Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2005 16:47:41 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part VIII

Here is the eighth of nine parts, in which, the boys magical luck
continues! 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
should be completely posted by the end of this week, then I will post the
first chapter I wrote of the new story. The rest is up to you readers... so
start thinking of storylines and send them in! I'll try to work in as many
ideas as possible.

This story contains sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not wish to
view, are not of proper age, or it is illegal in you area of jurisdiction,
please leave now. If not enjoy!

I should mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT
copy or use any part of this story without my permission.

Please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love to hear
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Chapter Eight: Paul


I awoke to the sound of birds chirping, but the light reaching the tent was
still pretty dim. I guessed it to be very early morning, and my constant
napping yesterday was probably the culprit of being awake at this ungodly
hour. I was turned away from Michael, as he was pressed against me, his
boyhood radiating heat into my lower back. It was so warm and comfortable
inside the sleeping bag that I didn't make any movements. Michael might
sleep for a while longer, which was more than fine with me. I was still
very groggy but comfortable in my current position.

I just lay there reminiscing about the whole road trip. The past few years
it had been fun, but nothing like the current one. Images of Dan, Jake,
Sam, and Corey flashed through my mind. I supposed we might have another
chance tonight to meet another boy. It appeared as if we weren't going to
make it all the way to Olympia. We'd probably have to stop in Portland or
something, unless we wanted to book total ass and get home at midnight.

I heard Michael stir. He hummed a little bit to himself, took a deep
breath, then sighed. He was still pretty much out of it, but slowly waking
up. It may be a while before my parents woke up as well. Michael and I
could probably head to the showers and get that done before breakfast.

I felt a hand start to stroke my hair, Michael was awake. I flipped over
and faced him.

"Good morning sleepy head," I whispered.

"What time is it?" Michael asked, eyes barely open.

"I dunno, early... like six or something."

"Oh wow... did you sleep good?"

"Really good," I said. "I think I was just real tired from the last few
days, so I was totally knocked out."

"Yeah, me too," Michael replied.

"So I was thinking maybe we should take showers soon?"

"Naw," Michael said, pausing a moment to think. "I don't feel like it, it
hasn't even been twenty four hours yet. If we stop at another campsite or
hotel or something we can."

Valid points by Michael... we were young, it took a day or two for us to
start stinking.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to snuggle then," I said, pressing close
against him.

"Sounds good to me," he came back, lightly grinding his crotch into
mine. We were enjoying the other's company, but not to the point of getting
boners. The first couple months this would have sent us into instant
boners, but now we were used to such light foreplay.

We stayed like that for what was probably an hour, drifting in and out of
sleep. I could almost lay there forever in his warm and comfortable
company. The feeling of love and companionship we shared in such moments
was so fulfilling. We could hear my parents start to wake up and knew that
soon I'd have to crawl out of his sleeping bag and into my own.

"Well, today will be another long day in the RV," I thought out loud.

"Yea, we'll have to do something other than nap," Michael said.

"Yeah, we'll get through it."

Just then I heard the door to the RV open.

"Gotta go!" I exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the lips before darting into
my own sleeping bag. Boy was it cold! I found my boxers and slipped them
on, then pretended to fall asleep against my pillow. The zipper to the tent
opened and my mom's head popped in.

"Wake up sleepy heads," she sung. "We got to get rolling early today, get
ready for breakfast."

"We'll be there in a minute," I replied.

Michael and I both got ready, slipping on clean tee-shirts and shorts. We
rolled up our sleeping bags and then started to take down the tent. It was
fairly easy to take down, by now Michael and I had it down to an
art. Within about three minutes we entered the RV, not really hungry, but
knowing we had to eat.

"Good morning boys," my dad said, looking up from a magazine and sipping
coffee.

"Good morning," Michael said sweetly.

"Hey," I said, trying to look awake.

