Road Rules is copyrighted to MTV and Bunim/Murray productions. The story is copyrighted to me. Dave and Chris are copyrighted to themselves.
I had such a good time watching Dave and especially Chris in their Speedos in the latest episode that I had to write a story about them. Chapter 2 will have more action and will be out in a few days, hopefully. Read this and tell me what you think, or what you want to see next! Want Abe to join in too? Then tell me.
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Tomorrow was uncertain. Tonight was a party.
The Road Rules: South Pacific cast had pulled victory from the jaws of defeat in their diving challenge. They were 6 and strong instead of 5 and fatigued. Cara and Donnell were freaking out over the idea of who to vote out, so any putting off of that process was good.
The night devolved into heavy drinking and truth or dare. Mary Beth admitted to being hung over during her final exams. Chris admitted to stripping totally naked in a laundromat while out of clean everything. Cara wouldn't admit if she'd ever kissed a girl, so her dare was...to kiss a girl.
"How original. You guys, and I do mean GUYS, are horny little toads."
Chris and Dave croaked in perfect harmony while Cara pulled Cristena in for a whispery chat. They mapped out their plan and the evil grins on their faces told the men of the camper to be prepared.
"Here's the deal. Cristena and I kiss..."
She waved her hand when the boys started to cheer.
".../only/ if Dave and Chris kiss."
The smirks fell from the boys' mischieviously dashing faces. They whispered to themselves.
"C'mon dude, don't let her punk us out. I've been groped by guys while I'm in nothin' but a thong; this is shit compared to that."
Chris wasn't as sure, but the heavy alcohol on an empty stomach, plus plain old curiosity, did him in.
Chris and Dave turned back to the girls.
"Get to smooching, ladies."
Cara hesitated, since she never thought the guys would go for this, but a deal was a deal and she pecked Cristena on the lips. More whooping and cheering until it was the men's time to shine.
"Kisskisskisskisskisskisskisskiss" was the rallying cry awaiting Dave and Chris as they scoped each other out. For some reason, Chris wasn't disgusted. Nervous, excited, but not disgusted. Dave's lower lip was puffy and begging to be touched. For his part, Dave was trying to just get it over with. He didn't want to focus on how rugged and handsome Chris was, how he was put at ease and turned on by the smooth sexuality flowing from him. So he pushed their mouths together, practically slammed. Their lips were closed but each could smell the stale beer and potato chips. The stubble burned at their cheeks. It was so totally different from what a woman felt like. There were no rules or pressures on them. Chris wanted to massage Dave's tongue with his own, to scrape his gums and taste the back of his throat. Dave wanted to make the lump in his boxers fade away.
Dave pulled away before he could let himself go any deeper. Both men were gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling, the floor, their shoes, everything but each other. They expected catcalls, but the women were too flushed to say a word. And Donnell...Dave was happy to see that Donnell had passed out sometime before Cara and Cristena were done swapping spit. Chris wiped his brow and told the speechless girls and panting guy he was heading for his bed. The others soon followed.
A few hours later, Chris crawled out of bed. He'd slept fine, but a huge boner had snaked down his shorts. Whether it was all the beer or the weird dreams, he knew he needed to take a break from the RV. Fresh, cool air was a good deterrent to dribbling jizz at the thought of Dave's naughty grin, the way Dave's cute butt jiggled when he walked, Dave's faint facial fuzz digging deep into his meaty thighs while he sucked Chris deep to the root.
Unnnh. There was the dribbling again. Chris jumped out of the camper in his boxers and a T-shirt. His pointy nips poked through the fabric due to the chill in the air. Such crisp, pure air. Chris took in a deep breath. With the moon as his only light, he could barely make out the field surrounding the parked RV. He heard groans, whispers, slick slapping sounds. Puzzled, he walked towards the noises, only to find the surprising sight of Dave on a blanket, his stomach to the ground, his cute little butt jostling up and down as he jerked himself off and humped a T-shirt. How could a man be so beautiful?
"Oh Chris...oh Abe...why do I feel like this...FUCKFUCKFUCK...plug my mouth, suck my cock...."
Chris was too drunk and horny to even think twice. He grabbed Dave's ankles, spinning him around. Before Dave could utter a complaint, Chris was at Dave's crotch, briefly studying the slender 6 hard inches before sucking the head into his mouth. Such a hungry mouth.
Dave moaned, from total shock or splendor, maybe both. Propped up on his elbows, he watched that short brown-grey hair bobbing up and down on his meat. Suddenly, Chris pushed him flat on his back. Before Dave could object, a pair of soaked boxers crammed to his lips. Dave nearly gagged from the pungent smell, but licked the transparent, fat head in spite of himself. No wonder Chris filled out those Speedos like a champ -- he was as thick around as a baby's arm. Dave wasn't sure of his feelings, but he gave in to the alcohol and the rush from his devoured dick. He sucked in Chris's fat cherrybuster, and the night began.