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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The Travel Game. Chapter 8.
"T'supp...fuckerrrrrs!" roared Brad as he caught first sight of the brothers and Dan around the TV. Tripping down the last steps and falling into Brad was Jeremy....class clown in Chuck's grade....to accompanying yukks from the kids, and the typical descriptive, "Fuckin' asshole," from Brad who elbowed Jeremy and shoved him.
[Chuck had whispered a few concerns about how they could open up the
suckboi scene with the others and not be dubbed as queers themselves. "I think
up sumpfin," Brighton promised.]
Brighton jumped when Brad clapped a hand to his shoulder as he was breaking from his scheming with Chuck, barking, "See you back fum yer 'travel game.'" All Chuck's buds knew Bry went on these adventures but they never really knew what he did except just hitch to nearby places.
"Yah," Bry grinned back and said, "and here's da prize I brung back wit' me," he said pushing Danny forward. Gripping Danny at the elbow, he said, "Meet Danny, Brad...he blows dick," and then Bry doubled up laughing when Dan shocked up again and Brad's face blanched.
Recovered, Brighton said, "Dan, dis is Brad, all around fuckin' dick."
They all laughed and Brad made a feign at backhanding Brighton, then shook hands with Dan. Still, Brad was hesitant at shaking hands after the cocksucker tag Brighty slapped on Dan, albeit short-lived.
Jeremy was into the pretzels, and then the cooler....one of the sneaked beers was his choice. The others grabbed something to drink and as the TV blared the start of the pre-game show, the kids all flopped to watch. Bry positioned right next to Dan on the couch. Chuck sat on the floor watching Bry for the first move the smart-beyond-his-years kid made. Jer was on his belly on the floor, Brad stretched out at the other end of the couch from Brighton and Danny.
In a few moments a hand-smacking scuffle broke out between Danny and Brighton. "Fuckin' queer! You keep yer hands to yerself err you gonna be swallering 7 inches faggot!" Brighton railed on the befuddled and confused Danny who was holding his hands up in defense of the younger dude's relentless smacks and now punches, screaming, "I didn't---uh--uhh---do nuth....". Brighton was up on his feet on the couch pummeling the bigger kid.
There were three grade levels here...Brighton was youngest and the only one his age. Danny was older a bit than Brighton, and Chuck and his friends were the oldest.
When one shot hit Dan in the belly, his knees came up to block the ceaseless shots at his head and body. "You wanna play motherfucker, you gonna play awright...and you be startin' on 'iss!" Bry yelled as he whipped his meaty prick out of his fly and shoved it in the poor stunned fucker's face.
Chuck glowed. The game was afoot. Brighton was brilliant! He piped up into the 'play' now, and in answer to a questioning stare from Brad, Chuck said, "Yeh...fum the minute Brighty met him this morning, he pegged him queer. We awreddy been funnin' him, but I don't know whut happened here." Chuck jumped up when Danny's knees pulled up, and he yanked the kid's shorts right off his butt and up off his hiked-up legs and feet. Danny was bareassed to the room....and the boys!
Then Brad's face brightened in a big shit eating grin....."No shit?" He turned to Jeremy who first looked back blankly. Brad's hand absently slid up and down the fly of his shorts, and then Jeremy 'got it" and he grinned too, turning over onto his back to watch the fun.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o shit!" Brad brayed again, like he was eggin' himself on as he got up.
Brad was a well-built, muscled boy, bulkier than the others at about 160, 5'10", dark brown brush cut, brown eyes, pug nose....his bare chest was well-defined. "N-o-o-o-o-o-o sh-e-e-e-e-e-i-t-t-t-t!!!!! Well....I know dis, man...he ain't gonna be lacking fer eats today."
Brad was up standing next to Brighton and Danny now, and was beading up sweat at the sight of young Bry's studly, pounding boy prick puffin' out Danny's cheeks....in and out and in and....
As the first gob of spit and prefuck drooled down Danny's chin, Brad's right hand went to Danny's bare shoulder....his left hand digged inside his waistband....
'Ba-rum--ba-rubumber--fralapp--fu-bnndk...' pounded the sneaker feet on the stairs as the other kids stormed the scene....
The Travel Game. Chapter 8.
Butch, JW and Aubrey just stopped and stared for a second when they caught the scene. Then they moved in and around the couch.
