Michael commented.

"Yeah," I replied, eager to get something happening.

Just then a cute boy approached, but he was only about seven or so. He had
already finished his shower and had left in his wet swimsuit before another
person came.

"Look!" Michael whispered, pointing toward a boy approaching the
showers. He looked to be about thirteen, of average weight, with a freckled
face, fair skin, and dark black hair cut short. He was wearing a swimsuit
and had a towel draped over his shoulder.

"That our guy?" I asked.

"Yeah," Michael said. "Here's the plan. Go in just strip naked casually, we
can use the hand soap thing they have to maybe wash each other's backs, get
the kid interested, go up and ask him to borrow the shampoo, come back and
give it to him with big boners... something like that."

"I'm sure we'll figure it out when we're in there," I said as we reached
the shower hall. In we went, the boy was just turning on his shower and
adjusting the water. He was wearing a swimsuit, as expected.

"Sup?" Michael asked to the boy.

The boy turned and looked at us, "sup?" He still had a soft, beautiful boy
voice. There were benches on the edge where you could put your
clothes. Michael and I both stripped naked, our penises remarkably still
soft. I could feel the kid look over a few times at us undressing. He
didn't look at us as we approached the shower two heads away from his,
turning on the water and adjusting it. We then both started to share the
stream of water, using the soap on the wall to later up each other's
backs. The boy looked over quite a few times, trying to make it casual, but
he was obviously interested.

"I think a see a little bulge in his pants," Michael said, leaning toward
me and whispering.

"Shampoo time?" I asked. Michael nodded.

"Shit Danny, I forgot the shampoo," Michael said loudly. We acted confused
for a couple of seconds then approached the boy together.

"Hey dude, can we borrow your shampoo? We forgot ours," Michael said. The
boy was trying hard not to look at our crotches, but that was where a
majority of his attention was being drawn.

"Yeah," he said half-mindedly, handing us the shampoo.

"Thanks," Michael said.

We walked back to our stall. Now the boy was standing under the water with
his head turned toward us just looking. Michael and I pretended not to
notice, let him get horny. We lathered each others hair up, slowly washing
it out gently. I took a little dab and reached around to Michael's small
patch of pubic hair, rubbing it in. I could tell the boy was surprised by
this, and he started to adjust his swimsuit. I worked the shampoo to a
lather then guided the water to wash it off. I gave his balls a little pat
then backed away. Michael just giggled.

By this time we had raging boners, so we returned the shampoo.

"Thanks a lot," Michael said, whose raging boner was at the full attention
of the boy. "I'm Michael... what's your name?"

"Jake," he replied, breaking away from our dicks and looking at our
faces. "You guys enjoy washing each other?"

"Of course," Michael said. "Got us a little horny though, we'll have to
take care of that right after."

"Oh? How so?" asked Jake.

"Whacking off. I don't know, maybe blowjobs."

"To each other?" Jake asked curiously.

"Of course. Can't blow yourself," Michael laughed. "This is my friend
Danny."

"Hey," I said, noticing the large lump in his pants. "We can take care of
yours too, if you want."

Michael looked at me as if to say, `Hey! That's my line!'

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," he said, quickly trying to adjust his crotch
to make it less noticeable.

"Can we see?" Michael asked, pointing towards his crotch.

"Yeah, I guess," Jake replied, slowly pulling down his trunks. Out flopped
his rock hard uncut cock, four and a quarter inches long, a loose, but
small, set of balls, and no pubic hair.

"Nice package," Michael said. "How old are you?"

"Just turned thirteen. You guys?"

"We're both twelve, but Danny will be thirteen in a couple months."

"Cool," he said, rolling around his boner.

"So do you want to come blow your load with us?" Michael asked.

 "I guess," he said, his hormones now obviously in full control.

"'Kay, we can't go back to our places cause Danny's parents are there, what
about yours?"

"Swarming with aunts and uncles," he replied.

