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 5.
RJ, Dylan and their dad had formed the tightest of bonds this night. How often would their minds roll back to the scenes played out at this nondescript motel, and in this SUV none of them would forget. Every time they would get in that truck their mind's eyes would relive the smells they were soaking in right now....of boy...of man....of boysex.
Their lives had changed forever....they would never forget Brighton.
Brighton snapped out of his daze when Jeff said, "I guess you don't plan on a long ride, but I'll be pulling into Baltimore in about an hour....I kin line you up with some other good buds'a mine at the truck stop barracks to run you back, if you'd like that," Jeff said.
"Hey...yeh...that's cool...I'd really 'preciate that."
"Good," said Jeff. "So, ummm....how do 'seek your 'fortune?'"
Brighton was pensive for a moment....still sizing up this new dude, who he really...really wanted to trust....but he was so much bigger than anyone he'd ever been with.....would it be ok? would it be safe?
Then, shrugging to himself...seemingly satisfied with his re-inspection, he spouted his routine line, "$10 you, $20 me."
Jeff smiled and reached above the visor and pulled a twenty down, handing it to Brighton without a word, never taking his eyes from the road. Brighton held up the bill to the oncoming headlights, smiled, folded and stuffed it down his pants.... shucked them with his jersey, and lay across the seat on his belly in just his boxers on the cool leather seat. His knees bent his feet up and his toes spread against the passenger side window....Jeff looked down....his cock pulsed in his shorts....as Brighton opened his jeans......
The Travel Game. Chapter 5.
The too-soon-expert boy fingers, popped open Jeff's cock shelter, and the funk of a day's hard-driving wafted up into Brighton's face. He was neither repulsed, nor overwhelmed, it was sort of enveloping to him...drew him in, had him pushing and pulling boxer fabric in search of the fly through which to pull an obvious oversized prize.
A boy with a 7 inch tool like Brighton had hanging, needs a lot more to surprise him when he's about his business....he GOT IT! Jeff was more than fairly endowed. At semi-hard, Bry's fingers didn't touch his palm when he gripped Jeff's cock that first time. Using his peter as a mind's eye rule, Brighton gauged Jeff to be hauling a 9 incher at least, and thicker than Bry's own boy beef.
Brighton went right to work loving that man dick up, with kisses all over the huge head, and he thrilled to the feel of Jeff going ever harder. His fingers jacked ever so slightly up and down, and joyed in the feel of the hard ridges under the velvety smooth skin jacket.
Those first tongue darters and lip smacks on his dick head, had Jeff bucking and spasming until the sensations were so much and so fast that he actually numbed to it and calmed. His heart seemed to be pumping in his throat as his breath became difficult.
Brighton was feverishly working over what was the biggest cock he'd taken on since he began to 'seek his fortune' the last year. His eyes came together as he held the man's big peter up in front of his face in the flash of passing oncoming headlights. The strobing effect was hypnotizing as the light danced off the spit slick dickmeat that also added it's own highlights to the image as it started to leak it's pre-goo down the head and shaft. Brighton, raised up and ostrich-necked down over that joypole and took it to his throat.
Jeff lurched up in his seat and stabbed into Bry's throat. For a moment Brighton was setting up to 'throat' the bigger dude, but then remembered that size that had his lips stretched wide and having all to do the keep from making permanent teeth marks on that fucktool.....and he backed off, giving Jeff a wild round of tongue swirling that had Jeff slowing down and pulling off the side of the road.
Near wildly out of it, Jeff guided the big rig to a stop flashers going, leaned against the door and pulled his boy sucker's head up and down, face fucking the boy till he got his nut, in a crazed high pitched building whine, punctuated by grunts, moans, and butt humps, "Ungh--uh, ayeh--uh--uh--uh---fu-uck--oh man--oh, take me off cocksucker!!"
"Achhh! Ccawk! Uccch!!" coughed Brighton...almost choking from constantly having his gag reflex triggered and his air passage cut off in the wild mouth pummel Jeff gave him.
