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The Travel Game
"Where you from boy...'round here? You look preened up and fresh like, so you ain't been on the road long fer sure....and wit'out no shoes neither."
"Jus' hitchin' to nowheres is all."
"Out here on the highway of all places, hitching to nowhere's?"
"'Snuthin' really. I grab rides to here and there around the area... learn stuff, make some change. There's older guys I know...they always heading for the city when they get a chance. I don't know about that fer me...leastways....not yet. So I sorta hang hereabout, and make believe ahm on the road seekin' my fortune."
"So young dude, whut's the goin' size of such a 'fortune' these days in this area....and whut's a dude gotta do to earn it?"
Cody was really unintentionally coy then, but had this glowing smile on his smoothe and tanned boyish face, which would disarm anybody.
Brighton was a sharp kid. He didn't know what he wanted from his forthcoming, hopefully long life, but he was sure he'd know how to get it....and a potential provider had just entered, stage left, into that young life.
Bry had soft-red hair, requisite freckled face and shoulders....ears too. He was wearing a blue and gold Lakers basketball jersey tank that hung so long that it came below his butt which was snugged in his tan cargoes. When he got the urges 'for the road,' Brighton could be anywhere, wearing anything inappropriate for the trek, but he'd always take off.
This afternoon, he was sitting in the grass in his front yard, and an older brother of a bud came by and asked if he needed a ride anywhere. Most the nabe kids knew Bry's 'travel,' game and would give him a kick start now and then. He jumped up, barefoot, and ran to the guy's car, and while they rode, he selected the on ramp of the highway for dropoff. So that brings us to here. Waif-like Brighton just picked up barefoot on the highway....all 110 lbs of him, at 5' 6".
As they drove, Bry was pondering his toes....turning 'em under and spreadin' 'em out, and then crossed his ankles and folded his arms across his chest, and said, "Five or ten bucks, I guess.....five you-me....ten, me-you," Bry said as casually as if he was ordering a sundae.
Cody sprung wood immediately! He actually shorted a breath. He wanted to be cool with the kid, didn't wanna scare him off, or seem too casual...he needn't have worried. Bry could hear a mark's heart skip.
Cody didn't even get a chance to ask 'Where's a good spot to pull over...' before Brighton said, jus' 'round the bend there's a rest stop. Cody was nervous now, and his suddenly clammy hands were shaking on the wheel. This could be a trap, a setup...what if the kid was just bait fer a mugger....or worse?
He warily turned into the rest area, and there was nothing...no cars, folks, nothing....which eased his worry a bit. But of course, the kid was from the area, anybody could have his wheels in the neighborhood the other side of those trees. Not taking any chances, Cody parked by the entrance off to the side, and stayed far from the rear and the thick wooded area.....then instead of getting out as he would have liked...and Bry would have liked....he flipped the door locks and rolled the windows up to meer cracks.
Bry now got a little clammy, and said, "Hey man, 'sup?"
"Just don't want no suprises, boy...is all. This isn't gonna be the most respectable position fer me to be found in...ya know?"
Brighton sorta shrugged, feeling better himself now, and cross-hand whipped his tank jersey off over his head and dropped it on the seat. As the calming Cody turned and reached for the boy's pants, he asked, "What's your name?"
"Brighton," the kid said....and his new friend said, "Mine's Cody, and I'm gonna suck your dick."
Brighton liked the approach and it's near boldness...and pushed up against the floor with his barefeet, so Cody, who had unzipped him, could get his pants down far enough to free up his boy pud.
Bry was randy, ready and.....hunnnnnggggg! His rising meat was a hefty 7 1/2 inches of pulsing boy prick. With the boy's average height and slim body, the length of that cut dick looked even bigger to Cody, whose eyes grew wide as saucers.
"Ohmigod, that's beautiful, boy....soooo beautiful. I just have to have it," he seemed to cry out diving over the head and seeming to take it's whole length inside.
Even though Brighton was no stranger to getting blowed, he jumped from the contagious excitement generated by Cody's wild enthusiam.
They both shook wildly, and Bry shivered all over. "Oh! Ohh!" He felt it! So fabulous! Just can't describe! His dickhead was literally swallowed! It had been lodged at the back of Cody's wide-open mouth, with the rest of his dick sorta bent around the cheek, and then like a vacuum....sucking, it was pulled into Cody's throat, oozing through the opening.
It was inside Cody's throat! Oh goddddd! It's going....deeper. Squeezing over it...throbbing.. "Ahhh!" Cody kept swallowing....the boycock was slipping further down....more....
"Unnghh! Uh! Uh! Phwuummph!" he moaned, grabbing short breaths. Cody was swallowing over and over his dickmeat. Bry'd been swallowed before...but this...there was no words to..."Ohhhhh! Toomuch! Toooomuchh! Cumm....cumminnn!"
Brighton bucked and bounced and his whole middle pumped up into Cody's sucking face...and his spewing boyprick might have actually sunk even deeper into Cody's throat.