"Let's just lay down in the forest somewhere, we're surrounded by it."

We agreed, stopping the showers and putting our clothes on. Luckily nobody
had decided to waltz on our little boner fest there, and we walked out
casually. We took a trail into the forest, and then wandered off it for
several hundred yards, finding a nice, small clearing surrounded by
bushes. Nobody would see us here. We all laid our towels down and stripped
again, still having hard boners.

"How shall we do this?" Michael asked. Jake had been quiet the whole time,
obviously a little shy and flustered.

"Let's both blow the newcomer, then go from there," I suggested. Michael
agreed and we asked Jake to lie down. He did, his boner slanted against his
belly. He propped his head up, watching our every move.

"Even been blown before?" Michael asked.

"Nope. My friend whacked me off once, that's it."

"Well get ready for something special then," Michael responded. He turned
towards me. "How do you want to do this?"

"I'll start and let you have his load," I said.

"No, it's aight, you deserve him Danny. I'll get the next one."

Michael then went down on Jake; his pubis was completely hair free, even
though he was thirteen. His dick was a little longer than Michael's, but no
fatter. It was fair skinned, like the rest of his body, his foreskin still
covering the head even though he was fully erect. Michael moved down and
took a stroke.

"Shit," Jake groaned.

Michael stopped, concerned.

"No, keep going," Jake begged.

Michael continued to blow him off. I decided not to do any extra circular
activities, didn't want to scare him away. I just sat there and took it all
in, getting myself even hornier. Michael couldn't get Jake's entire dick
into his mouth, about an inch simply wouldn't fit, but that was okay. I
think Marcus was about the only one were we could still fit his whole dick
in. Michael played with Jake's balls, which looked about the size of mine,
not quite as big as Michael's. After about five minutes, Michael motioned
for me to take over. Jake's bobbing dick was wet with Michael's saliva. I
looked at his face, head resting on the ground, eyes closed. I moved in,
taking his shaft into my mouth. I had never sucked a dick so long, but I
tried to do my best, shoving it in as far as I could. It was so rock hard
it was unbelievable, and it seemed to get even harder as he tensed
up. Michael brought him pretty much to the edge and it was my job to clean
up. I grabbed his smooth thighs and prepared for impact. BAM, his hips
thrust into my mouth time and time again, a few little drops of cum coming
out of his uncircumcised head. I swallowed them and continued to
suck. Gradually he came to a rest.

"Hope you liked that," I commented, backing away and watching his dick
shrink and seeing it soft for the first time. It was about an inch and a
half soft, longer than Michael's or mine in the same state.

Slowly his eyes opened.

"That was great."

"Well do you want to blow one of us off?" Michael asked him.

"I've never done it before and I would screw up, so no," he said. He
probably was in that really un-horny state you get after blowing your load.

"Aw, come on," Michael pleaded.

"Naw man, maybe later," he said. I think he was slightly stunned and tired
from the experience. I gave a glance at Michael as if `don't push it' and I
think he got the point.

"So Danny, normal blow jobs, sixty nine, or up the butt?"

"I don't know, up my best friend's butt in the middle of the woods with a
hot boy in the audience sounds pretty good to me."

"Alright, sounds good."

"You do me first, since you let me have his load."

Michael quickly agreed, and I lay down on my back and brought my legs
toward my chest; a welcome and familiar position. It opened up my soft pink
boyrose perfectly for Michael's shaft.

"What are you guys doing?" asked a curious Jake.

"Fucking," Michael replied casually, spitting on his hand and rubbing it
around my asshole. It was a technique we learned to use when lotion wasn't
handy, and although it wasn't as smooth as a lubricant, it got the job
done.

"Isn't that gay?" Jake asked, confused.

"Gay people do it, but it doesn't mean you have to be gay," Michael replied
simply. "If you and a friend are willing, it's the best feeling you can
ever have."