Cum drooled....poured from Brighton's lips down Jeff's cockshaft....as the teary eyed kid tried desperately to get himself back in control. Jeff was thrilled and amazed, as Bry face-dived his shorts a few moments later and sucked up every last drop of man spooge that he lost. Jeff's big mitt smoothed over the back of the boy's head and neck....and soon he was leaning up and out so he could run that hand down the kid's back. He slipped his long fingers under Bry's waistband and slid them right down the boy's warm, damp furrow. Brighton jerked when Jeff's middle finger became the first to tamp down on Bry's hole....then through to the first knuckle. Jeff smiled when he felt Brighton almost imperceptibly nudge his tail back onto that intruding finger.
Jeff slumped back to the door, and when Bry came up from his cum-slup, Jeff's tail-diggin' finger was put to the boy's lips and through. Brighton held the guy's hand with both of his and sucked Jeff's finger completely into his mouth.
Then in a rush of action, Jeff hauled Brighton up like a ragdoll and fitted him into his lap, and headed back onto the highway once more. They pleased each other the next part of the trip, with Jeff nuzzling the side of Bry's face and chewing and licking at his ears and neck. Brighton shivered up and down his naked skins with the big guy's touches and feel....not to mention the very steady butt-flexing underneath him, pressing that big tool against his tail smile. Jeff was thrilled every so often when Brighton's butt scrootched down into his meaty pumper as well....sending zingers through his whole body when he felt the kid's cheeks spread and grip the whole length of that magical prong like a hot dog bun.
There was no doubt now....Brighton really liked this dude....his taste, his smell....he needed this big guy....that cock.
Jeff knew, too. Only thing was, even though he assumed Brighton was well aware of what made him want what he wanted, he didn't know if Brighton would give up his boy pussy.
Jeff kissed Brighton's cheek and whispered, "Git in the back bed, here, boy, and git ready," as he patted the bedding in the back of the cab.
The rig started to slow as they came up to a rest stop some 30 miles outside Baltimore. Brighton didn't want to leave the man's cushy crotch and butt-diggling prick, but with a small sigh he struggled up and flopped onto the bed, his boxers around his ankles. To this point in Brighton's 'travel game', he'd never been 'taken'. This was new...he was fidgety...anxious...and by the time Jeff parked, Brighton's own finger was diddlin' his itchin' toybox. He surely did know....and he did need it bad....sooooo baddddd.
When Jeff climbed into the back, Brighton yanked the big body down onto him knocking the wind out of himself. Jeff laughed, and was relaxed that Brighton was so ready to play. They both then worked at getting Jeff undressed. They snuggled for a long time it seemed with Jeff just lying on the boy, his mouth vacuuming Bry's tongue out of him...with such force at times that it hurt the young dude....then Jeff slid down the boy, trailing his tongue over the kid's smooth hairless golden brown body, through his sparse cockhairs, wolfing his cock in and out, his balls too, and then, pushed the kid's legs straight up and tongue-dived Bry's pinky-pucker.
"Phwoolll-uhhh!" Brighton swooned in surprise and joy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, if anyone could see. Jeff was inside him. Besides Jeff's finger tip earlier, this was the first invasion of his boyhole. Deeper. Deeper. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Bry moaned. Jeff's tongue swirled....he titillated the boy's insides.... his hole....like it'd never been done before....tickling....electrifying....he shook all over violently.
As the man's tongue sucked out of Brighton, he left the boy so empty...an emptiness he'd never had before....but....not for long. Jeff pulled Brighton up and face down onto his dick. "Lube me baby. Lick me ready, pussy....lick me ready."
It wasn't long, and Jeff slid his spit-slicked dick from Brighton's lips and as the boy lay back down, Jeff rolled him up onto his shoulders and removed the finger that he had holding his place, surging his boy pleaser up into Brighton....a cherry boy taken....by a cherry boy picker.
"Ahheeeeeeyiii! Ohhhhh-g-g-godddddd! Ohno! Ohhhnooooooooo! Mmmm...ungghh. Mmmm." Brighton lay to his first man. Entered. Penetrated. Deflowered. Fucked.
