Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 09:24:00 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Travel Game.  Chapter 4

     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 4.


  "Brighton, boy....fuck me boy. Gimmee this pretty dick where I need
it....ohhh gimmeee boy."
   As Brighton moved down, he smacked Rob a belly shot and said, "You got it
man...you got IT!"
   All this scrambling around had the SUV rockin'. Bry got into position and
raised 'turtle's' legs up as he foisted his meaty cock up to Rob's smiling
manpussy. The naked young teen sank his heat seeker right through Rob, who
groaned so loudly, it surprised them both. Surely, it was brought on by Rob's new
need, plus the natural shock of Brighton's re-entry. Rob yiped once more when he
felt the steady cock-slide rubbing across his inner hot spot.
   "TELL ME YOU FUCKIN' SLUT! BEG ME!" Brighton screamed.
   Rob, his face tear and sweat-streaked, shiny in the motel light through
the heavily tinted windows, looked pleadingly up into Brighton's dimly lit face,
and wailed, "Please Brighton....fuck yur man....FUCK YUR DADDY....BRIGHTON.
FUCK YUR DADDY!"
   Deeee-fucking-lighted, Brighton smiled him one shit-eatin' grin as Rob
ended his last plea for Bry's cock. Suddenly, Brighton's head snapped to the left
when he heard a gasp in stereo.
   Maybe both scared...surprised, as well as shocked that someone else had
gotten in the truck and caught Brighton in mid-fuck....he heart stabbed...but
then a big smile broke over his face. Hanging there over the forward seatback
were two faces
....two boy faces....RJ and Dylan....in shock! They had just heard their
father beg Brighton to "FUCK YUR DADDY!"

The Travel Game.  Chapter 4.

   Brighton's alarm was diminished on seeing the kids' faces all wide-eyed,
and maybe scared....but definitely, confused.

   Knowing he held command of the scene, the devilish cutey's tongue stuck
from the corner of his mouth, like kids do, as he smiled broadly in full rut, at
his two young students. He turned briefly back to the ass-fuck at hand, and
pulled almost all the way back out of Rob, only to ram to the man's core again,
eliciting, a piercing yelp and the kids jumped....their hearts in their
mouth. If they really knew whut was a head-bangin' fuckin', they were seein' their
first one up close and personal....and their daddy was center stage. They came
back to the here and now when Rob let out a long guttural groan as Brighton's
power pummel  brought the bellyup boy's daddy to another level of fuck joy.

   The kids' saucer-wide eyes couldn't seem to close...maybe scared they'd
miss something, yet afraid maybe they would see too much. Brighton got that
kiddy boy smile of his on that scrunches up his freckled nose and squints his eyes
all up, that the boys could barely see in the darkened rear seat of the
SUV....but it was just enough to keep them from being truly scared at the shock
they'd gotten seeing their father on his back getting his brains fucked
out.....and squealing like a wounded animal.

   Brighton was in full ram-rhythm, a feeling so very good coursing through
the young dude from his cock, through his inner thighs, to his toes.....shivers
tightened the skins all over his humping, butt flexing body giving renewed
drive and force to an already near out of control butt reaming.

   Out of breath and sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, Bry reached his
left hand out to the boys hanging even further now over the seatback...he
tousled  the hair on both there heads, and then grasped some fingers of each
boy's hand. They in turn gripped his hand tightly...like they were holding on for
dear life, as they watched Brighton ride their daddy like a fuckin' bronco
buster...up and back and up and back, and they could just see the glint of man
juice sparkling in the motel lights on Brighton's massive boy tool every time he
pulled all the way out continuing his unrelenting long-cockin' of this man
who took him in that afternoon, got him fed....washed....and now was sharing his
asshole with him.....and begging to give him more, "Ohhh please....uh, please
baby....fuck yur man....fuck meeeee, babeeeee!!!"