Michael spit a lot on his dick, getting it nice and slick before moving
into position. I pressed out like I was taking a shit, and in slipped
Michael's dick. No longer painful like at first, I now loved the feeling of
Michael inside of me. Knowing that I was providing him with such good
feelings was reward enough, but the feelings of his dick slipping past my
prostrate and his little patch of pubic hair and balls slapping into my ass
every thrust was extra reward. I moaned loudly, his penis sliding neatly in
and out of my tight ass. I wondered what Jake was doing now, but I was in
too much pleasure to open my eyes and look. Michael was breathing rapid and
shallow, his body now seizing up to blow. He came, shot after shot of his
shot cum was sent into my bowels as he moaned loudly. After about twenty
seconds the shaking stopped and he collapsed back, his arms open, revealing
his smooth underarms. I sat up, having that good feeling you get right
after taking a shit, and started to lubricate my cock. I let Michael
recover and get himself into position. Before lying down he said "thanks"
as always. I looked over to Jake, who was wide eyed with another boner.

"You want to try?" I asked.

"No, I'll just watch," Jake said. He was turned on by us doing it, but I
think he couldn't quite bring himself to do something so "gay."

"Alright then," I said, getting into position with Michael. His dark little
boyrose was lubed up and ready. I could see the muscles shift as Michael
pressed out; my signal. In I went... I always loved that initial feeling
right when you entered and his sphincter resisted every inch of your
cock. Soon, I was all the way in, my few pubic hairs pressed against the
area between his hole and balls, my balls pressed against his bottom
butt. Out I went, slowly, enjoying the feeling, until only my head remained
in him. Then, I slowly went back in, the feelings of an orgasm already
welling up inside me. I turned toward Jake and smiled. He just continued to
stare and slowly stroke his cocklet. I started to pick up the pace a
little, Michael's butthole providing an orgasmic experience. Up and down I
went, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feeling. I grabbed Michael's
thighs for extra leverage, they were slippery with sweat, and I was the
same. A drop fell from my brow onto his chest, heaving in and out with deep
breaths. It was a hot day, a perfect day to be fucking your friend in the
sun. Michael raised his feet and wrapped them around the top of my back,
something he often did when expecting a huge orgasm. It opened up his
boyrose further and allowed me to have a smooth climax. I felt it well up
in my balls and transfer to my shaft. I blew shot after shot into his
insides, screaming loudly with pleasure. I hoped that nobody heard us, we
were being pretty loud. Slowly I came to a stop, still twitching slightly
with pleasure. I pulled my cock out of Michael's ass and watched his anus
slowly close. By now it had become used to the action and no longer was red
and angry afterward. I fell back and just enjoyed the feelings. Within a
minute or so, I opened my eyes to find Michael hovering over me.

"Thanks," I said. "That was a good fuck."

"Yes, it was. Too bad you didn't get in on it Jake."

"It was fun to watch you, thanks for the blowjob."

We all got dressed and headed back towards the trail. We found it and
walked back to the showers.

"Well Jake, I think we have to have dinner, but me and Danny have our own
tent if you'd like to stop by later. Danny's parents will be in the RV so
we'll be all alone."

"Okay, what spot are you?"

"Fifty-six A," Michael said. "Come around nine if you can, Danny's parents
go to bed early, which is a good thing for us."

"Alright, see you then," Jake said, wandering toward his campsite. He
looked zoned out and I could tell he was thinking about the events that
just occurred.

"I think maybe he'll open his ass up for us tonight," Michael said
grinning.

"I hope so," I said, "but we shouldn't push it."

"Let's wash off our dicks quick in the showers then head back," Michael
suggested.

We quickly stripped and washed off before heading back. Little did my
parents know we just blew off a thirteen year old, then fucked each other
in the woods.

"Long shower, what did you guys do?" my mom asked.

"We took a shower then met a kid and played with him for a while," I said,
honestly. "He might come back later."

