Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 22:26:09 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Rules: South Pacific 4

Road Rules is owned by MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. Not me. This whole
thing is just a really slutty fantasy of mine and I am in NO WAY trying to
suggest these men are involved in these sexual situations. Remember it's a
fantasy, and remember that in life, safe sex should always be a reality for
you.

This chapter will involve taking a few liberties on the Road Rules concept.
I know it's absurd, so please don't e-mail me saying it's absurd. The first
half of this is slow but the second half is much better, I promise <g>. I
love getting your feedback, good or bad, and that's what keeps me going.
Send more, so I'll know what you want to see.


"No girls allowed," Chris said. While that may have inspired thoughts of the
women being forced to hide in seclusion, the ladies were really going to
their own separate mission.

"No BOYS allowed!" Mary Beth cackled. "Maybe we'll win a mission now, right
ladies?"

Much good-natured ribbing between the girls and boys ensued, although Dave
was once again plunged into silence. As the two men walked to the rented car
supplied to them specially for this mission (the girls got the RV), Chris
threw his arm around the slumped shoulders of his teammate.

"Oh, time for the touchy-feeling portion of the day." Dave could barely work
up a smile.

"Nah, dude, if I'm touchin' and feelin' you'd know about it! I'm just
upholding my rep as a sensitive 90's man."

"The 90's are over."

"Shit, nobody told me!!!"

The attempt to lighten Dave up was clumsy, but it worked. His arched back
relaxed, the smile on his face was no longer quite so pained, and he
playfully punched his friend in the arm as they got into the car. Still, the
man who normally went out of his way to be pleasant was remarkably silent
during the ride to the mission. Chris was busy looking at road signs and not
hitting anything, but finally he stole a glance at Dave, who had done
nothing for the entire drive but stare, unblinking, at the windshield.

"You think Abe's gonna be the guest."

Dave nodded.

"How do you feel about that?"

Chris cringed at the therapist tone in his voice, but Dave needed the
opportunity to vent to a neutral party, and took it.

"Abe's a good kid. Not a hick, or racist, just vulnerable. Nobody was
willing to give him a chance. Not really. I tried to get to know him, but I
couldn't help him.  He shouldn't have gone off on Donnell, but I keep
thinking we could've done something, if we'd just seen the signs. I was
there with them, right fucking there, but I couldn't stop him. Maybe if he
hadn't been around Don...some people don't mix well."

"Donnell is gone now."

"I know..."

With the last few syllables trailing off into a sigh, Dave returned to his
contemplative gazing.

Chris wondered if this melodrama was all for nothing, if they were just
going to have a new guy show up at their RV, the way he had. He'd come on
this show to test himself and have some fun, not drown in turmoil. That's
what he was going to do, have fun.

Filing that away in his mental wordpad, Chris flipped the radio stations for
the rest of their short drive. Traffic became heavy about halfway through,
and with good reason -- the mission site was the sidewalk of a busy
intersection!

A crew member tapped on the window, directing the two cast members to exit
the vehicle. A bit dazed, they watched him drive off in their car. Before
they could collect their senses, two strong hands squeezed their shoulders.
When they spun around, their guest wasn't sure if their reaction would be a
hug or a sucker punch.

He grinned, bashfully, hoping his Southern charm and good looks could soothe
the sore nerves. Dave and Chris meanwhile were both disappointed and
confused at the identity of the new arrival.

"You're not Abram?" Dave stammered.

"You're not the new guy?" Chris queried.

"No, I'm not Abram, or Jefferson, or Washington. Not even Clinton. And no
sir, I'm not the new guy, although someone shoot me if I'm ever called the
old guy. I'm Shane. Shane Landrum! The raging queen of Road Rules: Campus
Crawl!"

Equipped with a baby face and a man's toned, teasing body, Shane had been
the main source of drama in his season. He'd been a partier, a whiner, a
horrible driver, even a stripper. The one thing he'd never been was boring.

Chris scratched his chin, lolling his head to the side, while Dave jumped up
and down a few times, looking past Shane to inspect the other men and women
walking past them.

"Have they cancelled us for another Battle of the Seasons? Where's Puck?
Melissa? Colin? Emily?"

Shane rolled his eyes theatrically.