"Well, we have cereal and muffins for breakfast, as usual," my mom informed
us. "No milk for the cereal though, there is juice to drink."

"Water's fine," I replied, my stomach not ready for a huge hit of sugar so
early.

Michael and I both poured ourselves bowls of cereal and took a poppy seed
muffin. We munched the cold food in silence, still groggy.

"You two sure aren't morning people," my mom said. She was the polar
opposite; when she woke up, she was up. My dad was pretty similar too. I
guess it was kind of the norm for the age group, just like being a
sleepyhead was for my age.

"I don't know how you do it," I told my mom, putting away the food from
breakfast.

"So are we going to make it home today?" Michael asked after finishing his
muffin.

"Probably not boys," my dad replied. "We're going to have to stop in Salem
or somewhere around there unless we want to get home really late."

"Okay," Michael said. "I'll have to call my parents, they think I'm coming
home today."

"Yeah," my dad said, "we'll do it at lunch."

"Alright, cool," Michael said.

Soon we had finished cleaning up from breakfast and were ready to go. We
pulled out of the camping space, beeping along the way, Michael laughing at
the sound again. Soon, we were back on the familiar I-5, streaking towards
the Oregon border.

Michael and I played some board games that were in the car. One of them was
"Upwords" and of course, Michael laid down about a dozen naughty ones. I
had put down the word "pen" for six points, and well, you can guess the two
letters Michael added to that on his turn. We also played a few games of
chess, something we often played while just at home as well. Michael was
very good at it and had won some tournament as a third grader. I was just
average, so it was fun to beat him the second game. He got pissed, so of
course we had to play a third, in which he proceeded to slaughter me. Happy
with his dominance we flipped on the TV and looked for a station. All we
got was a QVC channel, but it would do. Michael and I laughed and made fun
of some the products. Before we knew it, it was one o'clock and time to eat
lunch.

"Go ahead and call your parents," my dad said, handing Michael the cell
phone. We had stopped at a park right off the freeway.

Michael took the phone and dialed his parents.

"Okay... well, maybe. I think so. It's okay, go ahead."

"What's up?" I asked when Michael stopped talking into the phone and looked
in my direction.

"I need to talk to your parents," he said, walking into the RV.

"So?" my mom asked.

"They were planning to go up to my Grandma's in Seattle tonight thinking I
would be home to come. They won't be back until the day after tomorrow, and
I'm supposed to call them back cause they don't have to go."

"You're free to stay the night with us tomorrow, go ahead and tell them to
go," my dad said.

"Okay, thanks a lot," Michael said, putting the phone back to his ear and
relaying the news to his parents. They seemed fine with it, Michael said he
loved them, and then he hung up and handed the phone back to my dad.

This could work out to our favor. Tonight, perhaps we could get another boy
to do something, and then tomorrow night have a final night together in the
comforts of my home. This whole trip really we've been doing it with other
boys and not with each other (barring the forest incident with Jake).

After eating we were back on the road. Michael and I were running out of
things to do, so we looked around the cupboards to look for something to
do. We found Happy Gilmore, something I had brought along last year to
watch but forgotten to take out. That provided us with a good two hours of
entertainment, and light naps took us until we arrived at a campsite.

"You have any sites open?" my dad asked the booth at the front.

"Yes sir, would you like a full-RV hookup?"

"Please."

"Just for tonight?"

"Yes, please."

"That'll be thirty two dollars."

Michael and I were anxious to get out of the RV and do something athletic.

"There's a stream here you boys can probably play in if it's deep enough,"
my mom told us as we looked for our spot.

"Cool," Michael said. "We'll have to check it out."

"Yeah," I replied.

We rolled into our campsite and got situated. My parents had to go out and
buy groceries for dinner, but they let us stay.

"Can we go swimming?" I asked.

"As long as it's safe," my mom said. "I think I remember this place, it's
not very deep."