Brad eased in and Brighton got aced out. "Suck hard, faggot! Lemmee know you doin' me, fuckwad!" The others were aimlessly forming a semi-circle behind Bradley's freshly naked butt now as he moved up onto and crouched on the couch cushion, face-ramming Danny like he was trying to pound through the back of the kid's head.
With his shorts and boxers rippling down around his thick teenboi ankles, Bradley's bubble butted muscled cheeks flexed and flared as he increased the speed but kept a steady rutfuckin' rhythm with his cocksucker. The kids were all tranced. The butt action was so fuckin' bonin'. They were all absently playing with their meat....some still in their shorts, some hanging out their fly...hunching their teen pelvises in absent rhythm to Bradley's face-fuckin' boyrut....some bare naked already with toes diggin' and curlin', waiting their time....their time to get blowed...to nut...to just fuckin' cummmmmmm!
Suddenly Brad was jumping to the floor backward, and yanked Danny down flat on his back on the couch. He pulled Dan's outer leg up and kneeled back up on the couch between the kid's legs. They kids all sucked a breath. They'd never looked at or even seen a butt hole, and they never imagined doin' anything with or to one. But there was bold and crazy Bradley, going for it! He pushed Danny's leg higher, forcing the boy's ass high. He looked at Jeremy, closest to him, and shoved Dan's ankle at him..."Pull it wide dickears!"
Jeremy just took it and pulled wide. There were hisses behind them when the other boys saw Danny's browneye there deep in his crease. Mannn...Danny was almost hairless. His butthole was roundish...you know...some are slits....well Danny was round, but very closed, and he was clenching tighter...winking at them. His feet curled and wrinkled as he tightened his toes and they turned under.
Every kid in the room jumped when Bradley shot a gob of spit dead on Danny's hole. The pucker instinctively winked. Again! Again! The kids sorta jerked each successive time Brad spit. They weren't really scared of Brad...he just always shocked them with how bold and uninhibited a fucker he was. His index finger bent out like it's nail side was sort of curved upward the stiff, and he plied it to Danny's slot like he was spreading putty. The gooey spittle bubbled up around his finger nail. He worked the spit around and around as he finger-pressed deeper and deeper....annnnnnd thennnnnnnn.....his spitslick finger nail was gone. It disappeared! The boys watching...literally hanging over Danny's splayed form and upturned asshole....gasped when they realized Brad's finger was INSIDE Danny!
JW was fuckin' wild: "I'm not b'lievin' it' Fuck mann...yur fuckin'im wit'cher finger!!!"
Brad looked up with a sneer, and toothy grin, and said..."Pay 'tention, asshole.... there be TWO fingers fucking 'iss queer....and nowwwww....THREE!!!!!"
One kid, Aubrey, the class jester, was actually drooling spit out the corner of his mouth and kept sucking and licking it back in while he lost more and more control of himself.
JW was the only one fully jackin' his meat while he watched Brad work Danny's hole.
Ohhhhhh...now even the pinky was inside Danny who was jerking up every few seconds, and wiggling side to side and now...oh nowwww...now he was rut-fucking his bunger up into Bradley's four-finger onslaught. "Hole-eeeeeeeeee!" several kids whistled. He's fuckin'...he's fuckin' goin' fer it....he fuckin' NEEDS it man!" yowled Butchie.
Brad was looking all smirky and devilish as he looked from virgin boy face to virgin boy face while winding and rewinding his fucker-fingers inside Danny's shitter. Then, after palm slapping Danny's bucking belly several times with his other hand, he rose up and gripped his hog tight, and sank that manly prick into Dan's now fully open glistening boycunt.
Jeremy's eyes nearly blowed out of his face when he saw Danny's shiny, shimmering, open bunghole just barely start to wink shut with each heartbeat.
Then...then...it was fulled up with Bradley's veiny, dark skinned, angry teencock....looking even more menacing with that deep slot where his piss hole was.
A smile here....a blank stare there....a mostly dazed and inexperienced band of horny as hell cock-crazed boys were mesmerized as they all now pulled their meat. They were now ALL bareass naked. They were all tightening the press around the couch. Some put a hand to Danny to feel the rippling tremble of his boy skins and muscles as Brad picked up the fuck-a-boi-pound-a-bung. "Uh-oooh--ahh--ung----ahh---nnnghhh!" was the constant fuck music out of Danny's mouth.