The swollen expanse of the now huge cock so filled Cody's mouth, he felt he had never sucked so happily before. His face flushed red and streaked with sweat and tears. His spit was oozing out over his bottom lip around Bry's face stuffing meat. With Brighton cradling his head like a prized toy, Cody eased up and off Bry, and the "Thweewucckk!" that signaled prick being plucked from his throat gave them both the shivers again.
Cody took easily seven teen cream spurts straight into his throat, and Brighton's cockhead was still drooling spewz against his licking lips as he lay in Bry's lap, his whole body heaving from the strenuous effort....Bry was in all his glory. The fuckin' most fabulous suckoff he'd ever had in his 'career!'
"Comeon, dude...have another helping," Brighton coaxed, feeding his newly hardened cockpole through the sniggering lips still working the boy's cockhead. Without the slightest objection, Cody's lips parted for the 7 inch-plus joy rod to nestle inside. Soon enough, Brighton was rising up, pushing Cody's head against the seat back, sort of sideways and faceup.
Cody was stretched across the front seat and up at angle now with his head halfways up against the passenger side seatback.
As Bry began to pummel him some mouth cunt, he grabbed the back of Cody's head and pulled it back and forth over his swelling meat, while pushing his neck out to ease a reinsertion.
"Gwukk! Uwkk! Scshkk! Sqishk!" were the sounds of boysuck filling Cody's car, and then the "Sqwullphhk!" when Bry drove into his sucker's throat once more. Bry was hooked on throat fuck now....future 'fortune riders' would pay the price of his new intensity, born of Cody's expert mouth.
Taking a breather, Brighton held with Cody's face planted squarely in his pubes, and the poor guy was snorting what breaths he could through Bry's cock hairs, while the boy blandly looked down at the sweat-matted brown, and formerly brushcut hair.
He reached down the side of the passenger seat to pull the recline lever, easing them down to about a 30 degree incline. Then Brighton pushed off on his toes of one foot to the floor, and the knee of the other into the seat, and facefucked him one cock-loving dude! It looked like he was doing pushups on an incline gym bench. The constant glucking and snorking of Cody became like music to Brighton. He never wanted this to end, but sadly, he was nearly..."Oh fuck! Take me man! Swaller it cockeater!!!" he screamed, in the now completely fogged up car. He drained his balls once more into Cody's throat.
Cody was truly a master of his throat muscles and breath control in the face of this teenboy cock onslaught. What a mouthfuckin' he took!!! When he could feel the boy's prick soften some, he then worked it out of his throat. The saliva had filled his mouth with no place to go and was drooling down his chin and neck. He swallowed, the majoriy of it, coughing some, while laving Bry's cock which still lay on his tongue.
Bry held place both over Cody and in his mouth, making no effort to move as he came down from his second fierce face rammin.' He even wiggled his cock around on that tongue, thrilling himself again and again with the jolts he got from his so super sensitive aftercum cockhead. The shivers went through him over and over, and then eased away, and he breathed free and normal finally.
He eased down and out of Cody's mouth, purposely letting his dick slide out and over the bottom lip and down his chin. Cody was in a trance. He'd never been treated to anything like this in all his young years of daring to hum on a prong. This young kid had taken him on some ride!
Brighton was zippin' up his cargoes, and he squeezed Cody's balls through his pants. Cody was shook from the surprise touch, and for the first time realized that Brighton had fucked him to a nut of his own. The cooling jizz in his boxers gave him his first unhappy moment since he downed Bry's meat.
Quickly doing what he could to get his dissheveled person squared away, he sat up and opened the car door for some badly needed air. The inside of that car smelled like a porn film director's sleazy motel room....and was just as sweaty-hot. Brighton looked expectantly at Cody as he opened the door on his side. Cody reached for his wallet, and pulled out five....then thought a sec, and pulled out another. "My contribution to your 'fortune,' young dude. I wonder if I'll be making any more?"
With two slender boy fingers, Bry plucked the bills from his hand, and said, "Yuh never know, man....keep yer eyes open fer a dude with his thumb out when yuh come through here and yuh just might get the chance again."
They handslapped through the car window, and as Cody waved, Brighton headed to the roadway and across. Cody stared at the fluttering shorts legs hanging out under Bry's jersey, sighed, and made a mental note of what time he'd met Brighton.
Pressing his hand against his fly and rubbing, Bry's somewhat softened peter gave him another thrilling tingle through his body. He loved that feeling that gave him chicken skins....and nearly buckled his knees.
He gingerly stepped and hopped across the highway in his barefeet, looking like some kind of runaway in that overlong tank and shorts. As he headed back toward town, he turned to face the traffic once more....his thumb up. He walked a ways when he saw a car turn the right blinker on and slow down.
"Ahhhh, back to 'fortune building,'" he said to himself.
As Cody pulled out of the rest area, and checked oncoming traffic, he saw off in the distance that blue and gold jersey, and a car with its blinker on approaching the figure. Cody rubbed himself and thrilled in 'that tingle,' sighing, and as he gunned onto the highway, in his rear view mirror, he watched the car that had stopped, pull back into traffic leaving vacant the spot where that blue and gold jersey had stood.. ...thinking to himself, "Back to 'fortune building.'"
He rechecked his watch....
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