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 6.
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....
The Travel Game. Chapter 6.
Ignition, truck engine firing, and there was no pretense. Brighton laid out on his belly across the seat and snugged his teen boy face in Donny's crotch.
Don looked down and smiled as he maneuvered the 18 wheeler out of the lot and out to the highway. It was only an hour's drive to home for Brighton...well....they could always stop for 'brunch'.
Once Donny was cruising, he let his hand reach for Bry's and he put both their hands on that big hulk of prick in his jeans. He at first just held Bry's hand to his meat and felt....gloried....in the heat of the boy's palm. Soon, he needed more and started to rub Brighton's hand back and forth and whewwww! it was getting a little much already.
Then, it seemed like a long time even though it was just a few minutes out of the truck stop, and there was a hitchhiker up ahead that caught Don's eye. He looked maybe a little older than Bry in long jeans shorts, worn faded and threadbare, lo-cut sneaks, crew socks, Tweety Bird tee shirt.
Don nudged Brighton, and asked, "Wanna give the kid a lift?"
Brighton managed to push himself up on his hands and as he spied the kid they were almost on him and he looked decent. "Shur," kid looks like he could use a bud right about now."
The air let out of the brakes and they slowed and the bright-eyed smile showed Don this was a good pickup.
Danny jumped up on the running board and poked his head into the window saying he was just on a none-too-special 'road trip' and appreciated the ride, wherever they were going. That was a takeoff on Brighton, who traveled for the sake of traveling albeit never too far from home, or a mouth for his sizable joint.
In an acrobatic move, Dan swung himself out away from the opening door and slid in alongside Brighton as Don gave the gun to the engine.
As they vrrroomed back into traffic, the boys shook hands, and Donny, too.
"Name's Danny, fum Sterling....or anywheres, I guess. I just hitch around to see stuff and get back home usually each night."
Brighton lit up and poked Donny in the ribs...."S-o-o-o-o, yuh get any action when yuh onna road?"
Dan shrugged, and said, "Well, uh, umm, I dunno...yeh, I guess...whut was you thinkin'?"
Brighton shot his open hand into Dan's crotch and the kid jumped sky high.
"Whoabuddy!" Bry wowed at Danny, and said, "Man, you on a high wire, dude!"
"Well, shit...yeh...you know...man, how many times you have a guy grope yur dick, man? Whut the fuck....you queer or whut?" Dan seemed not quite angry pushing the back of his hand at Brighton's groping claw.
Donny smiled to himself while he observed Brighton's routine.
Bry said, "Hey, who cares....a guy needs ackshun, dude...yuh gets it where you can. Look...I'm fourteen an' I been working out from home to Baltimore and now back. I took care of a college dude who needed some young cock....I trained two kids in an SUV to handle their own needs ANNND their dad too. Since las' night I been seeking 'my fortune' with a barracks fulla trucker dudes. Whutta you done in the last 48 hours?"
Dan was quiet, and piped up saying, "Yuh know, uh...." and his voice trailed off. Another poke to Don's ribs from Bry, as Dan continued..."Ahm...a....almost sixteen. Shit...I ain't hardly done nuthin' afta hearing that story. You funnin'...or is that fer real?"
"Listen, dufus, yuh gots to go out dere," Bry said pointing out the front window, "and grab it dude....." and with that his hand was back in Dan's crotch and this time he squeezed a sizable prize under there. "And fum whut ahm feelin' here man, you not only got whutchu need, but....you are REDDY fer it too!"
Danny's head was spinning. His cock was tingling his whole body into an electric glow. Under Brighton's hand he was steeling....and no doubt leaking. There was no kidding Brighton...he could fuckin' feel it, and that big scrunchy-faced freckled boy smile broke out all over Bry's face as he said, "Gitcher ass up in the sleeper back here," he patted the mattress behind the seat of the extended cab, "and I'll be right behind yuh. You gonna know whut it's all about in a flash, Danny...whutchu love....and you gonna KNOW whut you wantin' the next time you thumbs a ride."
The two kids scrambled back into the sleeper, and as Brighton followed Dan, he pulled the kid's sneaks and socks off as he crawled behind him. When Dan twisted around and sat up on the mattress with his back against the side of the cab, Bright crawled up straddling his legs, and pulled the kid's tee off and shoved it into his face and they both hand slapped at each other as Brighton broke the sex-tension that was clearly building. Then Brighton pushed his cargoes and boxers down and his handsome seven inch prick hung before Danny's gaping stare.