We took our swimsuits from the RV and then they left. We walked towards the
stream carrying them, with any luck we wouldn't have to use them. The trees
suddenly opened up into the stream, about twenty feet wide and slow
moving. There were only two families nestled along its banks.

"Let's go around that corner," Michael said, pointing to a sharp bend in
the creek.

"Good idea," I said, ready to skinny dip.

We walked towards the bend in the deep brush along side the water.

"Get down!" Michael said all of a sudden.

"What is it?" I asked, ducking. Michael pointed towards the water.

A very attractive looking boy was slowly taking off his clothes and was
down to his boxers. He was skinny, had shaggy blonde hair, and looked to be
about our age.

"Oh fuck, he's hot," Michael remarked as he slowly took off his boxers. I
couldn't argue, he was probably the most naturally attractive boy I've
seen, aside from Michael of course. From our rest about forty feet away (he
was across the stream) we could tell he was uncut and didn't have any pubic
hair.

"Well, looks like our prayers were answered," I joked. "A beautiful naked
boy stripping before us."

"Now to move in for the kill," Michael grinned. "Let's walk out nude too."

"Can anybody see us?" I asked him.

"No, look," he said. We were far around the bend and everybody who was at
the stream was now out of sight.

"Okay, cool," I commented, taking off my clothes. We both striped to our
skins and then headed out of the brush. The boy was slashing around in the
water as we did so, and we were just about at the bank before he noticed
us. At first he looked startled, but then he realized we were naked too.

"Hey," he called.

"What's up?" Michael asked.

"Just going for a swim," the boy replied, smiling and standing up.

His foreskin was outrageously cute, a little big for his penis, creating a
small tip of extra skin at the top. It hugged his penis perfectly, making
everything look nice and round.

"Haven't seen a foreskin before?" he said, smiling at me staring at his
crotch.

"No, our friend Marcus has one," I said, looking up and smiling at him.

"The better question then I guess is have you ever sucked one?" he said
devilishly. He was even more aggressive than Michael; this was boding well.

"Yeah, his all the time," I grinned back.

"Really?" the boy said, sounding surprised. "What's your name?"

"Danny. My friend here is Michael," I said, Michael and I now both having
raging boners. The blonde boy was starting to get one too. He had blue eyes
and an outey belly button. His hair was shaggy blonde, like Marcus', and he
had a little chub on his stomach and thighs like most boys. His eyes were a
deep and mystical green.

"I'm Paul," he said, extending his hand, which we both shook. He was now
fully hard, about four inches in total like Michael's, but not quite as
wide. It was more comparable to the width of my cock.

"So you guys play around often?" Paul asked, studying our packages.

"All the time," Michael responded.

"Ever fuck?" he pressed on.

"All the time," Michael grinned.

"Cool, me and my friend do too. He's not here though," Paul replied. I was
getting lost in his deep green eyes.

"You must be lonely then huh?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, well my dick is at least," Paul said, looking down at his crotch and
giving a few strokes to his erect cock. I just stared at it, wanting badly
to play with it.

"Well maybe Danny and I could fix that for you," Michael suggested. Another
fuck in the forest?

"Really?" he asked, seemingly shocked we were going along with it. I guess
he didn't really know who he was dealing with.

"Yup," Michael said. "Where shall we do this thing?"

"Down stream around that next bend there's a beach like thing. I've done
stuff before with my friend there and nobody seems to go there."

"Who is your friend?" I asked.

"Jason," Paul replied. "He's fifteen."

"How old are you?" Michael asked.

"Twelve. You guys?"

"Same."

"Cool," Paul grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth as we round the
bin. There was a nice beach with soft gray sand, just like Paul had
mentioned.

"This it?" Michael asked, looking around.

"Yeah," Paul replied.

"Nice," Michael commented, feeling the sand. It seemed to be in the middle
of nowhere, the closest people were probably those near the stream when we
first arrived. By now we were probably 200 yards down stream from them
around two bends.