"Oh God, I think everyone had enough of them the last time around! It's just
little ol' me, sorry. Since you've lost another guy, the producers decided
it might be fun to bring back some former cast members to visit for a few
days. You know, the old and the new meet. I'm here as your mission mayor,
but you don't have to accept this mission. I've heard - boy I've heard -
about how much drama your RV has had, and the producers told me they wanted
to come up with a fun mission with no real stakes. If you do this, you win
$2,500, to combine with the $2,500 the girls are making right now. If you
don't do this, you don't get any money, but you don't face any serious
consequences."

"Except Mary Beth kicking me in the head for pissing away 2,500 bucks," Dave
chuckled.

"What is the mission? Something involving nudity, right?"

Although he tried to be impartial, a Cheshire Cat grin enveloped Shane's
face in a way which made the two men shake in their sneakers.

"You're going to stand right here, and every 5 minutes, I'll remove an
article of your clothing. If you ask me to stop, I will, but you don't get
the money. You get the money if you get naked, with all these people
watching you. Now I won't be getting naked, unless you really want me to."

Chris and Dave shared a meaningful glance. Dave had already gyrated and been
groped while wearing only a thong. Chris had more to lose, but the cheap
exhibitionism of this idea didn't repulse him. All these people watching him
unpeeled layer by layer, seeing his cut, impressive body. Dave shrugged,
telling Chris it was up to him.

As Chris stared at Shane, their smoky eyes seemed to connect on some primal
level.

"Let's do it."

Shane clapped his hands together, trying not to do a cartwheel at the
prospect of stripping such hot studs. First, he removed their socks and
shoes, tracing a finger along their soles, taking time to notice that Chris
even had sexy feet. This didn't exactly cause commotion, but more people
took notice when Shane began to pull off their shirts. Dave offered no
resistance, not even when Shane lightly carressed his arms to pull them over
his head and "accidentally" thrust his half-hard jeans bulge into Dave's
shapely rump. By the time Shane got to Chris, his arms were already lifted,
but Shane still enjoyed feeling the tight six-pack, knowing Chris was
squirming a bit at the softness of his fingers. Shane knew Chris was
enjoying this, but getting a reaction out of him would be tricky. As a test,
he inauspiciously ran his nails along the hunk's pointy, highly sensitive
tits, the kind Shane loved to suckle and tear his teeth into. Chris matched
Shane's tactic with an impassive, unbelievably sexy half-sneer.

Passerby were definitely taking notice when Shane sank to his knees to
unbuckle Dave's baggy jeans. Shane resisted the temptation to lick his lips
as he slid the denim off Dave's trim, mostly smooth legs. Dave had a dreamy,
lost, yet boyish quality about him that intrigued Shane, although not as
much as Chris turned him on. Dave also had no problem laughing this off, in
strange contrast to his demeanor at the start of their meeting. Shane patted
the inside of his thighs and then squeezed, not too hard, not too soft, as
he walked away. He couldn't wait to see what was under those boxers.

There was no mystery behind what Chris was packing. His boner was barely
concealed through tight grey boxer briefs. It took every ounce of
self-control Shane had to stop from sucking and slobbering on that fat head
right through the fabric. Chris' legs were beefy and surprisingly smooth.
When he looked up at Chris, and boyishly grinned his approval of the major
tool the stud was packing, Chris met him with a lewd wink. If not for the
load he'd jerked off an hour earlier, Shane would have come in his pants
right then.

By this time a few people were standing around, out of curiosity or
horniness. An old lady, a few young women, some construction workers making
catcalls, and a few queeny young men. One man in a business suit began
ranting about exploitation. Shane jumped in front of the two near-naked
studs, his arms in front of his waist, ready and waiting to talk this whiner
down.

"Listen, sir, these men are perfectly willing to be exploited. That's what
TV is all about. See the cameras? If you don't have anything more original
to say, then either strip down and show off that hot ass I see you're
hiding, or go about your business."

To a round of applause, the man stormed off. Shane continued his job, the
dream moment. First came Dave's boxers. Dave had a very pretty penis,
perfectly proportioned to his body, easily slid into an experienced mouth.
His nuts sagged low and were adorned with a faint coat of dark curls.

"Turn around...if you don't mind."

Dave laughed along and let the crowd see his sweet, jiggly bubbly butt.
Shane bet it tasted like candy. The crowd applauded the boyish and charming
young man.