"Sounds fun," my mom said. "Dinner should be ready soon, you two boys wash
up."

Michael and I entered the RV and headed toward the sink.

"Jake was hot," Michael said. "His dick was so cute too, big and uncut. And
his skin! Damn it was smooth!"

"Yeah," I said. "His load was pretty small, but nice and sweet. Watery like
mine."

"I bet his ass is so tight... like Marcus'. He won't be as good as you
though of course," Michael grinned.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. We headed outside and ate
dinner. After dinner we sat around a campfire and just chatted about the
trip. We would be reaching Los Angeles tomorrow and staying two nights in
Anaheim at the Castle Hotel.

"Do they have a pool?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, and a hot tub," my mom said. Michael and I looked at each other and
our eyes lit up.

After some s'mores and more chatter, my parents called it a night at nine
o'clock and headed into the RV.

"Jake should be here any minute," I thought out loud.

"Let's get the tent ready," Michael suggested. We crawled in and arranged
the two sleeping bags so they covered the whole surface of the
tent. Michael took a bottle of lotion from his bag and set it off to the
side. We went back outside to wait for Jake. It was nearly 9:20 and it he
was yet to come. We sat until the sun faded and darkness covered the
campground.

"Maybe he got tangled up in family stuff," Michael said, disappointed.

"Who knows. He seemed to be interested in our little fuck and looked like
he wanted part," I replied sadly.

We waited a little more just to be sure, but by ten it was pretty apparent
he wasn't coming. Little to our knowledge, the following morning my mom
said she saw a boy who matched his description come up to the campsite
while we were in our tent, only to turn away. He seemed concerned about
being "gay" during our first meeting; the stipulations placed on him by his
parents probably took control, Michael and I concluded. It was a shame.

"Well, so what do you want to do?" Michael asked.

"I don't know, I was ready for something big if Jake came, but now not so
much," I said.

"Yeah me too," Michael replied. "Maybe just a double whack job?"

"Sounds good to me," I said. A double whack job, as Michael and I had named
it, was where we both jacked each other off at the same time. We'd then
both shoot onto our own chests, then have the other person lick it up. We
had invented it once I was able to shoot, and used it in times where we
felt a little horny, but also wanted to save some energy for later on. I
had a feeling Michael and I would have some good sex tomorrow night in the
hotel room, hopefully with another boy. Michael had almost got that for us
tonight.

Into the tent we went, sitting criss-cross in front of each other, our
boners poking out. We both used the two finger method to jack the other
off, no lubricant. We found this was the best way to release the load
without tiring your sex drive out. It took a little longer, but it was
worth it. We both continued to stroke the other, resting our heads on each
other's shoulder. I could feel Michael's cock start to tense up. I made
sure it was angled toward his chest while he came, about five shots in
all. Within the minute, it was my turn, shooting about three good sized
shots onto my own chest. Michael leaned over and slowly licked my chest,
eating my cum. He gave my nipples a couple good licks, then backed away. I
went into his chest, eating his thicker cum and giving his balls a little
kiss.

"That was just right," Michael said, looking at me and smiling.

"Yeah," I said. "A great way to cap off a good day."

"It's a shame Jake wasn't here."

"Oh well," I said. "We've got each other, and that's all that matters."

"Yeah," Michael replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

With that we hugged, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we slowly
lay down on the sleeping bags. We arranged ourselves so we were lying on
top of one of the unzipped sleeping bags, while the other sleeping bag was
on top of us, creating a large, soft bed. It would be colder than squeezing
into one sleeping bag, but that just meant we'd have to snuggle more for
warmth.

"Goodnight love," Michael said, leaning over and planting a kiss on my
lips. We held it for a few seconds before slowly breaking away.

"Goodnight," I said, scooting closer to Michael, our bodies once again
tangled with another. In this overwhelming cocoon of love and warmth, it
didn't take long for me to drift asleep.


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