"So how do we want to do this?" I asked. "Can you shoot yet?"

"No, you guys?"

"Michael can," I replied. "And I can, a little bit."

"Cool," Paul said.

"How much time you got?" Michael asked.

"A while," Paul replied. "Told my parents I'd be back in a few hours about
an hour ago."

"Yeah," I replied. "We have lots of time too. That means we can probably do
a couple things."

"Like what?" he asked.

"This is what I was thinking," Michael said, the top of his dick already
leaking a little precum. "We do blowjobs first, then fuck. The problem is
we have an uneven amount of people."

That was a good point. With Sam and Corey, we each had a partner for every
activity.

"Well," Paul pondered. "How about you guys blow me off, then while I'm
still out of it, you both can fuck me. After that I fuck both of you, but
I'd have to finish in just one."

"Did you want to blow anyone?" I asked.

"To tell you the truth, I'd rather fuck than suck," he replied, Michael and
I laughing at the rhyme.

"Well," Michael came back, "if you'd like to save up your orgasm for when
you fuck us, that's cool. Me and Danny just want a taste of your cock."

"That's cool," Paul replied. "When you're lubing me up, just take a little
detour up there."

"Aight, cool," Michael said. "You sure you want us fucking you back to
back?"

"Eh, no biggie," Paul said. "Jason and our other friend David once fucked
me four consecutive times."

"And that was okay with you?" I asked.

"More than okay," Paul said. "I love it, it's the best feeling in the
world."

"I know what you mean," Michael said. "You want to go first?"

"Sure," Paul said, grinning. His cock was still at full attention, poking
straight out from his body. "Who wants to be penetrated first?"

"Me," I said. I wanted to give Michael the feelings of Paul's orgasm.

"Allright," Paul said. "What position you prefer?"

"On my back," I said, unaware of any others. I laid down on my back, spread
my legs wide, then pulled them towards my chest. My boyrose opened up to
him and he smiled with delight.

"So small compared to Jason's," he commented, spitting on his hand and
rubbing it around my anus. I moaned with delight, looking past my erect
cock and soft balls at Paul lubing me up. He slipped a finger inside my
bowels, commenting they were nice and tight. It was a shame I wouldn't get
to feel his orgasm, but having his cock in me was reward enough. And I know
that shortly I'd get to do the same thing back to him. By now he was done
lubing up his own penis, pretty big for not being able to cum, and asked me
if I was ready.

"Yup," I said, pressing out and waiting for the familiar feeling. In popped
his uncircumcised cocklet, the skin slowly peeling back and allowing his
head to explore my insides. I wondered what it felt like for a person with
a foreskin when their head was exposed... things were probably twice as
good.

"Hey Michael," Paul said, pumping in and out. "Can you lube yourself up so
I can trade quick?"

"Sure," Michael said, spitting his own hands and lubing himself up. Paul
had been fucking me for probably about four minutes and I knew my time was
almost up. I could feel his cock graze my prostrate and jump with delight
at the tight and slick texture of my asshole.

"Sorry Danny, got to switch," he said, patting me on the balls before
taking his cock out in rhythm. He immediately stuck it into Michael, who
had assumed the same position.

"Damn you both have such great holes."

"Thank you," I said, sitting up to watch the show. My cock was super erect
and sensitive to my every touch. I dare not play with it, it was on the
verge of bursting. I looked at Paul, his skinny body pushing in and out of
Michael. He was so hot while doing it, his every muscle flexed and
strained. He had some fat on his butt, and that was about the only thing
that jiggled as he thrust in and out. His legs were smooth and
hairless. His thighs were the same way, with their little bit of pudge. I
also noticed his thighs were almost as tan as his lower leg, suggesting to
me he went around naked often. I could see his body seize up and knew that
the end was near. He absolutely exploded into Michael, thrusting violently
time and time again. It seemed pretty obvious he hadn't fucked in a
while. He was screaming while Michael was loudly moaning at the
feelings. It was a good thing we weren't near anybody. Paul slowly
retracted his cock, shining with Michael's anal fluids. He fell back
against the sand and sighed loudly. His penis slowly shrunk, his head once
again being engulfed by his foreskin.