Jeff's lips sought Brighton's. He sucked the boy's lips and flexed his steel hard prick inside Brighton, bottoming deep into that hot boy hole, crushing and crinkling his cock hairs to Brighton's pussyass. His big hand smoothed then pressed into Brighton's chest and upper belly, sometimes nip-tweaking....then he pushed the boy's arms up behind his head tongued out Bry's armpits., "Eeeeeeeeeyiiiiiiiiiiii!" Brighton squealed.
Brighton was finally getting the thrills he had been giving to his 'travel gamers' these last many months on the highways and byways 'round home. It had really been more suck and be sucked for him, but like with Rob with the kids that afternoon, he had his share of toppin' horny dudes. He now really knew the electricity he'd been charging them guys with....Jeff's cock was joyin' him so. He couldn't describe the feel....just....that...Oh, he didn't want it to end...and was wigglin' and squigglin' around to try and get Jeff's tool into more tingly parts of his teen cunt. With whimpery eyes, he stared blankly into Jeff's barely visible face, as the young guy pummeled him some Brighton pussybox. "Uh--uh---uh---ohhhhh. Yehhhhhh, uhmmm, uhh," Brighton warbled in such an irregular rhythm of molten swoon and moan.
"Fuck you...l'il dude....you one hot fucker-r-r-r-r, one hot fuck-er! My cock loves bein' inside you boy....I love homin' up your hot boyhole," Jeff fuck-talked his young hitchhiker.
"Uh! Uh! Ohhh! Agghhh!" Brighton grunted as his whole body bounced to the jack-hammerin' fuck bangin' Jeff ham-slammed into him. "Oh! Fuck! Uh! Oh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Bry grunted feverishly, as Jeff machine-gunned his handsome butt-snapping ass, he was seeming to drive Brighton out the side of the truck cab.
"Cum sloppin' you dude....cummmmmmminnnn'" he wailed, and he thrust one, two, three times deeper and harder into the kid whose head was now bumping the cab wall, as he looked up to his idol-fucker's manly young face. They both went quiet for long moments. Jeff moved first getting himself reoriented. He hadn't had as mind blowing a cockplay as this kid had given him that night....he shook his head like a kid coming up out of the pool. He lightly fist pummeled into Bry's belly, eliciting a cute, "Uh-ba-uh-ba-ubba!" from the young dude.
Jeff was scootching around the back of the cab getting his clothes back on, and soon was back in the driver's seat tuggin' his shifter through the gears as he pulled back out to complete his Baltimore run. About 15 minutes later, Brighton's bleary eyed boyface made it's appearance in the front seat, whereupon Jeff pulled him up against his side, wrapping his big arm round the boy's shoulders.
Almost matronly like, Jeff squeezed at Bry, and said, "Now you gonna be in some good, boyfun company when we get to the truckstop barracks, son. I think you'll have a good time, annnnd, you'll be able to do some real 'fortune buildin'' there, too," he smiled into Brighton's open mouthed grin.
Much as that truly was Brighton's funtimes goal, he saddened some, knowing that like he left Dylan and RJ that night with just a memory of him, so too, would Jeff be going away from him, after they got to the strange truckstop in the unfamiliar Baltimore in a few minutes.
Jeff pulled into the brightly lit stopover, and it was like a small town all it's own. Here in the middle of the night it was like daytime. Parked and shut down, Jeff jumped to the ground, held a hand out to the naked youngster who slid off the seat onto Jeff's shoulders. Brighton didn't even think about his clothes...his boy cock hardened against the back of Jeff's neck, and he hunched himself into the back of Jeff's head tickling his prick in Jeff's hair. Jeff shook his head to himself thinking of the outright horniness of Brighton.
Hiking Bry up higher, with arms pulled up under the kid's bare knees, they strolled up to the barracks. A few steps in and there were a few catcalls and whistles from the dayroom where some of the truckers were sprawled watching TV or just veggin' out with a paper. "Hey man...Jeff! Gotchu you some dickieboy, eh?" one of 'em called out.