Bradley looked up at Jeremy, still holding Danny's ankle wide with a sweaty hand, while jacking with the other. "You...Jer...getcher ass on the armrest there, and hang yer prick in the queer's mouth. Of all the kids, Jeremy was most bashful and did whatever they goaded him into. He just fumbled around not knowing what to do with the boy ankle in his hand, looking all around for someone take it. Brad was frustrated and yanked it down out of his hand and yelled, "Get blowed up there dude....c'monnnnnnn!"
Jer stepped into the crevice of the seat back and cushion as he sat gingerly down on the armrest. His slender 5 inch dick arched down not quite as far down as his low-hanging balls. As he started to lean in so his cock could get to Danny's lips, he saw the look to behold on Danny's face. It was one of submission...love....lust....solefulness....and neediness....all at the same time. It was a sad look...but yet it wasn't. That boy face was moving forward and back with each ham-slammin' fuck Brad threw to his bunger.
The kids, who were shy about somebody sucking their dick out in public like this, were jealous too when the saw Jeremy get the first throat seeking dickie-dunk.
Chuck's arm came up around Brighton's and they smiled inside with the knowledge that they had Danny's mouth and ass hours ago. Of course, that didn't keep them from having to readjust their dicks hardening and twitchy-tingling in their boxers now.
Butch came over to the brothers, and into Chuck's ear he said, "Chuckie...I ain't playin' bareback man. Raid yer 'rents' room....find us some baggies, hear?"
Chuck was caught off guard, but didn't want to not produce the rubbers if a dude like Butch wanted one. Only thing was he wasn't sure he'd find 'em, and was worried he might get caught busting his parents rooms.
He whispered to Brighton to come with him and stand guard while he hunted the cum-catchers. They headed up the stairs, still feeling the horns of the grunting fuck sounds of Dan, and Brad and now Jeremy.
Brighton distracted in the kitchen getting together a bowl of chips and more sodas while Chuck went down the hall to the forbidden 'rent-zone. He started at the nightstand, then under the bed, then the bureau....every fucking drawer. His trembly hands slipped through jockey shorts, and bras, panties and socks, panty hose, and hankies. Nuthin'. NUTH-IN'!
Sweat was beading all over his face. Where to look? Where? WHERE? The bathroom! The master bedroom had it's own shitter, and it was big trouble now if he was back in the bathroom when a 'rent came in. He listened for any whistle from Brighton. All was quiet.
He looked up in the med cabinet. He almost dumped a whole shelf of stuff for his quivering scaries. Nuthin'! How could this be? But maybe his mother used pills. He looked underneath the sink. He started pulling all the shit to the floor in a frenzy. TROJAN! Yesssss. Uh-oh...two kinds. Lubed and not. His mind spinned in a new direction, and he smiled to himself....non-lube. There were plenty in the two boxes...he took a strip of six packets. He carefully replaced everything and sneaked out of the seemingly untouched rooms with the 6 rubbers.
His arms laden with sodas and chips that Brighton had gathered, Chuck smiled at the questioning-faced Butchie, who now also smiled. With hands full, he turned sideways next to Butch and nudged his chin down to his waistband. Butch was delighted to see the foil wrappers there, and snatched 'em out.
Butch was all at once, dick-whipping, biting a packet open, spitting on his palm and oiling his peter, while moving back toward the couch and Danny's boypussy. Strong-willed, teen leader boy that Butch was, he'd yet to have any pussy, and was now past the 'queerness' of buggering a boyhole. Brash Bradley more than took care of any backwardness Butch, or any of the others might have.
For Brad's part, he was in high buttfuck now. Squealing in low whiney sirening coming from deep in his throat, Brad pumped body-wracking volley after volley of teen cream through Danny's cock-chunnel. His head thrown up and back, and side to side he butt-snapped fuck thrusting cock hard and deep and seemingly endlessly into Danny. The boy was being driven deep into the cushion from Brad's pile-drivin'-fuckin'.
He fell against the side of Danny's up turned right leg near the seatback....his cock was still pulsing...and every little touch of his tender peterhead jolted his whole body. His tongue swiped Dan's sweaty calf...then gasping, he pulled up and bit at Dan's heel, and then licked at his instep. Butchie was helping Brad out of and down from Danny's boy box.
Butch handed off Brad's limp, fucked out boy person to Chuck who flopped him into an easy chair. Brad's angry-looking cock was laying to his left thigh. You could see his pulse bobbing it as it lay there....staying semi-hard...soon to be ready for some mouth-diving.