"That was great," he said, still lying on his back. "I needed that. Lemme
wash off then you guys can have your go."

He went to the river and rinsed his cock. I turned towards Michael.

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah, he was good," Michael said. "Dry orgasm, but his dick hit all the
right spots. I could feel his skin rolling up and down as he fucked, must
have been great for him."

Paul came back, now fresh and clean.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked, grinning and laying down on the ground.

"You can," I told Michael. His dick was painfully erect and it would be
cruel to make him wait longer. He didn't argue, lifting Paul's legs up and
exposing his boyrose. The sight of it made my heart jump; it was clean and
pink, ready to be fucked. The main difference between it and all the ones
I've fucked before was its length. Most assholes, including Michael's and
my own, were simply round. Paul's however was almost like a mini-vagina,
its lips running three fourths of an inch. The size and frequency of his
fucks with older boys probably led to this feature, seemingly tailor made
to our cause.

"Damn," Michael said. "Nice ass."

"Thanks," he said. "It's probably a little stretched out from Jason, might
not be very tight for you guys."

"I'm sure it's fine," Michael said, still entranced, like me, from this
boy. He was so cute lying there with his legs pulled back, the smooth
undersides of his thighs leading into his heavenly package. I could see his
dick lying softly against his stomach, his balls falling the other
way. Michael bent down and sucked them, enjoying the taste. To me they
looked about the size of mine, though they were seemingly unable to produce
semen. Just by the looks of him and his physical attributes, I'd give him
no more than two months to start squirting.

Michael lubed up Paul's hole and then his own cock. He got into position
then slowly pushed in, moaning lightly while doing so.

"Wow," Paul said. "Feels a lot different than Jason's jumbo cock."

"That a good thing?" Michael asked, slowly pulling back and pushing in for
the first time.

"Yeah," Paul said. "It's a different, but totally awesome feeling."

"Good," Michael replied, moving slowly up and down. He was enjoying every
minute of it, and why not? We had plenty of time and wanted to enjoy this
hot boy's presence for as long as possible. Paul's dick was slowly
returning to an erect state, I'm sure Michael's slow and sensual treatment
of his asshole had something to do with that. I just sat back and enjoyed
the sight, getting ready for my own turn. I think I would take it extra
slow as well, no reason not too. Besides, a slow fuck was better in a
bigger asshole, a fast fuck better in a small one. A bigger hole didn't
mean less pleasure at all, you just had to move slower so you'd get all the
sensations and feelings. In a smaller asshole, it didn't matter how fast
you moved, you'd still feel everything, but it was good to move faster. If
you went too slowly in Marcus at first, his hole would almost cut off
circulation to your penis.

Michael's butt slowly went up and down, straining then relaxing. The sun
was beating down on us and they both had a light layer of sweat glistening
on them. It had been quite some time since Michael started and I knew it
couldn't be long until he had to blow. He slowed to a stop then slowly
lowered his head into Paul's crotch, taking a whiff of his boy smells. He
then took his now erect cock in his mouth and started to slowly suck it. I
had a feeling he was about to blow himself and took the cock detour now to
delay the process. After the shaft he moved down and sucked each one of
Paul's balls, giving them his usual treatment.

"Wow," Michael said, letting out his mouthful of boycock. "Nice tasting
package you've got there."

"One hell of a mouth you've got," Paul returned smiling, then laying his
head back on the sand.

Michael slowly started to pump again, and I could tell, even with the pit
stop, he needed to blow. His back went rigid and his thrusts became more
deliberate. He took a deep breath then began to convulse, slamming his
balls and pubic hair time and time again against Paul's soft and supple
ass. I could tell by the longevity of the orgasm that the slow style had
worked well. Michael finally stopped shivering and slowly removed his cock,
the top half being streaked with poop.