Jeff smiled wide, and headed for sleeping bay and the showers. At the change area, Jeff set Brighton down, took own his shoes and socks off, while he stripped the rest of his clothes off and took the boy's hand and went into the shower. They washed each other, and two of the guys from the day room had followed, and standing there in just their boxers, hung from each side of the doorway ogling Jeff, with his boypussy on his knees, fingering soap suds up Jeff's butt crease.
"Mannnnnn....is that ever sumphin'," one of the oglers said. Jeff just smiled and didn't respond.
When they finished rinsing, they toweled off while the other men just made small talk. Then Jeff stood taking Brighton by the scruff of the neck, and walking him a little ahead as he picked up his clothes and found themselves beds in the sleeping bay. The other guys followed, and sat on the bed opposite as Jeff gave them the setup.
"Look guys, this 'ere's Brighton. He's one hot, horny boy....lives up in Jenson, and he gonna need a ride back there come mornin'. So first things first, we gotta get his ride lined up. Then, well, Bry's a bit of a worldly young dude....and he seekin' his 'fortune.' He goes fer a price, dudes....tell 'em Bry," Jeff said to Brighton.
Brighton looked at the men, a little bashful-like, and said his line, "$10 you, $20 me," and the others laughed, both at the boldness of the pretty young kid, annnnd, that they was gonna be havin' some of him.
Serious again, one of them said, "Donny's here...getting some chow....he's going up Jenson ways in the mornin'. Soon's he comes in, we'll set him up with young Brighton here." With that both men went back to their own bed-locker area, and came back in a few minutes....with a ten each for Brighton. Jeff smiled down at Brighton as the kid's face lit up and he took the money. Jeff told him he'd hold it till he went back out and got Bry's clothes out of the truck, and then lay down to get him some zzz's.
The men held hands out to Brighton, who pulled himself up to them, and they walked him over and got him a pair of boxers they paper clipped to fit his slender waist, and a tee so big that the neckhole looped open down his chest. At least he was wearing enough now to walk over to the diner and get some food in him before game time.
While they were in the diner, they ended up at a large table with 5 other guys. A pact was agreed to with all dudes fivin' Brighton's hands. He was guaranteed $100, and there could be more depending on the number of guys that they lined up for Brighton's bankroll.
The first two guys, Mort, and Kirk...who had originally taken him for dinner, paid the bill and made out of the diner with Brighton to get on with the funnin'. There were 4 private rooms for guys to bring 'goodtime' girls to when they stayed over, and Brighton was led into one of them and stripped of his make-do clothes. He was picked up and swung through the air and over onto the big double bed. The men stripped in a flash and Mort had Bry's dick in his mouth and Kirk had tongued up into Bry's pussyhole. The boy yelped with the surprise entry at his back door, and hunched into Mort who gagged from Brighton's meaty morsel-surge though his mouth to his throathole. Brighton had never been to a gangbang of course...let alone be the attraction at one. One thing about truckers...they the best kinda dudes. They treated the boy with kid gloves....they face fucked him...butt fucked him....blowed him....got jacked by him, but it was all with a modicum of respect for that young surprise cock tingler in their midst. At one point they had him belly down in the air, with three man dicks in his tongue swirling mouth, two in each jacking hand, a tool up his butt, a guy on his knees under Brighton eating the kid's dick, and one funny dude, tugged his feet together bent back at the knees and humped between those hot boy soles, shooting his voluminous wad all over the fuck buddy trucker up front of him.
Finally the party was winding down around 4 AM, with the fucked out drivers having to get some rest before they hit the road again. The last round of Brighton's boy players was rut-banging them some teenbung as the sun came up that morning. The room wreaked of cum and man sweat so beautiful to fuckboys seeking their fortunes.
All was quiet, and Brighton looked back over his shoulder as the last of 'his men' was grunting a rousing fuck into Brighton's toolbox. The man was a youngish, blond trucker. No real visible beard growth....a smoothe young face that smiled down at Brighton, and nuzzled his smoothe cheek to the boy who found his mouth and they tongued. "Nnnnggghhhhhhhh-uh-huhhhhhh!" Donny was cumming. "You give me some ride young dude. Jeff told me I'm gonna be taking you---uh--back to Jenson," he lost his voice a sec when he spasmed inside Brighton's flexing boy butthole.