   "Ohhhhhhhhhh, huhewlllahhh!" Brighton cried out as he butt-pumped 4-5
times in short, hard strokes, and then just flopped his head back, facing the
truck's headliner for what seemed like hours to the fucked man's sons watching
intently...never moving...deathly quiet...not even wanting to look at each other.
They were transfixed on Brighton...their first manfuck...seeing a boy's cock
up their dad's shitter...not really knowing what they were seeing...yet
knowing it all at the same time. Dylan's finger seemed to move in slo-motion to his
dad's nearest foot....and his small fingers wrapped around two curled toes.
The man quivered and shook of the sensations emanating from Brighton's prick
constantly rubbing over his joy buzzer deep inside him.

   Ohh, he shivered again...his whole body tensing and curling up tighter
again....Brighton's cock was fully steeled again, and they were goin' on another
fuckin' ride! Brighton's grin was to behold....his mouth wide open in his big
smile....blowed an air kiss to Rob ruttin' below him....starting to slide his
hole up and back over Brighton who stayed motionless except for flex-bobbing
his pud deep inside Rob. "Gimmme...gimme it fuckboy....gimme cock...more
cock....neeed.....cock ....oh, boycock....fuck me....ohhhhh fuckkkkkk meeeeeee, uh,
unggh."
   Brighton folded his hands up behind his head with his elbows out, and
twisted his upper body 'round left and right like a calisthenics workout, smiling
cheerily at the rutting man's boys....still seemingly pasted to their spot on
the seatback.

   Brighton took Dylan's wrist and pulled, head motioning for the boy to come
over the seat to him. Dylan was trembling...Brighton could feel the tremors
as he hoisted the boy onto his back and pulled the kid's arms around his neck,
turned his head and rubbed his cheek against Dylan's. Reaching behind with
both hands, he pulled the kid's boxers down to his ankles from where they
eventually slipped off onto the seat. Finally, he got a tiny weak smile from Dylan
while he lay fast, dick-rubbing against Brighton's naked back....their beading
body sweat mingling and pasting them together.

   Now Brighton was reaching for RJ, who also climbed over the seatback and
stood on the floor right against his buttfuckin' daddy. Brighton pushed RJ's
boxers down and he stepped out of them. Then he maneuvered RJ to squat,
straddling his dad's head from behind, guiding the father's hand to the boy's dick. As
the man held his son's hardening young dick....absently....he started to jack
him....

   Brighton, as he started the new round of manfuckin', pulled RJ's cock
wrapped by his father's hand and pulled down. The boy came out of his squat and
kneeled forward so his steeled prick could slide right into his daddy's mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
RJ moaned. The boys balls were squooshing over his daddy's eyes and nose. His
daddy was suckin' him off....

   Brighton was in near frenzy now...the scene he'd just set up had him in a
boysex odyssey....the dad riding over Bry's cock all by himself, one son
getting blowed, the other son watching, hanging from Bry's back....he wanted to
give Dylan the feel of a good fuckin' by riding with him as he really threw it to
the boy's dad one more time!

   Brighton's knees splayed out, his feet wrinkled and his toes curled as he
pulled them up under his naked sphinctering boyass, while scooching his pubes
tight to Rob's oozing butthole. He pumped hard into Rob now and Dylan was
bouncing on Bry's back as the young buttfucker reach flashover once again. "Take
it you fuckin' faggot. Fuck you....fuck you....FUCKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Brighton screamed as he ramrodded that manpussy over and over relentlessly,
shooting yet another more than likely meager load of spooge. This boy had fucked and
shot his spunk so many times that day...where he found it to throw another
fuck he didn't know.... or care ...and as his aftercum spasms shivered him all
over he leaned his head back against Dylan's while he came down.

   He heard panting in his ear and looked back. There was Dylan gasping from
the shock of all the play and the part he played riding Brighton through the
entire fuck of his daddy....drool from the boy's mouth streamed down Bry's
shoulder. Brighton gave him a lip peck on his nose.

   He slithered backward and his mighty 7 inch boy truncheon spoozed out of
Rob's cum-draining, winking, puckering asshole. Rob's ass was still rutting
toward the exiting boyprick. Brighton took RJ's hands and pulled him to him, and
turned him round. Rob's tongue missed the boy's dick as it fell from his lips.
It searched for it...darting up...darting around....but that boy cock was
being readied for some big time daddy fuckin' now. Bry squat-kneeled the boy to
his dad's pucker, and from behind like you do when a dad ties his son's first
tie for him, he fed the young dude's cock to his daddy's cum-slopped toolbox.