"Damn," Michael gasped. "That's one fine ass you got there... nice and
juicy."

"Thanks," Paul replied. "Sorry about the poop."

"It's fine," Michael said. "Isn't anything a little sand and water can't
rub off."

Paul turned towards me, letting his legs relax and fall against the
sand. His balls hung angelically in between his smooth thighs.

"Ready?" he asked.

"You bet," I said eagerly. "Are you?"

"Oh yeah," he said, pulling his legs back up and revealing his hole. It was
already very wet, whether it be Michael's spit or something else, I didn't
know. I lubed up my cock and placed it against his hole. He gave me a nod
and in I slipped in. Much easier to enter than even Michael's hole, it
accepted my cock easily. I discovered what made Michael's fuck so
enjoyable, the place was crawling with wetness. Now a normal butt has a lot
of wetness mind you, but this, this was like what I imagined a vagina would
be like. I was pretty sure I could feel some of Michael's rather thick cum
running down him and onto my head.

"Damn, it's so wet and slick in there," I said to Paul.

"Yeah," Paul replied, "It produces a bunch of liquid when someone starts
fucking me. Almost like it wants to help the process."

"Well, whatever it is, it's awesome."

I slowly began to fuck. My penis jumped with delight at the sensations of
his warm and moist bowels. A slight slurping noise began to start,
accompanied by the smack of my balls against his ass at every thrust. I
could tell I wasn't going to last nearly as long as Michael, I think I got
a little over horny just watching the two. I remembered that I had a cock
break, so I slowly stopped my thrusting and put my face right into his
balls. I could feel their warmth, a few fine hairs dotting them. I looked
closer at his pubis and noticed a few lights hairs there as well. I
remember when I had those, it was only a matter of time before they
darkened and officially become pubic hairs. His package had a perfect boy
smell, hard to describe. I took his dick in my mouth, it still rock hard
and gave it a few strokes. I played with his foreskin in my mouth, and then
licked all around his head, hearing him groan with delight. It was thinner
than Michael's, but larger than Marcus'. I went down to his balls, taking
them both up in my mouth at the same time and giving them a special massage
treatment. They weren't nearly as big as Michael's, but as I had assumed,
about my size. His scrotum was loose and wiggled around in my mouth. I let
his package out, then moved back up to his cock. I couldn't resist, it was
just too good to pass up. I licked it up and down with my tongue, trying to
store the feelings into my memory. I gave him one last stroke of the shaft,
then bam. He started convulsing in my mouth, thrusting his hips into mine
rapidly, having a monster dry orgasm. I absorbed it best I could, feeling
slightly guilty at the mistaken explosion.

"Sorry," I said. "No idea you were going to cum."

"Don't be sorry," he said, opening his deep green eyes and hypnotizing me
with them. "It was just what I needed; now finish yours off."

"Yes sir!" I exclaimed, starting to slowly fuck him again. All that
commotion had made me a little horny and moved me closer to orgasm. I
closed my eyes, feeling the slick sweat between us when all of a sudden I
felt his hands grab my ass. He was lightly massaging it while also giving
me extra leverage into my thrust. It was enough to send me over the top,
slamming again and again into his unique boyrose. I must have shot about
four or five times, dry humped about a dozen more. Slowly I came to a stop
and my dick slid neatly out with a slurp, covered with his poop and bowel
juices. I feel back against the sand, having no energy to move or even open
my eyes. I could feel the warm sun beat down against my naked, smooth
body. If only I could feel like this forever. After a while I slowly opened
my eyes to Paul's beaming face.

"One hell of a fuck Danny," he said. "And you Michael. What a great feeling
that was."

