Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The Travel Game. Chapter 2.
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....
The Travel Game. Chapter 2
....hoping this was the magical hour to catch up with Brighton next time he took to the road.
Hopping into the rear of the big...hmmmm....looked like a 9 passenger SUV, Bry thanked the man driving, who was with his wife. The man's hand came over the seatback, and they shook. "Name's Rob, son....my wife Carol....a-n-n-d, RJ and Dylan," he nodded and pointed to the back of the truck where two boy heads popped over the seat, with big-ass smiles.....and then hands out to shake as well.
"Brighton," he said introducing himself shaking the kids' hands too.
Looking front, then back....Bry wanted to join the kids in back which Rob sensed, and said, "You might as well climb back with the kids and have a few yuks together, but we won't be on the road much longer. We're looking to bed down for the night and maybe you could direct us to a local motel, since judging from your 'footware,' you a local boy.
Bry grinned looking down at his bare feet, and blushed, and told him where to go for the best local motel which was about 5 miles up the road, just before entering town.
Soon, as Rob looked into the rearview mirror, he saw the last of Bry's butt going over the back seat, surrounded by his kids' hands giving assistance to ease the boy down into the seat with them. "All set back there?" Rob called, to a mix of, "Yo, Yup, and Yeh," from the three kids who were now positioned butts to the edge of the seat, feet on the back window making faces at the cars behind and giggling like fools. RJ and Dylan yanked their sneaks and socks off to match up with Brighton's bare feet, and replanted them on the back window.
"So how old you dudes...ahm 14."
RJ spoke up and said he was 13, and Dylan was 12.
Unabashed Brighton, went right to the 'meat' of the play...."Hmmm....12 and 13.... so you cummin' den, right?"
Dylan said, "Whut?" and RJ blushed beet-red.
Brighton snugged his face into his ear, and whispered, " Ha! You beatin' the bishop, eh?" to RJ's bashful nod at the giggling Brighton. "S'okay, dude, we's all doin' it.... makes yuh feel sooogoood, don't it?"
Then with an eye shift, and a finger point....Bry made Dylan feel put down when he giggled, looked at RJ, and RJ yukked, too. "Whut? Whut is it? Whut's cummin'?" a pained, left out Dylan pouted.
Bry, sitting between them, put his arm 'round Dylan's shoulder, and said, "We gonna show you...but we gotta pick'a right time." With Dylan noddin', and RJ in the dark, Bry said, looking from kid to kid and back...."You got any cash?" They both nodded. "Good," said Brighton. "We gonna have class, boys. Dylan....gimmee a buck....RJ....gimmee two." The naive l'il dupes dug into their pockets and palmed three dollars to Bry, who stuffed the cash away in his pants, then looked up to the front over the seat to see where they were, and checked under his seat to see if any luggage was stored there. He was trying to ascertain that if anything got started between him and the kids, they would be able to finish without the parents 'bustin' 'em,' so to speak, by having to get luggage or some shit out from the back of the truck.
They looked to be relatively close to the turnoff to the motel, and before he turned back to settle in his seat between RJ and Dylan, his fly was open and his cock in his hand. "Hol-leeeeeeeee!" Dylan whispered out loud....while RJ sucked in a breath. The kids' shock came from both the boldness of Bry's move, AND the size of his 7" cock.
"Take 'em out dudes. C'mon. You guys just paid fer yer first lesson....let's have no cuttin' class.....c'mon...get 'em out!" Bry hoarsely whispered.
Slowly after Bry faked grabbing at both of 'em, the kids got their dicks out, both their faces shining bright crimson. To their total shock, Brighton mouth-dived both boys and sucked each cock head in his mouth and then sat back up with a brother dick in each hand, jerkin' 'em off like a mad fiend. Both boys were yelping under their breath, mouths tight, arching their backs up with the toes splaying across the window. RJ went telltale rockhard and Bry took him off in his mouth, with the kid ending up on his side away from Brighton, bucking and spasming in a full sweat.
He never stopped pumping Dylan, and before he could get his mouth over Dylan's dick, watery boyshot fired into the window between his feet, after which Bry lipped over him and took the rest down his throat.
With typical carrying on by kids, the 'rents put no special meaning to the yelping they heard when Dylan lost it, and anyway they were concentrating on pulling into the motel parking lot.
In 5 miles, Brighton had added to his 'fortune,' and took off two boy dudes he didn't know 10 minutes ago.
By the time the unloading began the kids were all yukkin' and goofin' sitting back up in the back seat, and then RJ asked his dad, with Bry's coaxing, if they could stay out in the truck after the adults went inside.
Rob said, "Good idea. Your mom and I are gonna shower and relax a while, so you can be your own bosses for a while...good. And you Brighton, it's getting late..... shouldn't you be getting on home?"
Bry sorta 'Yeh''ed him, and then Rob went on into the room shrugging.