The distraction was just enough to get Dan's shorts unbuttoned, down and under Bry's straddling thighs. He grabbed for the boxers right through the fly hole and yanked hard....Dan LIFTED his ass to free them. Brighton didn't miss that.
In spite of Dan being a good bit bigger all around than Brighton, of course, except for his 6" cock, Brighton just 'knew' he was 'taken'. He took Dan's hand and closed the fingers quickly around Dan's own dick....then....he took the hand hot from the boy's own rock hard peter and put it on Brighton's semi-hard 7 incher. In a kind of whisper, Brighton hoarsely said, "What's that feel like dude....great I know...nuthin' like the feel of a strange cock in yur hand man...nuttin'....nuttin'...is there? IS THERE??"
Danny was near crazed in fear and scaries. He was pulling back...shaking his head....his hand was trembling....sweat beaded over his face as it shone in the morning light even in the rear of the cab. Dan's knees were coming up under Brighton, but they actually more like pushed Bry forward as they came up behind the younger boy's butt.
Brighton snapped up straight on his knees as he grabbed Jeff's wrists and pushed them hard into the wall of the cab above Dan's head. In a flurry of hands, Brighton smacked Danny's face again and again and again and the kid was dodging and ducking, banging his head into the cab wall, and then Brighton half stood and smooshed his crotch into Dan's face. Dan was having trouble getting a breath and when Bry pulled away, he smacked Dan's grappling hands away, and stuffed his meaty prick into Dan's lips and with a cuff to his left ear, Dan's screamed and took Brighton's cock in his mouth.
"Suck it you faggot, and NO FUCKIN" TEETH!!!"
"SUCK, DAMMIT...SUCK YOU FUCKIN' QUEER!"
Everything went quiet. Donny was slowing down in case he had to referee...but he needn't have been concerned.
As it developed, Brighton pulled out of Danny's mouth, pulled him flat on his back away from the cab wall, sat back up on his chest and re-fed the kid his meaty morsel right on the outstretched quivering tongue. "Yahhhhhhhhhhhh!" To even Bry's surprise his gun went off and he fired a 3 shot volley right to the back of Danny's virgin mouth. Swaller it fucker.....swaller it! Unnnghhh! Huhhhh! Yehhhhh.....you can ....ummmmm....take it man...stay right on it....and I give you another load in a few minutes....."
Bry stayed right on Danny's tongue while the kid's lips swiveled over the soft outer skin of Brighton's pulsing cock. Brighton looked hard into Danny's face....there was a sad look maybe, yet there was something of determination in his eyes as his lips gripped onto his first boycock. Bry could see surprise in Danny when his semi-hard spent dick started to steel up again, and Brighton started to rut across the kid's tongue.
Brighton gave Dan a second wad within five minutes and the novice cock-eater swallowed both loads of teen cream for his early breakfast.
He laid there, arms extended and bent upward lying to the mattress....exhausted and dicked over. He couldn't help it but his tongue slipped out to lick over his lips naturally, and Brighton smiled at that, embarrassing Danny even further. With a thunderous 'SMACK!' to Dan's belly that bounced the kid on the mattress...Brighton smiled devilishly, and yelled, "You love it doncha, cockboy?
Don'tcha?"
Without waiting for an answer he pulled himself off from straddling Dan and there in the boy's cockhair was huge load of pearly jelly...."I should say you loved it man....you fuckin' need it! mannnn...you went off awl by yo'seff!" With that Bry fingered the kid's own spooge from his soggy boybush into his mouth. "It's yur stuff, dickface....eat it." And man, did he ever....at first reluctant, then soon ravenously sucking Bry's finger clean time after time.
The truck was slowing to a rest area about 15 minutes out of Brighton's town, and once they were parked, Donny climbed up in back with the boys....he was a
very young driver...21...had trained right out of high school, and as ready for hot, moist mouthpussy as anybody.
Brighton was so proud of Danny. Without even being told, Dan opened Don's jeans as soon as the guy's knees closed to both sides of his chest. He fished out a handsome manboy tool and slupped it right into his sucking face.
Brighton's smile said it all. Like a little brother's pride in a big brother as Dan wolfed .....gawking and gurgling trying to take the guy's pounding meat till he totally "Gwawwwwk"ed and his whole body jerked and twitched, twisting under the much bigger Donny.....he was throating his first dick. Boy! Lotta 'firsts' for the youngster that morning.