"What a great ass that was," I said, walking down to the water and washing
off. It was easier for me, I'm sure Paul had to clean more thoroughly with
his foreskin. I climbed back to the beach, rejoining Michael and Paul, and
for once we were all soft.

We talked for a while, learning his was from Fresno. We invited him to come
back to our place that evening, but he had to do stuff with his family.

"You have an e-mail address?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it's chingame92@yahoo.com," he said.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"That's the great part, nobody knows. It means `fuck me' in Spanish."

"Oh you dirty, dirty boy," I grinned. "C-h-i-n-g-a-m-e?"

"Yup."

"Alright. We'll make sure to stay in touch."

By then, a couple hours had passed and it was time to say goodbye. We all
got dressed and then hugged each other, saying goodbye. We watched him walk
down the beach, his smooth, tan legs shimmering in the sun.

"He was a special boy," I said, sighing.

"Yeah," Michael responded. "Nice guy, and hot as can be."

"Let's go back to the campsite," I suggested. We'd have to take showers
later that night just to make sure we were actually clean.

"Hey boys!" my mom called as we approached.

"What's up?" I yelled back.

"Oh not much. We got some food for tonight, dinner should be ready in about
half an hour. You guys were sure at the stream a long time."

"Yeah," I said, now within normal voice range, "we met a boy down there and
we played with each other for a while."

Michael tried to suppress his laughter. I wasn't necessarily lying; you
just had to interoperate it in the right manner. And of course, the parents
never did.

"That's great," my mom said. She loved when we made friends, which was
happening at a pretty steady rate this trip. I'd probably have to give the
credit to Michael; hardly any boy could resist his convincing words and
stunning looks. That's what was great about our age, most boys were open to
this sort of play as long as you approached it in the right way. Michael
knew how to do it too, that was for sure.

Michael and I sat down to play poker until dinner. Normally we'd play strip
poker of course, but that wasn't happening outside in the middle of a
campsite.

"Flush," Michael said, flashing his cards grinning, sure he had won.

"Full house biatch," I said, slamming my cards down on the table. Michael's
eyes lit up in disbelief.

"Damn, that was my best hand too," he whined.

"Yeah, I'd have you naked now if we were playing for real," I joked.

"That would be more of a reward than punishment," Michael jested, and I
guess that was true.

We switched to a mindless game of war. There was something about this game
that got Michael riled up, and I swear he thought he had strategies. I had
to remind him a couple of times it was just luck of the draw. It was
actually pretty cute how he got all involved in it, and I couldn't help
from just bursting in laughter at his victory dance.

"I own you in war," Michael said, acting like he had just scored a
touchdown.

"Time for dinner boys," my mom called. We rushed to the table to find a
feast awaiting us. My dad had cooked steak on the grill, while my mom made
rice and green beans. There were all types of fruit and cookies for
dessert. We dug in, eating like starved animals. When you were just with
your family and friends, there was no point in good table manners. I looked
at the strawberries... if only we had whip cream.

"This is the best meat ever," Michael said, chomping down on the steak.

"You sure?" I said, putting on a pouting face and looking down at my
crotch. My parents were involved in their own conversation.

"Okay," Michael grinned. "Second best."

"Agreed!" I said, ripping a piece off. We munched happily and had a few
cookies for dessert.

We stumbled into the RV and lay down on our beds. Without really realizing
it, we dozed off to sleep, only to awake two hours later at nine.

"Damn, fell asleep like at Thanksgiving," I said, shaking Michael to wake
up.

"Yeah, I was tired," Michael remarked.

My parents were already in their beds, reading books and getting ready for
bed when I poked my head in.

"Hey, is it okay if we go take a shower?" I asked them.

"Well," my mom replied, "we're not in a hurry to leave in the morning, why
don't you just take one then?"

"Cause my feet and stuff are dirty from the creek and I don't want to drag
it into my bed," I replied.

"Alright," my mom gave in. "Take the flashlight and be quick."