"Okay...now you guys....blow me." It was like he said, 'Let's go for ice cream,' and just as matter of factly. Dylan just re-opened Brighton's pants and sucked his cock into his mouth giving him a tongue swabbing blow job, trying to remember the movement of Bry's tongue on his own peter, the few seconds he sucked him while he shot off.
Brighton was entranced watching the black-crewcut head bobbing in his lap till he finally held down the back of the boy's head as he let go with one cum fireball after another. Sucking for air, Bry was bouncing in his seat til he settled to an ebbing spooge drooze in the boy's mouth. He pulled Dylan off his prick, then rubbed the boy's whole face into his crotch and around and around, till he pulled him up against the seat back, hair-matted, sweaty, cum-streaked face, gasping.
"Dju like it, Dyl?" RJ anxiously asked him, grabbing his shoulder.
"Huh! Uh! Ohyeh! Uh-t'riffic!" the boy gasped, not realizing his hand was searching back in his own pants for his hot little poker again.
RJ innocently looked from his brother's face, into Brighton's. Brighton smiled, a hand to the back of RJ's neck.....and without a bit of pressure, the neck eased down and tasted his brother's boy spit and Bry's dog-water ooze, and he sucked in his first cock. The kids worked out there in the back of that SUV...the parents inside the motel....Brighton telling Dylan, he needed more payment than a buck for that second lesson, after which Dylan pulled out two more wrinkled bills....his mind's eye didn't even think of the hotdogs they would never buy....but more, of the hotdog poking out of Brighton's pants. But...he got a surprise. Brighton said, "You kids got each other all the time. You needa get down there on the floor and get going on your brother.... and you gotta make this a reg'lar thing too. Dylan anxiously nodded, and swooped down under Brighton's legs and between his brother's. RJ pulled off of Brighton when he felt the hot wetness on his prick and smiled seeing his brother working him up. He actually did get a vision of Dylan taking care of his peter every day from here on....particularly when Dylan's anxious little boy face looked up into RJ's eyes, with a mouth full of brother cock bent over and down into it.
He was abruptly shaken out of that vision of the future by the cock at hand that Bry yanked his face down over. It wasn't long before Brighton was going off like the 4th of July once again. After a long dribble spooge over RJ's licking tongue, Brighton pulled out, and gave RJ his first cock smack back and forth across the face, getting a kick out of the blinking, flinching boy, who couldn't duck the facial assault, and was himself out of control cummin' in his little brother's mouth for the first time ever. He shook and trembled in the fabulous joy of his 2d boyoff in less than 25 minutes, and by a second mouth.
"Okay, dudes, last lesson for this afternoon: Cockplay should be neat...and undetectable by 'rents...so RJ, how's about you lick Dylan's spoo off the window, where he shot it in full view of the world....and you get to taste your bro."
They all three burst out the back of the truck and into the room. The adults were straightening up, and in various stages of re-dressing for dinner, and before Rob directed the boys for a shower, the door slammed and the shower spray thundered within as the yelping and grabass ensued while the three little cocksuckers washed each other and played with their dicks some more.
Saying, "This might cost you guys more, 'cause it's supposed to be lesson number 3, but I'll give you a hint fer free....." and with two soapy fingers he searched out both boys' puckers, and they both jerked straight up with the sting of Bry's fingers worming through their pussy lips. Time stood still while Brighton quieted them and told them "Get to know the feel boys....it'll feel better and better, and then even better when you do each other when you 'play' together. Now, as he slipped another knuckle's worth into each boyhole, they both bent their butts down onto each finger. "OHHHH-KAYYYY, you guys! You got it! Slow now, up...yeh, down, and up...now a little faster....super!!" Bry complimented their horny butt pumpin'. Their cocks were all rock hard, and Brighton slipped both fingers out and put the Dylan-funked finger in RJ's mouth, and vice-versa with the RJ funk in Dyl's mouth.
Then he turned RJ around after showing him how to squeeze his cock under the helmet, and then with Dylan right there at RJ's butt....he showed RJ's hole to Dylan, winking at him....and pushed his cockhead against it. That's lesson number 4. faggots, and we ain't got time fer that now...but you know how to practice now..... a-n-n-n-d, you got what to do it with," he said and smiling, yanking both kids' rockhard puds.
When they all came out, towels around them, Dyl and RJ were handed fresh clothes to put on when they sat on the bed, and Rob pulled Bry aside, and asked..."What is it, son?"
Brighton said he didn't know what he meant, and Rob said he thought Brighton might be faking that he was local, and that he might be a runaway.....and he would like to help him, or get him home or something.
Brighton lit up inside with the idea, and decided to play for time till he thought of a way to get some extra play out of this. While he looked blankly at Rob, stalling, Rob said, well, you think about when you'll let me help, and meantime, mom's got RJ's other sneaks there for you, and you can come have dinner with us.