Butch had fitted his baggie on and was already inside the fagged out Danny who just lay there in a fog, soaked in sweat, his adam's apple bobbing as he strained up to suck off Jeremy still hanging from the armrest into his mouth. It wasn't long before Jeremy had tears streaming down his face as he bucked and bobbed in the joy of getting his nut. Danny choked at the first shot to the back of his throat. He locked his throat and vacuumed Jer's meat with his tongue rasping at the underside while Jeremy unloaded. It seemed cock had been inside Danny for hours. Wellllll...on and off since he hitched a ride with Brighton in Donny's truck earlier that morning....it had!
Butch was into his first ever fuck! He was gonna get the best of this. His early joy was short-lived as he nutted so fast from his excitement, and hucking for breaths, still fucking while quaking in aftercum shocks. He was not giving up his boytoybox for nuthin' or no-body! He stayed hard, and kept banging at Danny's butt till the telltale tingles started again. Oh man! He felt so goooooood! He was gonna get this little fucker twice in one round.
Aubrey helped Jeremy out of Danny's face and replaced him on the armrest. He could feel the wet from Jerry's ass where he sat. It gave him a funny kind of thrill to be sitting in another guy's buttcheek sweat. The leather of the couch had long pasted Danny's rutting body to it. Butchie's knees were making squeaky sounds as he pulled Dan's ass down and started to pull it back and over his stationary boy pleaser.
Here is where the other kids got another mouth gaping surprise. To look down at a buddy fucker, as his hefty, wide slab of cock pulled out of boyass and then surged back through. The steady pull and pump was hypnotizing. How big that cock looked down there! Its power! Its control! The boys just stared at the amazing lust of it all. Butchie's cock...so big...so wide....appearing and disappearing into that kid's box. Oh man....and look at the asshole ring skins coming out gripping the sides of the pulling cock! Then they fold back under and are buried inside when Butch pulls Danny's ass back onto his prong.
Butchie was bucking now...his body was all a'jerk and he hoarsely whispered a cry of joy as he shot a second wad into his baggie.
JW had taken a rubber packet and had already 'dressed' his dick for some boy toolin'. He offered a hand to Butch who leaned to him and staggered away from his fucktoy.
Chuck's mouth fell open...his eyes saucered wide!
Butchie's rubber had such a huge amount of cumcurd in the bottom. There was a lot of cumslime slopped along the sides of his handsome tool inside the walls of the rubber as well. He pulled the rubber down by the reservoir end and as it slid down Butch's cockhead with the shaft still covered....it was clear it was still filling....Butchie was STILL cumming! His dick was literarily oozing like a slightly opened faucet. The cum load level in the bottom was clearly rising! This kid really shot himself a nutfull!
Unnoticed, Chuck sprang hard! He turned away and grabbed a towel to hand to Butch to both cover his own condition and distract Butch from concentrating on what he might have seen.
Brighton was fitting himself onto Dan's chest now with the help of brash Bradley, now recovered and choreographing. With Aubrey already in Danny's sad young boy face, Bry''s even bigger prick sinked in under Aubie's dick. For a while he shoved it under Danny's tongue for some top dick rasping.
The sensations of feeling their buddy dicks rubbing together in another kid's mouth just got them off and drained too fucking fast.
Butch was ready again now and he replaced Aubrey on the armrest. Brighton just stayed on Dan's chest waiting for his cock to tingle a sign that he was ready to go for nut again.
JW was sinking in and turning Danny's right leg over the left so he was sort of sidewise fucking Dan now. The twisted-over leg, made the fit inside Danny's hole ever tighter. JW could feel every time Danny 'had one of his anal 'gasms. It gave his prick even more stimulation...as if it needed any.
He executed severe reamage on Danny now, leaned in and down and butt-snapped his fine young tool deep inside Dannyboi. He was....he was ....he was....cummmmmmingggg! He yelled to himself a little louder than he wanted to. All the fucker boys knew they had to keep noise at a minimum even though the TV was blaring the ball game noises.
JW was wildly out of control in the throes of his first ever cum in anything but his hand....or his sock....or his pillow....orrrrr...you know.... He flopped over onto Danny length wise and the top his head slumped into Brighton's newly fuck-rutting ass. Bry smiled looking back and down at the fucked out JW.
Bradley was now readying Aubrey and Jeremy for their deflowering boyfucks. Both wanted to rubber up, which Brad just snorted at, and watched as they did. He even grabbed both their pricks and jacked 'em up a few times shocking both kids. There just was nothin' Brad would not do. He was so comfy inside his skins with his sexuality, he never gave a thought to fingering a dude's hole or grabbin' a cock, for that matter.