   "Ahhhhccchh!" RJ screamed with first feel of pussyheat gloving his
boycock. The man's cunt closed him in and actually scared him at first...it was
vice-like....like he lost it to a mystery vacuum hose of searing heat and syrup.
Now Brighton eased a spittied up finger into RJ's butthole and in and out and in
and out and RJ started fuckin' his daddy...and his daddy started to ride cock
once more....he looked up and as his son broke into a rousing, ranting
buttfucking, he saw the boy's face, but couldn't really see it at all....as he
groaned, "Ohhhh, please ohh, please, fuck me more....fuck me......I
nev-uh...mmmm...nevah thought-um I like uh...it....but omigod...omigod, I love it so
badddddddd!!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

   RJ could believe what he heard. Couldn't believe what he felt. But....he
had to have it....and fuckin' have it....and have his daddy he did! He fucked
his daddy's brains out.

   Brighton continued to choreograph....putting Dylan on his dad's groin with
his back against his hump-fucking brother. Between the mouth suckin' warmup,
and the new, first time virgin fuck for RJ, Bry knew it wouldn't be
long....and it wasn't. With a warbling wail, RJ yelped and cried as he came the biggest
shootoff of his short pubey years.
"Uh..Uh...Uhhhhhhh.....sogooo....soooogooood...oh...oh...ohgod....uhhhh!"
   RJ's spasms kept jolting him against Dylan's back and into his daddy's
cum-sopped fuckhole....and then he slumped his face onto Dylan's damp shoulder.

   Brighton was about finding his boxers, cargoes, and his Laker jersey. He
checked the pockets to make sure he had all his money from his earlier round at
the rest stop and the $200 from Rob. Content with the feel of the soft paper,
he moved it to a deep hidden pocket, and thought about taking the 'loaner'
sneakers he had gotten from RJ....shrugged and dropped them....he just liked
being barefoot.

   As he looked back over his shoulder, the two brothers were heaving still
from the fuck RJ threw to his dad.

   Brighton's final gesture was to ease RJ out and lay him back against the
opposite door. He realized the kid needed cleaning off, and fingered Dylan's
mouth open, feeding his cummy, daddybutt-juiced cock into the kid's mouth. The
boy just sighed and his tongue swabbed right over RJ's dick with a talent he'd
only learned such a few short hours ago.
    Pleased with boy's work, Bry moved Dylan into the manfuck squat against
his daddy. As he fed the boy's little dick into his daddy, Brighton again did a
round of finger-fucking to get Dylan 'in the mood.' He just wasn't getting
into it, and Brighton was straining to hold the boy's dick into the man's hole
and finger fuck him at the same time....and then Rob's arms reached forward to
grasp at the boy's hips and absently pull the young fucker to him. Dylan went
rockhard instantly. A few more finger pumps, and Dylan was ruttin' like the
horny young buck he was. "Fuck him, boy....fuck him!" Brighton coached in a
hoarse whisper as he quietly opened the door, slipped out, and pushed the door
closed.....'Click.'

   It was late but not near midnight yet, and the lights of the main road
drew Brighton up the street to an all night diner. He patted the inner pocket for
his stash, and continued on.

   "Hey you boy," a deep voice boomed as Brighton scuffed up toward an 18
wheeler in front of him.

   "Hey," Bry said with a friendly waveoff above his forehead.

   "Little late fer a young dude to be out, ain't it?"

   "Not really...I make it on my own pretty much...and I do ok," Bry answered
mysteriously. "You ridin' tuhnight?"
   "Yeh, I am," the big dude said, rubbing a day's growth on his chin. He was
about 6 feet, maybe 190...jeans, shooter's navy tee, slender, sinewy muscled
arms, tan workboots...dark brush cut, dark eyes. "Name's, Jeff," he offered
his hand. "Brighton"....Bry shook it and they held a little long till they
released with Brighton giving a firm responding grip.