It was dark when then they all drove back to the motel. During dinner, Bry made for the 'bathroom,' but actually grabbed a quarter of someone's tip off a table and made a call to his folks that he was with a buddy at the mall and they were gonna do a movie, and maybe stay over at his house that night...careful not to give any name that could be called to check...and hung up. Dylan and RJ, were cum'zausted from the trip and the afternoon's flurry of cocksuckin,' and were all but out on their feet. They hit the bed and were out in no time after trying to watch some TV. There was one other double bed in the room, and when Rob suggested Brighton sleep with the boys, he opted to sleep in the cushy back seat of the truck with a sleeping bag that was back there. They all agreed...and the mom was sorta pleased with them not having a stranger in the room with them, so all was going smoothely, and Brighton hadn't had to make his move yet.
After telling Bry he could stay up a while with the adults before taking his beddown in the truck, Rob told his wife he was going outside with the boy later to see if he could make some headway. She agreed he was being a good 'daddy' to Brighton, and should do that.
After assuring that Brighton was settled, he fondled RJ's sneakers which Bry had given back to him when he laid down, and Rob sat next to him on the seat, saying, "How are you making do, boy? You're all alone. No money. You gotta go back home son."
Brighton shot up to one elbow, his head on his hand, and said he makes an odd buck to get snacks and stuff....he would do ok....and said he was tough and really happy with what he was doing.
Rob pressed for how he can make any money, young kid that he was.
Brighton hinted around that he sells....stuff. Immediately Rob thought about his sneakers...."Did you even sell your sneakers?"
Bry laughed...and lied...."Yeh," he faked a sheepish look-down and kiddie-boy weak smile, that's one thing....yeh."
"Well....whut else, son?....you got nuthin' else."
Hoping this was the right moment, Bry flipped the flap of the sleeping bag over the back seat and bared his rock hard 7" pud, the flared head off which glistened above the boy's tight grip down at the root.
Rob was shocked out of his mind! He was dizzy! Sweat beaded out all over his face. This little kid bared his cock in such a bold, shameless way. He'd never come face-to-dick with a scene more electrifying. When he finally got control, but trembling from the forbiddeness of this....exposure....he just blurted out, Whut?!"
Smiling, Brighton said...."Twenty." Even though the move was a stunner...and he had Rob reeling...Bry wasn't sure he had him, and, he hadn't been throwed out of the truck on his ass....yet, sooooo..... The man was shaking all over. Brighton threw his legs up and over his head, peeling his pants and boxers off in the same motion....mooning his asshole right in Rob's face, and said, "Hunnert!"
Rob was so shamed and shocked, he almost fainted.
Bry made his move. The shape Rob was in, Bry could control him effortlessly. He lurched up with both hands and wrapped them 'round the man's neck and made a face-plant of him right in his ass-crease!! Before the man had a chance to think about what had just happened to his psyche...his mind...Brighton yelled, "Eat me you cocksucker. Fuckin' eat out my asshole! You want it mothafukka....you NEED IT!!! EAT MEEEEEE!!!"
The airtight vehicle muffled all, the dark tinting hid everything, and the game was on, umimpeded. When Bry was getting hysterical from the man's wildly-torturous tongue, which joyed Bry beyond his wildest dreams, it sank through the boy's bunger lips and worked inside the tender ring....his first true rimming!
He opened the man's pants after his ass was released from the captivating rasper. He gripped a sizeable hog...the maker of RJ and Dylan, and buckled the man with each squeeze. Still holding on, he pulled Rob back down but on his teener prick now and the man sucked voraciously....and then Brighton said...."Gimmee your wallet Rob."
The man didn't come up for air....he reached to his pocket, and handed Brighton the billfold. As the man sucked in Bry's luscious boy smelling balls, and his tongue worked out into that space between his nuts and his spit-sopped asshole, Brighton counted the bills in the light from the motel sign outside. There was $500 in the wallet. Brighton asked his frenzied ballsucker, could he still make it with only $300. He nodded with Brighton's nutsack being pulled taught by the action, after which Brighton relieved him of $200 and dropped the billfold to the floor.
Brighton was in full flight now, and sank that fully engorged 7 inch joystick right up the man's hovering throat. "Swallow me, you fuck! Swallow! Throat me off, cocksucker."
Young Brighton went off like a firecracker and never let go of the gasping throat-sucking man, till he started to shake from his super-senstive after-cum dickhead. "Thweeeeukkkk!" Brighton unplugged from Rob's wheezing throat, his whole body bucking out of control on the seat.
He was attracted to the light in their motel room being switched off. Carol, Rob's wife would be sacking out now.
He had Rob on the mansex run of his life...and he knew it! He couldn't let him off now. He was putty in his hands.
"He whispered loudly into Rob's ear, "You need it don'tchu. Jus' gotta have it don'tchu. He rapped his 7" boy truncheon against the man's face and eyes, and said "Strip mutha, you going down, and I don't think you got enough money to pay fer the fun you gonna have now!"
Inside, under the covers, RJ woke. He felt his brother moving over him. Dylan was slipping down between his legs. He smiled inside, thinking to himself...."Thank you, Brighton."
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