Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 09:23:19 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: Note Just Another Hickhiker Story, Part Two by Jay Roberts Not Just Another Hitchhiker Story, Part Two by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/Youth I suddenly got the idea of calling room service while they were getting washed up. By the time they finished and I got in there, the food would be here...maybe...room service takes twice as long as you would expect. I could hear youthful laughing and shouting from the bathroom. I hoped it would still function for me. There voices now belied the thin veneer of being midterm adolescents. I had learned that Jeff was 15 although he carried himself like a twenty year old. Mo was 13 and looked it except for his unexpected hairiness. I ordered three deluxe hamburger plates, chocolate cake and a coke for me and two milks for the kiddies. They needed something healthy. The bathroom door flew open and the two tumbled out laughing hysterically. No being in on the joke I just sat glumly. I eyed their inexpertly dried bodies now gleaming. They were sleek like wet seals, their flat chests and tiny nipples contrasting with old guy's breasts. "I'm popping into the shower. I ordered food. It should be here later by the time I finish." I found the bathroom a mess. You put kids in a bathroom and It gets to the contemned state. I picked up the little used bottles of shampoo and other stuff like wet towels and even took off the toilet paper decorations around the light fixture. I said, "Kids!" in the same disgusted voice that grownups use but then I softened and smiled. I finished my shower pretty quickly and wrapped the last remaining towel around my waist and returned to the room where I found the two kids stuffing their faces with the food I ordered. Jeff smiled at me. His mouth was stuffed but he managed in his deep voice to say: "I signed for it and added a twenty percent tip. The bell hop was cute but I didn't start up with him. I saving myself for you, just you," he ended singing it. Mo said, "Thank you Mister Greg for the food. I was really hungry and I love milk." Jeff guffawed, "He's just a baby. I told him that I have all the milk he needs for a strong healthy body." What a card that Jeff was once you feed him. I joined them and we three finished up fast. There was a sense that this was not the big event of the evening. Now came the silly time. Jeff somehow reverted to an earlier age as he pranced around shaking his pert ass at me and pinching Mo's tiny ass cheeks. "See Greg, he has fine hair in his ass crack. Arabs are sexy, you think?" I nodded and checked my watch. "It's getting past nine. I'm a little sleepy. You guys?" I looked over to the couch. "We can do this by age. Jeff and I could take the beds and Mo the queen sized fold out bed. Okay?" Jeff put his arm around Mo. "You like? I'll help you set it up. You like the name queen size?" Mo was not happy with the whole discussion. "Fuck the couch. These beds are big, maybe king size. Jeff and I can take one. I'm skinny and won't take up too much room." "You need a bed for yourself if you get a hardon at night." Turning to me he said, "The kid has a cobra in his pants. It's bigger than either yours or mine." I slipped into bed. I realized that all the driving and then dealing with these kids had worn me out. They are so energetic they made me feel old in comparison. And getting them to do what I asked was like trying to pack an inflated balloon into a grocery bag. As that happy before sleep feeling rolled over me I stopped the decent as I heard sounds from the next bed. They were kind of purring sounds. Although the light was off, there was enough light from the transom over the door to made out Mo snuggling into Jeff's back and expressing his enjoyment. I saw Jeff reach a hand back and pat the younger kid on the shoulder with uncle like affection. Fuck, they were as cute as a basket of kittens. I tried to slip back into that pre sleep mode but I heard more sounds from the other bed. I looked over again and now they were facing each other and kissing. Now that was not what I expected. Here you have these two wild kids who preyed on gay motorists for cash. I never thought they were gay themselves. From now on I will always suspect street kids who get slipped money for accepting a blow job. Who knew? Now there was more movement. Mo had reversed himself and slipped under the covers and pushed his groin into Jeff's face. Jeff stared at the elongating snake before his eyes. In the dim light I could see the slim eight inch lemon/tan colored swagger stick bobbing in front of his face. Then Jeff's eyes closed and his face took on that look of sexual trance as Mo began to noisily slurp Jeff's thick big headed cock. Jeff likely hadn't done it much before. He was the predator in sex situations but he was overcome with sensations produced by the Arab gamin and took the kids prick in his hand, stared ai it a moment and then dove in, encircling it with his thick tongue. At that, the bedf sheet covering Mo was thrown back and the kid watched the older boy sucking him wildly. "Go Jeff, go. I am almost cuming already." Jeff spoke out of one free side of his mouth. "Hold on. Let me catch up." Mo apartently got the message and returned to his sucking duties. In a moment they were high with passion, grunting and moaning away. A moment later Jeff cried out. "You fucker. I'm cuming," Mo nodded and kept sucking and I could see the Adam's apple on his thin neck bobbing as he swallowed Jeff's spunk. Then the kid's body became rigid as he began spewing into Jeff's craw. They must have had a lot because they heaved and grunted and groaned for more than a minute. Then with a gasp they rolled aside on their backs and laughed softly. "You're a hot babe," Jeff finally rasped. "You think so, ugly man." They reached over to hug each other and when Mo was facing in my direction he said loudly, "Look poor Greg, he's hard and no where to go." Jeff also looked over at me. "Help is on the way." End Part Two