Brighton lit up. This guy was young and hot looking.....and he was relieved without knowing it, and snugged his little face back into the sweat-soaked pillow. He was surprised when he felt Donny growing once more inside him and the young dude took him on another roller coaster ride.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, Donny had laid to his back, and with his hands folded behind his head, he humped his sizable dong up into Brighton's sucking face. "Eat boy, eat! A young dude's gotta get his nourishin's."
Brighton sopped up one another load of hump jam, ravaging the young man's raging woodie. An out-of-breath Donny looked down at Brighton as the kid's cum-slick face lit up in a smile above the man-sack he was lappin' at. Donny said, "If you like boy...there's a passel a'dudes out in the sleep bay who you could make real happy right about now if you got down in their bunks and charmed their snakes."
Bry didn't need'a be told twice. He pushed up and jumped to the floor, and Donny watched the kid's pinky-white little bubble butt disappear past the door jamb to the bay. More than seven truckers were sacked out in the two rows of beds against both walls of the long room....and Brighton scanned them....he pulled the covers climbed into the bed nearest, settling between an older trucker's legs. The man jumped with a start as he felt the boy's rasping laver swab his morning hard. "Ahhhhhhhhh," he sighed as his prick was taken deep inside the toy cocksuck's mouth. Soon he was humping like a wildman, and whining, and grunting....and shooting.
The squeaks of the springs, the mouth sirens going off around the room, and soon all the men Brighton hadn't given a morning blowoff, were waiting anxiously once more for their joytoyboy.
After his spitty cumslick face came off the last man's meat, Brighton found himself pulled up and again was riding a young trucker's shoulder as they made their way to the showers. It was Donny. In his fuckboy daze, Bry barely made out Jeff's smiling face as he patted his little dried-cum-crusted butt and handed his clothes up to him along with a rubber banded wad of bills....as Brighton gripped the wad, Jeff took the boy's foot....kissed it and sucked some toes into his mouth as the boy steeled up into the back of Donny's neck. Coming back up from Brighton's toes, he squeezed them with his fingers and told Brighton, "You made $250, boy. They loved you. And they wantchu back. Soooo....Donny and me...we'll keep a eye out on the roads when we come through Jenson, boy....and if you there, well, you know....."
Anxiously, Brighton bobbed his head, 'Yes,' and they were at the shower entrance now. Five guys came over and took Brighton off Donny's shoulders and without his ever touching the floor, these men washed their fuckboy, soap-fingered his toolbox, rinsed him, dried him and carried him out to the bed he never used next to Jeff's for him to get dressed and wait for Donny.
Jeff was tugging on a sock, and looked up into Brighton's face, as he pulled on his blue and gold Laker jersey. "You fucked and sucked you some dick last night...annnnd, dis mornin', too, boy...you gonna be talked about for long years to come hear 'bouts. There's guys here never touched another guy that made you last night and said they never had anything better...."
Brighton smiled that scrunchied-up faced smile of his, and stood to pull on his boxers and cargoes....then kissed the roll of cash before putting it deep into his pocket. He had really guessed right about Jeff. He would look for Jeff .... and Donny....on the roads outside Jenson for all his teen years to come....
Donny was whistling from the door and waved Bry over....he jumped up and hugged Jeff and bounded over four beds like they were trampolines till he was under Donny's coddling arm....barefooting his way out the screen door....he looked back inside....he saw Jeff's weak smile as the young trucker thought of last night....and his eyes caught the door of the room where he'd enjoyed maybe the best night of his life....his buttcheeks squeezed together as he stared, he felt Donny tighten his grip on his shoulder....he could taste the cock he'd blowed....feel those big man dicks sliding in and out and in his toolbox....his boyhole sphinctered up again.... Donny's hand rubbed his back as he reached for the truck door handle..... Bry shivered....he was hard....
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