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 3
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-sensitive after-cum dickhead. "Thweeeeukkkk!" Brighton unplugged from Rob's throat, his whole body bucking out of control on the seat as he shoved the bigger man roughly off his cock.
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."
The Travel Game. Chapter 3.
The boy shivered and shook as he blew his load into his brother's sucking mouth.
The covers were rustling like they were foraging fer nuts...well one of 'em was. The covers also muffled the gawking boy between RJ's legs. RJ slipped his hands down to Dylan's head and neck and smoothed them over the boy, and then Dylan's incessant tongue swashing over his sensitive dickhead, jolted RJ and he jerked up into the bedclothes 2 or 3 times, before he managed to save his tender cockhead from the squirreling boy animal under there.
Out in the back of the SUV, their father was hurrying to comply with his boy fucker's demands, and get all his clothes off. Brighton was none too patient, and was tearing and pulling on whatever was still hanging on Rob's near naked body. Bry finished the task as he tugged off the last sock, and then fwummp'ed on top of Rob full length. He ground his burning teen nakedness into Rob's newly bared skin. Bry's 7" power pud drove between the man's legs and scrooched over and over and up and down against Rob's nuts.
Brighton tongued the man's lips in one swipe, then arched up and spit square over his face....and again. Bending Rob's outside arm back and under his side, he managed to turn the bigger man over. Rob easily gave in to the turnover to ease the pain of the unnatural arm twist.
With the man over on his belly, Brighton spread Rob's butt cheeks way wide with his fingers, then hawked up another goober and spit between them. He fed a finger in through the seeping spittlegoo, and eased into the man. Once he passed the first knuckle through his ass ring, the second slipped in next to it....and then...the third. Rob's eyes were welling up as he bit into his wrist pained by the stretching of his tender bunger skins.
Brighton worked the fingers 'round and 'round, and started to fuck then through the slot. The steady 'shlokk'ing of the fingers-full suctioning hole had Brighton crazy, and he slipped them out and sank his boy dick through in almost one motion.
Growling in a hoarse whisper, he railed at Rob: "You cocksuckin' faggot! You finding out how much you need big dick, man. You need it man! You need it wherever you can take it...whutevah fuckin' hole you can get it in. Don'tchu?! TELL ME YOU FUCK! TELL MEEEEEE!!!"
Brighton didn't lose a stroke while he was pounding the boys' dad into next week. Rob squealed in a tiny whimper into the seat his face was buried in, "YESSSS!!! I need it. I need cock! Pleeeeeeeeese! I need cock, boy...I need cock!"
That was a surprise...that he even knew he was gettin' fucked by a boy, given the size of that ax handle up his chute, was something to be said for his mental capacity, albeit fast diminishing .
Omigod! Brighton fucked his brains out! Brighton had gotten off so many times the whole day, that his staying power without cummin' was approaching legend for a horny teenerboy this night in that back seat. To be sure, as Bry did reach his flashpoint, he had the whole truck bouncing on its springs as he banged that man inside out before shooting a fiery wad down his manhole. Brighton didn't have that much experience to know whether these climactic explosions carried any spoojuice along with them after 6 - 7 cums in just a few hours. He just knew how gooooood it felt....and how much he wanted to feel it.
Both boy and man sucked in and exhaled as Brighton flopped onto the man's back. He pushed his hands onto Rob's hands and squeezed, sighing and repeating, "You good fuckin' mah man....goooo-ooood fuckin'. You needa make guys happy....home.... AND on roadtrips." Rob just flattened deeper into the seat, and sighed, squeezing the tips of Brighton's fingers into his.
Inside, Carol slept soundly, worn out from the heat and the tedium of the long drive that day. In the other double bed, the animal rustlings continued unabated. After Dylan had blowed RJ, the big brother brought his knees up under just the sheet, and pulled Dylan by the jaw between his legs to suck his balls like Brighton had shown him earlier. The boys were sorta diagonal on the bed, left headboard corner to right foot corner. This way Dylan could lay completely flat head to foot, and remain covered by the sheet.
RJ was getting crazy from the constant ballsuckin' from his brother. With all the strength he could muster, he went from frying pan into the fire...pulling Dylan's mouth off his nuts, and into his butt slot. Dylan was soon 'tasting' his big brother like he was in the business. RJ started bucking in a wild frenzy, pulling his pud like crazy. Dylan jus' kep' on keepin' on, and his squirrely little tongue worked its magic inside his brother. RJ could hear the slick-lick sounds of his brother's joyful service.
RJ knew there was almost no time, he was cummin'...he needed Dylan...no time...Oh! OH! NO TIMMMMMMMME! Still pumping his prick, he got one of Dylan's hands and covered the cockhead with it covered by his own hand, as he jacked off into them.
Mannnnn! There was no hiding their antics if Carol was an average sleeper. RJ's head snapped side to side and then finally buried itself into his pillow to stifle his whining siren, arching his back up, and flopping back, over and over. Dylan was more fidgeting around than anything. Once he felt his brother's spooge seeping under his hand, and in spite of the excitement on the ends of his asshole-sucking tongue and lips, he pulled out of RJ's bung and went for his second most best fun thing since this afternoon....lickin' up his brother's jellyjizz.
