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 9.
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 as steel yet soft 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.
The Travel Game. Chapter 9
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 them, 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!
Chuck's tongue voraciously swarmed....attacked Danny's prick! Like he couldn't get enough....fast enough! He was snorkin' and wolfin', slobbering spit and prefuck into Danny's dick hair, and Danny even felt a slight cooling and a tickle from the drooze of goo slithering down to the underside of his nutsack.
As he moved to make himself more comfortable shoved into the corner of the seat and passenger side door now, he got the thrill of his young life when he felt the ecstasy of a humping prick riding almost the full length and back of a boy's fevery tongue...."Ohhhhh!!" he moaned and shook from the super-sensitive stimulations.
He rutted back thru Chuck's vacuum lips again...again. Now he grabbed the back of Chuck's head and pumped the older dude's face with rampant abandon....he was....was....cummmmminnnggggg!!!!!! "Awwwwahhhhhhhhhh-uh-ung-uhhhhhhhheeshhhh!" he yowled and wheezed as his whole body shocked up off the seat four successive times, and just quaked with every swab of Chuck's rasper over that hotspot under Danny's cock helmet. When Chuck finally released Danny's still steely peter and leaned up to look at Danny, the young teen's head was thrown back on the headrest....he heaved a sigh, and sucked for air. His eyes were closed as he settled limp against the seatback. His hand aimlessly slid down and caused Chuck to shiver as it settled on his butt.
Chuck ran his hand gently across Danny's naked chest, and nibbled at his boynips....first one, then the other, making Danny jolt and jerk with every touch. His hand dropped down to cradle Danny's boner, which he gave a squeeze and then sat up to put the car back in gear.
"S-o-o-o-o, whatcha think?" Chuck said, breaking through the fog in Danny's head.
Danny shaken out of his aftercum, blubbered, "Whu-uh, huh, whut?"
"Can we get some quiet like...private time at your place when we get there?" Chuck asked, following up his earlier query.
"Umm--uhh--yehh-uh-yehh, I guess. My mom'll pro'lly have sandwiches and stuff for me, so, we could have some stuff tuh eat an' all," Danny replied.
Chuck smiled, and said, " Yehhh, that too."
Dan gave the last few directions to Chuck and soon they were pulling up to his house.
As they got to the door, Danny had forgotten his pants were open and his dick was arched out in a semi-stiffy, which Chuck told him to holster. He was so fuckin' embarrassed in front of the older boy who just blowed him. He was still in total confusion after the wild afternoon gangbang, following the morning reamage he took from Chuck and Brighton.....not to mention the opening round after he hitched the ride in Donny's truck.
His whole life was upside down. His mouth and ass were deflowered countless times in the last 10 hours, and he even got blowed for the first time himself. Now here he was with one of his initial tormentors, and it seemed like....he didn't want to even think it could so happily be true....but it did seem like he was taking control here without even lifting a finger to make it happen. He shook his head back and forth like to shake out cobwebs. His teen brain had too much to absorb too fast. He didn't want all this muddly fuckin' head torture.
The boys were treated to plates full of food from Dan's mom who gave him a smoochy 'mommy' kiss when he came through the door, and left the two kids together in the kitchen after she introduced herself to Chuck.
While they wolfed the food, Chuck diddled Danny's crotch from under the table across from Danny....driving the kid crazy!
Danny took Chuck into his room after, carrying the not yet empty plate of sandwiches and chips. Chuck rattled the walls with a soda belch as they went down the hall. Chuck paid careful attention to the rooms and it was clear Dan's room was far from the parents', and the bathroom also was at the other side of the house. That left the coast clear for limited interruption or accidental eavesdropping.
"How'sa come yur room is off here at the far end of the house dude?" Chuck asked.
"Oh, that's 'cuz it was a real tiny house before me, and they added a room out here. They didn't think to add a bathroom at the time, so I get to trek the whole house to piss.
They snickered, when Chuck said, "....tuh shit and shower, and beatoff, too!"
"Yehhh-h-h-h, that too," Danny laughed.
Chuck closed the door behind them, and noted the latch and threw it, saying, "The good thing is, you far away fum the 'rents when you wackin' yer Willie back here."
"Yeh, yur right. I ackshuly love it this way," Danny said.
He took the plate from Danny and plopped it on the bed. Yanked Dan's shorts right down his legs and the young, shamed kid stood bareass to the whole wide room!
Before Danny could even turn to Chuck he'd been face-planted into the bedcovers, and Chuck's strong, firm hands were plying his butt cheeks wide open so he could bury his face, nose and tongue up Danny's bunger.