Aub and Jer queued up as Brad helped JW off Danny.
Then in a flurry, Brighton was pulled off of Dan. Then Dan was peeled off the couch and Brad flopped Jeremy on his back in his place. He pushed and pulled till he had Danny sitting over Jeremy's rubbered prick. Holding Danny up with an arm around his chest and under his pits, he lowered his hole. Brad had a tight grip on Jeremy's over-stimulated cock as it was fed up into Danny's spreading hole.
"Yowwwwohhhoolllluh-uh-ah-uhnnnggghhh!" moaned Danny.
"Oh-ohh..so goooood. Oh fuck...oh beautiful omigoddddd!! squealed Jeremy as his boy prick was swallowed up into Danny's moisty hot chunnel. "Ohhhhh! Nev-uh felt ohh! Sooogoood! Oh fuck!" he wailed on.
Brad smiled at his creation, and then started Danny back and forth on the knees to fuck his own self by ramming himself back and forth and faster and f aster over Jeremy's swollen and throbbing pud. Danny didn't even know much about what was happening. He just did what came 'natural' and with a head snapping left and right...then a slicking out of his tongue...a gasp here then there....an "Uh-uh-uh ahh-nnnngghh!" he warbled in uneven high and low pitched singy-song tones while he rode his buzzer over and over Jeremy's sizable meat. Jeremy surprised the others when he surged hard up into Danny's riding asshole to get even more before screaming so loud Brighton clamped a hand to his mouth as the novice boy fucker creamed his teen wad up inside Danny's bung. If he hadn't already come off in Dan's mouth earlier he'd have blowed his load the second the tingle in his dickhead caught up with his brain circuits.
Involuntarily bucking and twitching in afterfuck, Jerry didn't even know he'd gone off as he watched bleery eyed while Danny was pulled up and off him, and laid onto his back again on two bean bags on the floor. The residual of Brad's bareback shootoff was gone and there nothing on Jerry's rubber but the shiny slick of Danny's tailslime.
Aubrey was being positioned now by Brad as two kids held Danny's feet back over the soundly buggered kid. The others laughed as Brad actually pushed and pulled Aubie's butt till he got the tingle and the rhythm and went off for his nut all alone. Brad had said, "Geez, man, pump them buns, boi. You musta humped yer bung at least once when you waz beatin off in the dark, you dick!
Boyyyyy. Did he ever. He felt so good....So fuck-in' gooooooooooo-oooood!!!
Soon the kids holding Danny's legs let them flop to the floor. Goddddd......Aubrey broke into a pounding fuck of the floppy legged pussyboy that had the kid's voice sputtering ..."Yi-ya-ahhhch-yi-ohh--ah-ah!" His arms were flopping out to his sides, with the hands hitting the floor each rutfuck Aubrey threw himself into the ragdoll fucker. Dan's feet were flailing the air as well.
Every kid in the room surrounded them....if you looked down, you saw 6 pairs of bare boy feet...some shuffling...some with toes splaying up and out....others curled under and digging into the carpet.
Then Aubrey pulled Danny's feet up and pushed the soles together in front of him, making his knees bow out making a diamond shape with the flustered ragdoll fuckboy's face looking up through it blankly from the furrow his bobbing head made in the beanbag.
Brighton hadn't got his 'nother nut when Bradley yanked him off of Danny's chest earlier, so he squatted behind Danny's head and lowered his meaty 7 incher down into the young cocksucker's mouth for his second cock'sertion. Having had his share of get-offs he was good for a long face-dicking of the more than wiped, and overused fuckpussy under him.
"Ohhhweeoucgh!" Danny gawked as Brighton sought out his throat....annnnnnd found it!
Now Danny's feet were pulled up into Aubrey's armpits...then he pulled them up onto his cheeks. Danny's soles could feel the wet of Aubrey's sweated face.
"Ah! Ahh! Ah! Uhhhhhhh! Fuckin' good mannnnn! Oh man! Fuckerrrrrrrrrr! Shootin'...oh fuck! Sogooooooooood!" Aubrey screeled as he shot his load while buried up inside Danny's butt.
As Aubrey fell forward to Danny's chest, he mumbled the joys of his cum. "Oh man! I felt him. He was squeezing me inside! Grabbing onto my cock, man. Yanking my jizz outta me, like!
His meat was still rubbered up inside Danny, and was still twitching in there....jolting Aubrey each time his prickhead closed a circuit.