Long moments passed with Dylan performing due dilligence on RJ's cock. In what seemed like a long time, a little slithering was happening under the sheet, and soon slipping out onto RJ's pillow and against his cheek, was Dylan...smelling every bit of the funk of RJ's ass and cum. RJ's arm surrounded his kid brother-sucker and squeezed, pressing their cheeks together. Their contentment assured, with sighs between the sated boys, RJ soon jerked up, craning his neck and looked over at the parents' bed. He didn't know what time it was, but it had to be really late....and his dad wasn't in the bed. He nudged Dylan, and told him their dad was 'missing in action.' They both giggled.
But RJ was bugged. He must have lay there a good 'nother 20 minutes to a half hour, wide awake.
He had it. He had to find out what was up. He mighta been even a bit jealous that maybe Brighton was gettin' too much attention here. He went to the window, forgetting his boxers which were somewhere in the foot of the bed in the tuck of the sheet prob'ly.
Pulling the curtain and blind slat, all he could see in the light from the motel sign was the truck. There was too much glare off the windows. But there was no one outside, so they weren't just sitting outside talking. "Where could they..." RJ got distracted when he felt Dylan rub up against him. As he turned to Dyl, his boxers were shoved into his hands....he smiled in the dark thinking how his brother doted on him. Then as he stepped into them, he thought further about how this 'doting' was going to be greatly expanded in future.
An'ways, Dylan was tugging on his arm wild like, and pointing out the window. RJ quick looked back outside, and saw nuthin'. Shrugging he bent down and whispered, "Whut is it?"
"Rockin'....the car....it's rockin,'" Dylan whispered back.
They both looked at the bed where their mother slept. Motionless.
Though RJ hadn't seen anything, he figured, whut's to lose...they'd check outside and see if dad...and Brighton were 'round. They crept to the door, and gently opened it making sure the lock button didn't snap. Actually, it wasn't on, 'cause their dad had never come back inside.
They barefooted out onto to the walkway, and pulled the door closed softly.
Back inside the SUV, Brighton who lay tightly to Rob's back...sealed like velcro by their sweat, spit and body heat, stayed hard and stayed inside that butthole. He soon responded to the tingling prickhead starting to wriggle his meat around inside of Rob and banged the man's ass all over again. He barely lifted off Rob's back, just butt-snapped his ass and pile drived Rob to get himself off another cum inside the boys' dad.
Pretty late now, Rob and Brighton actually slept for a bit. When Brighton woke, he slipped out of Rob, and reached under the man's butt and into his ball sack. There was sticky, gloppy goospoo there. He wiped it with his fingers and reached to Rob's face and rubbed it to his mouth. Rob woke to his natural tongue swiping of his lips and slupped up Brighton's jam. If he had second thoughts...it wasn't obvious, but Bry was right at his ear reminding him that he eats cum and blows cock in case the little nap had made him think it was all just a wonderful dream.
In short order, Brighton had Rob turned over on his back imitating a turtle. He climbed on his chest and fed him some cum-sticky boy schlong. "Ooooh, chisel my cockhead across yur teeth, man...yeh like'at. Oooohmmm. Feels great. Yeh! Suck me off man...clean off your big ol' playtoy, and get it ready for duty."
Rob lapped up that boy dong, maneuvering it around with both hands across his lips and tongue whippin' it over and under, and longways down to the balls and back over top on the big vein on up to the Bry's newly oozing cockhead.
"Tell me, man. Tell me," Brighton spoke firmly to him.
"Brighton, boy....fuck me boy. Gimmee this pretty dick where I need it....ohhh gimmeee boy."
As Brighton moved down, he smacked Rob a belly shot and said, "You got it man...you got IT!"
All this scrambling around had the SUV rockin'. Bry got into position and raised 'turtle's' legs up as he foisted his meaty cock up to Rob's smiling manpussy. The naked young teen sank his heat seeker right through Rob, who groaned so loudly, it surprised them both. Surely, it was brought on by Rob's new need, plus the natural shock of Brighton's re-entry. Rob yiped once more when he felt the steady cock-slide across his inner hot spot.
"TELL ME YOU FUCKIN' SLUT! BEG ME!" Brighton screamed.
Rob, his face tear and sweat-streaked, shiny in the motel light through the heavily tinted windows, looked pleadingly up into Brighton's dimly lit face, and wailed, "Please Brighton....fuck yur man....FUCK YUR DADDY....BRIGHTON. FUCK YUR DADDY!"
Deeee-fucking-lighted, Brighton smiled him one shit-eatin' grin as Rob ended his last plea for Bry's cock. Suddenly, Brighton's head snapped to the left when he heard a gasp in stereo.
Maybe both scared...surprised, as well as shocked that someone else had gotten in the truck and caught Brighton in mid-fuck....he heart stabbed...but then a big smile broke over his face. Hanging there over the forward seatback were two faces ....two boy faces....RJ and Dylan....in shock! They had just heard their father beg Brighton to "FUCK YUR DADDY!"
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