Chris continued to play standoffish, but thrust his hips out slightly as
Shane nervously fumbled with his waistband. To Shane, there was something so
damned godlike about Chris, like a 50's movie hunk. Chris' impressive girth
slapped against Shane's cheek as he pulled down the boxer briefs. Unable to
control himself thanks to the participation of the crowd and the skilled
hands tormenting his body, Chris was half-hard, his pre-jizz oozing down
Shane's cheek. The crowd gasped while Shane could only stare in awe, his
mouth half-open.

"Don't you have anything better to do with that mouth, Shane?"

Shane blushed beet red, and he wasn't a man who was easily embarrassed.
Unable to think of a witty comeback while drooling inches away from that
boner, Shane motioned for him to turn around.

Shane slapped his ass, noting that the tight flesh did not move even
slightly with the light smack. This boy's body was flawless. Shane then
slapped Dave's ass, which jiggled in response. Shane liked soft asses and
bounce-a-quarter-asses, so he was thrilled either way. Most of all he just
liked beautiful nude men.

Dave and Chris couldn't look each other in the eye, not in such a public
moment. But Dave did glance at Chris' massive meat briefly, and the hazy
memories of that cock stuffed up his drunken hole was enough to send him
into near-stiffness as well.

Seeing this new development, Shane pondered the relationship between these
two men. He also realized taping needed to end.

"OK...this isn't a gay porn movie, and I won't be shocked if the cops are on
their way! Party over! Congratulations boys, you win $2,500 dollars for your
team!! I guess you aren't going to hug, right?"

Dave and Chris snorted and stepped back into their clothes before heading
back to the car. The crowd gave them a final dose of screams and whoops.
Shane hopped in the backseat.

"I'm going to tour the RV with you guys, if ya'll don't mind."

"No problem," they blurted in unison.

As they drove back, the men chatted amiably over old and new seasons. Chris'
hard-on wouldn't go down. Trapped in a confined space with one man he'd
plowed and another man he desperately wanted to plow, his jeans were about
to burst.

"Pull off at this gas station, I'm about to piss my pants."

Chris practically stormed out of the car and into the grungy bathroom
outside of the station. After a few seconds, Shane decided to join him,
leaving Dave alone in the car, wondering how to deal with these types of
awkward situations.

Shane flung the broken-locked door open, catching Chris hunched against the
toilet, pants and briefs around his knees, beating his meat furiously.

"I knew it." Shane smirked. "Pull down my pants, please."

"I-I..."

"Do it!"

Chris stumbled but did as he was told. Quickly, Shane was naked from the
waist down, his plump 8 inches smacking against his shirt. He braced himself
on the sink, sliding a heavy dose of hand soap between his creamy,
bubblelicious cheeks. Now Chris gasped.

"Dude...that's the hottest ass I've ever seen."

"Thank you. Now fuck me. Fuck my ass with that big straight-boy dick!"

Chris fought back the urge to laugh. Why had he been so surprised? Shane was
obviously a bottom boy, and probably a good one at that. Might as well give
the boy what he wants. Coating his leaking, quivering length in soap, he
eased inside the hungry asshole. He knew he couldn't last long, but Shane
was an expert at ass muscles, clenching and unclenching at just the right
moments. Shane's flesh pipe crammed against the sink, coating him and the
porcelain surface in cream. As they studied their sweating, cursing, rasping
reflections, Shane pulled Chris in for a bruising kiss. Chris coated Shane's
insides with juices while Shane lost his own load.

Exhausted, recovering from the spent adrenaline, Shane gently eased Chris
out of his rectum. He turned around and not especially caring whether his
new fuck partner objected or not, fed his sticky, warm semen to Chris. Chris
didn't object, didn't have the energy to, and could only moan his approval
when Shane bit and licked at the cleft in his chin.

The moment had to end, but the two men felt closer now. So close that Chris
did not jump through the roof when he heard Shane's next question.

"How long have you and Dave been lovers, and how do I get a piece of that
ass?"

--

Would you like to see a Dave/Shane/Chris threeway? Anything you want them to
do to each other? Who do you want to arrive when Shane leaves? If you have a
favorite from Real World, Road Rules, or any other reality TV show, even
somebody from another TV show or a film actor, whatever, e-mail me and tell
me and I'll see if I can work him in. I want to involve who you want to see
(including Abe, eventually).

E-me at Reardon_930@hotmail.com