Danny was screaming into his pillow. He couldn't believe the thrill of having his asshole ate out!!! Who knows? Chuck'd sure never showed any inkling for this kinky action when Brighton was around. So either Chuck's been 'playing with boys' or, well he mighta done some pussy-lickin'. He did date a lot...but, it was pretty clear that the only dude in his crowd who'd been laid up to then was Brad. And Brad, he was a whole 'nother story. Didn't look like there was anything he wouldn't fuck....or eat, to get his funs.
Anyways, Danny's out of his mind. His pillow's soaked in tears in no time from the sheer ecstasy of having a teen tongue burrowing into his innermost secret dark boy part.
Soon, Chuck was over top of Danny and whispering to the whimpering boy, "Now you gotta keep quiet, dickhole, 'cuz ahmena turn you over now, throw yur legs over yur head, suck yur balls and eatchur asshole out again. YOU GOTTA BE QUI-ETTTTT!"
Danny pleadingly nodded, 'Yes.'
He was flipped, feet above him, and he bit his own upper arm when he felt his balls scooped into Chuck's mouth. He had a terrible fear the fucker would chew them off, intentionally...or by accident. He cried to himself at being so stupid for letting a strange bunch of kids take him over like this....and now even in his own house....his own beddddd!
His cock had wilted in the earlier shame, but as Chuck's finger diddled his winking pucker while he sucked Dan's balls, he started a grunting groaning rant of joy. He was bucking back and around with his balls so soppy and heated inside Chuck's mouth with the kid's tongue swirling through and around the soft nutsack. Danny was mad out of his mind as Chuck's finger frigged his bunghole at the same time. His dick was steeled and leaking like a faucet onto his firm teenboy belly.
Chuck's finger drove in to the hilt as Chuck released the kid's nuts and went for his dick on a three-swipe course from root to head over the huge and bloated cum tube underneath. Danny bit into his arm again. Tears just flowed in his boyjoy sex'citement.
He just....just could not believe this day. And then, after the way he was just 'taken', by the mob of kids that afternoon, who could have imagined he would get it all back in spades tonight!
He felt vacant as the finger pulled out quickly, but was replaced just as fast by Chuck's wild tongue. Danny kept thinking Chuck's tongue must be a foot long the way it pleased his hole so far up inside his deep dark fun place.
He felt Chuck's fingers diddling around his ass, but not in it. Just a lot of movement and the bed was shimmying a lot. Danny could feel it but was too busy oozing prefuck on his belly to worry about it.
The next was .... was un-fuckin' beLIEVable!!!!
Chuck stood above Danny completely naked for the first time since they got on the bed, and straddled Dan's sides. Chuck was fingering his own crack. Danny started to strain up to see underneath Chuck's balls, but before he got a chance, Chuck was squatting down over him.....down and down and down and "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygoddddddddddd! That's.... that's s-o-o-o-o-o ohhhhhhhhhhhgoddddd!"
Danny eyes rolled back in his head as his cock sank through Chuckie's assring. Danny was getting LAAAAAAAAAAAID!!!!! Sure, it WAS a boy....but LAID IS FUCKIN' LAID!!!
The soothing swell of the asshole glove of his self-annointed fuckboy swallowed Danny's hotboi prick. The melting moistness of that velvet enclosure would never be forgotten. Maybe sometime later that week he'd wonder if a girl's pussy would feel that good or better....but for now, it was Chuck's gloryhole that joyed him....made him complete.....a fucking boyteenman.
Chuck lifted up and sank back down....again....again.....
Danny rutted up himself finally, and then by sheer accident he pulled down on Chuck's neck and angled the new pole-riding teenfucktool so that he could slide forward and back instead of up and down, and it was so much easier for both boys to enjoy this new fucklove they were having.
Soon, like one of those railroad handcars with the seesaw handles up and down, these boys were in full cockride and slide. Chuckie was sliding up and back over his chosen boyrod, slicked with his own spit, Danny precums and moist pussyjuice from Danny's bunger.
Fast....faster....and faster yet....a boyskin blur played out on top of Danny's bed as Chuckie rode for the first anal 'gasm of his life. He loved it...he LOVED it! He couldn't believe how the more and faster and deeper he drove Danny's prick into himself, was just how much more he needed.
Danny was himself out of his mind moments after the rapidfire boyhole stroking reached top speed.
He whimpered and grunted and tried to fuck into the speedboi fucking hole that rode his dick to the super-heated frenzy they both were in.
He couldn't feel the tears dripping on his chest and belly streaming from Chuck's cheeks. In his overwhelming joybutt teenfuck, Chuck sobbed uncontrollably. He'd never been so happy in his entire life....or hurt inside himself so fuckin' much! How he needed cock up his hole! HOW HE NEEDED COCK!!!!