There was little notice, but Chuck was into some skeevy stuff while he moved around and among the fucker boys.
Each kid dropped his gooey baggie into a wicker trash basket near the couch. Chuck was doing some sneaking around. He had paper and a pencil, and came out with some other trash baskets from behind the wet bar. He was switching baskets and dropping paper into the ones he took away.
Brighton, brilliant-minded Brighton....doesn't miss much. He didn't miss this activity of his big brother.....he even caught sight of the goings on while he got his second nut down Danny's throat while Aubrey finished the whole bang-a-boy-around.
Maybe....maybe much worse....'member....Butchie saw Chuck when his rubber was filling. He saw Chuck's eyes...his gaping mouth....and...annnnnnnnd, he saw Chuckie steel up at the sight. In his afterfuck daze, it didn't register....but it was recorded....would he recall?
The fuck banging ended with great joy when all the kids literally surged through the lower exit to the yard and the pool. Almost no one was wearing a thing. Chuck's and Bry's folks never made anything out of them swimming bareass alone or with their buds. Only rule was if guests or women were around they must have something on.
Fucking horny pricks....every one of them got another blowjob from Danny in the pool. They made him get underwater and blow them. They got such a great charge from the way his lips tightened and vacuumed their meat just before he had to surface for air. It was affecting Danny like huffin'....he was getting so light-headed they could get him to suck a dog at their will if they wanted.
Chuck was late to the party at the pool.
When everybody was thoroughly drained, the newly 'experienced' buttfuckers broke for a final soda and then home. Brad shoved two fingers up Danny's bung for good measure before he left.
Chuck was to take Danny home. He lived up the mainline, next town...only about 15 minutes away. They headed out, with Danny's tee shirt hanging out his back pocket.
As Brighton shuffled into the quiet playroom by himself, his mind went to Chuck's sneaky 'doings' while the others were preoccupied. He looked all over, and then under the sink of the wetbar were all the baskets.
He pulled them out onto the bar and looked in the first one. The notebook paper in it had an 'A' on it. He lifted it up and the smell of cum was overwhelming as Brighton pulled his face a way back.
Next basket, 'J'; next, 'JW'; next 'BU'. Chuckie had secreted the cum-filled rubbers of each of his buds! Brighton stared from basket to basket to basket.....his hands reaching in absently fingering each paper....then the questioning blank face of Chuckie's little brother broadened into a big knowing smile. ...he nodded there to and by himself....no doubt brother Chuck was a freaky boy....but did he NEED something....something velvety smoothe, moist at the tip....hard to the feel....in his mouth....up his ass? did he? and did he need it....regular? A-n-n-n-n-n-n-d, could it be B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N who had that very moisty, meaty solution to Chuck's problem hangin'?
Chuck patted Danny's left leg in the front seat and made small sympathetic talk with Danny over the life-changing day he'd had.
"Hey man. We didn't really talk about'chu today at all. You been, yuh know....doin'iss stuff a long time?" Chuck asked.
Tears welled in Dan's eyes, and he blubbered...."I NEVER did diss stuff! EVERRR! I jus' hitched a ride this morning....and Brighton....he....and the trucker guy....den alla you!" and he just convulsed into heavy sobs and hung his head in his hands in the front seat.
Then it seemed Chuck was at his worst as he seemed to just ignore the weeping young teen and asked, "So hey....you wanna suck?"
The sobs grew into a wail at Chuck's words, and Dan just leaned down and started to pull at Chuck's shorts.
"No...no, dude. I mean, how 'bout if I suck YOU, dude?" Chuck shocked Danny.
Chuck smiled in the dark...a little bit nervous. The boys could hardly see each other in the dark as Chuck pulled to the highway shoulder. Chuck's tongue worked into Danny's armpit, as his hand wormed into Danny's shorts. He dug his face into the kid's armpit like a ravaging savage, and growled even, when he smufkked in there. His tongue suck-swabbed the inner smurffy boy pit.
Danny moaned in a low but building whine, "Ohhhhh....dooooo ittttt.....pit me.....eat my pit.....eatttttttittttt....ohhhhhpleeeeeese!!!"
Breathlessly, both boys were grunting there as cars whizzed by rocking the car, and Chuck whispered into Danny's ear as his fingered the kid's dick, "You think we can get some time alone when we get'chu home?" Danny's head snapped into the headrest as Chuck's mouth consumed his teenboi rock hard cock!
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