"Thanks," I said, turning towards Michael and giving him a thumbs up. I
didn't think this would be anything special, we were groggy and weren't up
to anything major.

We strolled to the showers, each one being an individual little room.

"This would have been hard if we were looking for some," Michael joked.

"Oh well," I replied. "We've struck gold every stop. Like today, what are
the chances of walking in on him skinny dipping?"

"Or that he was so experienced," Michael added.

"And had the juiciest ass ever," I added.

"Yeah," Michael said. "What was with that... that was awesome. I wish my
ass could do that."

"Lemme fuck you a hundred more times and see if it starts," I grinned.

"Patience, my young padawon," Michael joked as we both entered the same
room. We shut the door; there was a little barrier with a bench to put our
clothes on, then the shower. It was pretty cramped, but that wasn't a
problem for us. Michael had brought both the soap and shampoo, no need to
forget them this time. I flipped on the water and adjusted it to the
perfect temperature. Michael liked his showers hotter, to the point that it
almost hurt, but he adjusted his ways when we showered together.

"Wanna soap me up?" I asked, and Michael nodded. I faced the facet, Michael
standing behind me. He took the bar and moved it all around my body, not
paying special attention to any particular part. If we were horny he'd
spend a few minutes gently washing all my private parts, but that wasn't
the case. He did slip a finger past my asshole just to make sure it was
nice and clean. Pretty soon he was done and it was my turn to soap him
up. I did the same, just enjoying the feeling of my hand running along his
smooth, wet body. I cupped his balls lightly, thanking them for providing
Michael with his yummy juice. I too rubbed my finger past his asshole, just
making sure it was clean. That was almost a given with Michael though, his
asshole never seemed to be dirty. Every time you spread his legs apart,
there it was, pink and clean as if he had just washed it. Returning back to
reality, I gave his body a few light strokes with the soap and then
retracted.

"I'll rinse off then we'll shampoo," Michael suggested. I nodded and
grabbed the bottle of shampoo.

"Go ahead and wet your head," I instructed him. He complied, and turning
away from me and allowing me to lather it up with the shampoo. I massaged
the foam deep into his scalp, making it feel as good as I could.

"God, I love it when you massage my head," Michael groaned, playing on
words.

"Yeah, except this head doesn't explode after I rub it for a while," I came
back, finishing up my special treatment. I gently directed the water
towards his head and washed it out of his silky brown hair. Shame we didn't
have conditioner, we often used that while showering together. Made their
hair extra smooth and silky.

We switched positions, Michael now rubbing my soft red hair down with
shampoo. It didn't very much shampoo for either of us because our hair was
so short, but we still enjoyed it. Michael gave me the same treatment,
expertly rubbing down my head with the shampoo. Whether it be my cock or my
head, Michael sure had some expert hands. He gently rinsed the foam out of
my head and patted me on the back.

"Done," he said.

"Thanks," I said. We finished our last little things up, dried off, got
dressed, then headed back towards the campsite. We didn't care if anybody
saw us go in or come out of the same stall, what business of it was theirs?
Besides, we were still at that `innocent' age, nobody would think much of
it.

Upon return at the RV we checked in with my parents, allowing them to relax
and go to bed. Michael and I grabbed our toothbrushes and brushed our teeth
at the bathroom sink. After that, there wasn't much to do but go to bed.

"So wanna just go to bed?" I asked Michael.

"Yeah," he said. "We'll do something special tomorrow night at your house,
I'm really tired right now."

"I agree," I said.

We both then stepped out of our clothing, Michael putting his boxers in his
sleeping bag for when he crawled into it in the morning. We climbed naked
up to my bunk and nestled in.

"Goodnight," I said, turning towards Michael and kissing him on the lips.

"Night sexy," he replied, gently stroking my leg with his hand.

Within a few minutes, we fell asleep, exhausted. It had been quite a day,
one we would soon not forget.



END OF PART EIGHT.


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