His anal cums were snapping off close together, almost as one now. No cum, just internal boy firing. He rocked and rocked, fast, faster, slower, faster, he held tight to Danny's sweaty shoulders and neck as he ream-rocked his hole non-stop for half an hour that might as well have been a year the way it took Danny and Chuck to that whole 'nother place they'd never been, and that they'd never want to leave.
Danny for himself, was shook and shattered two separate times as he tried to slow his fuckboy benefactor because he shot off up inside Chuckie twice. But Chuck's continued self reamage, was non-stop and the sensitive aftercum cockhead deep inside Chuck was jolting Danny to uncontrollable convulsions each time of absolutely too much pleasure pain.
For the first time, and after Danny recovered in this bounce-a-boy-fuck-a-rut, from his second butt creaming of Chuck, he grabbed onto the boy's bobbing, leaking, spitting prefuck dripping cock and with two hands beat that boy off like Chuck never got it before.
He wiped his hands into the wet of his belly and chest and slick-whipped Chuckie's meat to a super raging teencockshot.
In Danny's third aftercum before Chuck finally came off, he was pleading with Chuckie....."Pleeeeeeeeze cummmmmmmmm! Save me. Save MEEEEEE! Pleeeeeze!" as his body jerked, bolted, bucked and quaked triggered off by his super-sensitive aftercum cockhead.
"Yiiiiiiiiiiiii! can't uh---unggghhhhh! believe it! I ohfuck! I gotta ....cummmminnngggg!!!!" Chuck whined to the ceiling which his face shined up to, but he was way, way beyond knowing where he was, let alone what he was looking at.
At home, Brighton was waiting for a glimpse of Chuck when he came back from taking Danny home. In his most inimitable fashion, he was gonna try to get his big brother to own up to the 'cum stash' he'd compiled during the afternoon's Danny bang-around.
The longer the wait, the more antsy he was getting. By 8 o'clock he was getting crazy. With school the next day, he'd be having to show some semblance of getting to the sack soon. The interminable wait was making his twitchy prick do flips for attention, too. You'd wouldn't think he'd been sucked, or had sucked and fucked his way down to Baltimore and back the whole weekend the way he was pacing and wringing his peter through his shorts.
As the leakage oozed through, the wet spot it made settled the deal. He dropped his pants and flopped onto his bed to frig his wick. He wasn't two strokes into his reverie, when he jumped up, pulled the shorts back on and high-tailed it to the basement playroom and those baskets!
Brighton was a smaller version of Bradley when it came to kinky boy-funs. He'd blow a dick as fast as he would fuck an upturned hole. He just didn't care. He just wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. And when his cock was giving the orders, no holds were barred.
In a flash, he was behind the wet bar downstairs, and actually had to tell himself to slow down and concentrate. First of all, he had to leave everything as he found it or Chuck would know he'd busted him. So with trembly hands, he pulled the nested baskets apart and ordered them along the bar as he sat back of it on the stool.
The guilts gave him a spinning head and slowed him way down as he tried to keep order to what he was doing. What had surprised him before....the intense cum'roma wafting up out of a rubber was minor now. As he took Aubrey's rubber first, he dipped a finger into the slippery goo and then wiped it down his dick shaft. He was brick-hard and standing by now, and had to press his joint down so he could finger-swab Aubrey jizz on top. As he started to put the rubber back into the basket, he just bent into it and tongued the inside. He was almost delirious. He'd tongued where Aubrey's prick was that afternoon when it was inside Danny! He replaced it and the notepaper 'A', then went for the 'J' basket....Jeremy's spooge.....and on till he'd done his dick and sucked all four and replaced them in the baskets under the bar. He gently fixed his cock in his shorts so's not wipe off the 'wonder jazz' it was bathed in now.
As he hit the stairs, his head was whirling with visions of the cum of all four older dudes, and their pricks. He wanted to have his last wackoff of the day with the four boys' cum on his dick! His shorts were at his ankles as the door slammed and he threw himself on his back onto his bed, legs up, naked and his joystick in his happy palm. He waled on that thing like there was no tomorrow. He licked his tongue with the rubber slick remnants on it all around his lips.
It was fantastic! He was wild as he'd ever been, didn't even need a 'travel game' partner for once. He jacked! He wacked that peterwick like mad till he was stammering the names of all four boys whose slick graced his prick, hand and mouth. He could still smell the boy jam in each rubber as he pummeled his prick till he was bouncing up and down off his ass, arched up on his back and feet, hunching the air till his cockshot spewed all over him, the bed, the wall and the floor. He kept pumping his prigg wildly till the aftercum jolts sapped him and he flopped to his ass still bolting and jerking in the covers till he just wheezed out a long, gasping sighhhhhhh, "Sooooooooooooogooooooooodddd!!!"