"Smork! Scchnukk! Snukkff!" Brighton stood and looked down over Don's shoulder. Oh! Fuckin' beeeeuuuuteeefullll! Donny's cum was running out Danny's nose and Donny was easing out of the suckboy's mouth.
Don looked into Brighton's face over his shoulder with a grin like the cat that got the cocksucker! Brighton hadn't been slouching on the job neither. He started playing with Danny's cumsloppy peter, and then his balls, and soon his finger was deep into the kid's bunger like it was borned there.
Donny got out of the way and sat up against the seat back to watch Brighton at work. It was as pretty as it was amazing. As the third boy finger worked into Dan's wiggling, squirming shitter, the fingers of his other hand were sliding over Danny's tongue. He had every part of that young teen undulating in different bumps and grinds. It looked like the boy was disjointed, and each separate part was moving on its own. Brighton's cock was snapped hard to his belly as he scooped more of Dan's cum out of the kid's cockhair and lubed his own rammer.
Dan's legs were pushed high, higher, and then his naked feet flattened into the cab wall above his head as Brighton's boypud sank past his retreating fingers into Danny's bunger.
Donny was groaning in excitement as he watched the two naked teens glowing in their boy sweat as Brighton fucked Danny's lights out. Brighton went crazed. His bubble butt snapped forward and whipped up and back with great force as he rammed, pounded, faster, slower, faster, pummeling, punching any part of Danny he could reach.
"Uh--uh---unh---ugh---unnnngh---oh...ohhh....nnnnnhhh!" is all they heard from Dan. He did grunt a bit louder and more jerky when Brighton matched a shot to the body with his reaming rammer.
Brighton was sweating rivers down his face dripping onto the fuckboy under him, and then he smiled so big and wide at Dan....."You...huh..uh...like it don'tchu? Love it uhhh...uh....don'tchu!??"
Danny's fingers answered for him when they reached behind Brighton and gripped the globes of the boy's bubble butt, pulled him tight to his box, and sighed, "Mmmmm....Brighton....ohhhh...Brighton....goddddddd....I feel ......mmmm...it feels....it hurts.....and.....mmmmm....."
Brighton smiled over at Donny and said, "Drop us both off at my house....he can go on home fum dere, after I fuck his ass the rest of the morning. Whatta yuh say, dude," Brighton said smacking Danny's chest...."ready to give me that hot ass for the resta the day?"
Donny got them back on the road and soon enough they were air blasting the big rig out front of Bry's house and the two bare-chested, barefoot teens slid down the door to the ground clutching their shirts, and Danny had his socks in his sneaks, tied laces hanging them from his shoulder. Donny promised to look for Brighton in future runs on the highway, and said he might even come by the house if he was ahead of schedule.
Dan and Brighton reached up to slap hands with Donny and the big rig belched and eased away from them down the quiet rural street.
"Hey Chuck," Brighton yelled seeing his older brother when they came in the house. "Meet Danny," Chuck and Dan shook, "he blows dick....if yuh horny, check us out in my room in a few and he'll make yuh happy, man."
Danny was stunned to be 'outed' like that to a strange kid, and the expression was pain that spread across his face and disappointment at how mean he felt Brighton was to do that to him.
Bry just ignored it, and jabbed the bigger boy in the ribs and shoved him toward the stairs.
They were settling in, with Brighton showing Danny his 'puter and X-Box, and the games he had. Dan had relaxed and forgot about how Brighton embarrassed him when they were introduced, when just then Chuck strolled through the open door, walked up to them and with a big strong hand to Dan's teen shoulder, he pressed the kid to his knees as Chuck pulled out a dick that looked to be Brighton's twin. He slapped Danny's lips with it, saying..."So let's see how much you like cock, Danny boy...let's just see....."Gwawwwwuppff!"
"Get the door, Brighty. Le's not get no disturbin's, eh?
Brighton jumped up and latched the door.
"Nnnnnnghhh....nice...nice boy, nice," Chuck hummed enjoying his pecker's tongue ride. "Hey, Bry, the guys are coming over in a bit to watch the game downstairs." Chuck gripped Danny's chin and had him look up at him with that mouth full of dick slab, and said, "You gonna have a great time dude....just a great time."
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