He fitfully jerked in and out of sleep, and then his intense need to know about Chuck, startled him back to life again. He lay on his pillow with his cummy hand to his mouth and licked the older kids' taste as well as his own off his palm and fingers.
He always had a damp rag by his bed at night to wipe his jackjelly off the sheets and stuff to prevent the telltale stain and the weird mother glances. So after all the licking and wiping was done. He laughed when he found a goober of boyshot hanging off the edge of the lamp shade.
Now he lay in wait for his brother. He decided to make his room dark and sneak into the playroom and hide. The worst that could happen is if he fell asleep in his hiding place for the night.
His reward was quick. At just the point his prickhead started to tingle for attention again, he heard a door slam outside. He was elated that he guessed right. Chuck was coming in through the glass door right into the playroom! That meant his first thoughts were of the boycum he'd saved from his best friends' fun that afternoon with Danny.
Chuck seemed very confident as he flipped on the light and went to the wet bar. There was a lot of rustling and shuffling back there that Brighton couldn't see. He heard the mini-fridge door open and close three times, and clanking of what sounded like ice cubes busted out of the tray into a metal container. Then there was running water, and the fridge door opened and closed again. Ultimately, Chuck surfaced from behind the bar and mannnnn, was his shorts ever tented out. Brighton's big brother was kinnnnnnkeeee!!!
He had a backpack with him, and headed for the stairs. When the light went out, Brighton pulled out his trusty mini-flashlight and rushed the wet bar. He checked the baskets. They were empty....no rubbers....no notepapers. He excited himself one more time by bending his head into each basket. The smell of boycum shivered him all up, and he got a little dazed. He opened the fridge and fingered the ice tray. Several cube slots were filled with water, and the remaining cubes were loose. There was nothing out of the norm in the fridge. He kneeled down with the light to inspect the tiny freezer compartment. "Aha!" he funned to himself. Way in the back in the left corner....the rubbers! He pulled one out to check it. There was an 'A' printed on it, and the notepapers were gone. "Has to be Aubrey's," he doped out, and carefully returned it to the upright position in back he found it in, and closed the door. "My big bro is one horny planner!" he said to himself. "He's storing frozen jizz!" Brighton's mind was running....looked they BOTH wuz gonna be fingering some frozen buddycocksnot onto their peckers after school the next week!
Heading for the stairs, Brighton sneaked back up to his room next to Chuck's. Long ago, Bry had figured out to open the air duct vent in Chuck's room so he could listen to his brother whip his wacker and squeal into the night.
Brighton set up his sleeping bag and pillow on the floor next to the vent on his side of the bedroom wall, got his tape recorder, and lay down to spy on his big brother.
He heard dribs and drabs of his brother talking to himself. At one point, he clearly heard Chuck say, "Mannn, J-dub, (meaning JW) you should know the fun ahm gonna have wackin' with yur jizz in my mouth and on my cock!"
Brighton was stunned that Chuck was gonna do almost the same thing he'd already done that night himself! He actually shivered at that point....."Whut if ahm really a fuckin' queer??! annnnd Chuck! Maybe we be fucked up!"
His mental self-exam was interrupted by whimpery sounds from the vent....."Ohhhhh, JW....JW, I kin taste you mannnn. Soogood. Beatin' it fer you dude. Goddddd, I love wacking in yur juice. Ohmigod! I can't...ohhhh...ohnoooooo.....uhhhhhhhhh! Soooooooogooooood!" Chuck had emptied some of JW's spooge into another rubber, and set the original in the ice he'd brought up from the playroom to keep it 'fresh'. He licked side of the second rubber where the slimy boysperms had oozed into it. Then, oh mannnnn, then....he pulled the new rubber over his prick and wacked offwith his entire cock coated with JW's spooge! Kinky mannnn....with a capital KUM!
Brighton recognized Chuck's whine when he blows, almost always crying out, "Soooooooogoooooood!" after he cummed. Mannn, Brighton had sure heard his big brother enough times. The first times he heard noises from his bed, and creeped over to the sounds and found it coming from the vent, he must have been ten. Many a night after that he'd crouch or kneel at the vent to listen for his brother. As he got more sophisticated and got to wacking his own meat, he elected to set up his sleeping bag and pillow to 'join' in on the action while he listened to Chuck's 'jackin' music.'
Now it was all quiet inside Chuck's room. I wonder if Chuck heard anything familiar from his side of the vent a few minutes after he blowed off....."Sooooooooooogooooooood!" and Bry just holds on to his spent cock, nuzzling the pillow with his cheek.
Both boys' rooms were quiet.
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