   "Ummmhmm, you....uh....gotta get home? I might could give you a ride?"
Jeff offered as he moved to hoist himself to the running board, opening the door.

   Brighton said, "Nah, I just sorta, like, hitch rides and stuff around the
area to meet folks and fun."

   Jeff stopped and turned back hanging on the open door...."Hitching rides?
In the middle of the night? For whut?"
   "Well....fer funs....and tuh seek my 'fortune,'" Brighton smiled up at him
in his kiddy-boy, scrunchy faced grin.

   Jeff got it. Holding out that big hand, he said, "C'mon...let's ride,
then."
   Brighton smiled wide and was in the air, bare feet kick-pedalin' as Jeff
pulled him past him and deposited him on the seat. Brighton scooched over to
the passenger side and soon Jeff had the big rig in gear and pulling into the
street...in search of a return to the highway.

   As they picked up speed, Brighton actually glazed over as he stared out
into the street-lit neighborhood passing by his window. He felt it was cool to
be up this high...like seeing the world he'd always known from a whole 'nother
place. Then he smiled as he drifted back to the SUV in the motel parking
lot.....

   Dylan's daddy helped the boy get his funs....it wasn't clear if his dad
had any idea who was fuckin' him, but he sure wanted it..."Gimme boy...fuck yer
daddy boy....give it to me hard boy!" he yelled, as his hands tightened on
Dylan's butt cheeks and pushed and pulled him back and forth, as he went over the
edge, and dry-pumped into his daddy. The shocks and shivers electrified
Dylan. He 'cummed' earlier that day, but he never had his prick gloved so tightly
and smoothly by anything like this...
a hot, moist daddy hole! After his body jerked up one last time, he slumped
forward and lay into his dad's shoulder where Rob licked the boy's ear and
kissed it.

   RJ had risen to the occasion once more and crawled up next to his dad and
brother and was kneeling on the floor. When his father pulled his head away
from Dylan's, he saw his older son. He reached for him and the boy took his hand
and was guided up behind Dylan. Pulling Dylan lengthwise alongside him on the
seat, he pulled RJ back into his balls while rubbing the boy's dick. RJ
waited on his dad. Jacking RJ's prick, Rob said, "Go boy...stick it up....give
daddy.....givvvvvvvvve daddeeeeee!"

   Both their hands worked RJ's peter up his dad's chute and soon they were
rockin'  and rammin' and blubbering to each other, "Ohhhh, so gooooood,
daddy.....fuckin' daddy....I fuckin, daddy!"

   "Oh yes you are, baby....goood fuckin'...my boy...fuck...fuckin'," Rob
cried as he humped back into his rut-fuckin' boyman. They humped on as the night
wore on into the wee hours of the morning.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Rob wailed as his cumshot spurted onto his lower
chest, belly and pubes.
   "Ahhhhhhhhmmmm," moaned RJ as his body pulsed and spasmed from his own
boyshoot. Rob's pulsing sphincter squeezed RJ's boydick over and over and had
sent the young fucker into flashover. RJ jerked around between his dad's
throbbing thighs as his cum ebbed him to quiet, and he just hung his head above Rob,
staring with sweaty blurry eyes in the close confines of their newly initiated
fuckmobile.

   Unnoticed, Dylan was sliding his face down along his dad's belly, and when
Rob felt the boy's tongue lapping his jam up, he smiled, drawing RJ's eyes
and they both looked at each other....it seemed that they both knew Dylan was a
fuckin' cum vampire. As Dylan sucked up the last of daddy's seed...the very
same version that made him....RJ pulled out of his dad and fed his soppy,
butt-slimed, cummy prick over the young cockhound's tongue.

   RJ, Dylan and their dad had formed the tightest of bonds this night.  How
often would their minds roll back to the scenes played out at this
non-descript motel, and in this SUV none of them would forget. Every time they would get
in that truck their mind's eyes would relive the smells they were soaking in
right now....of boy...of man....of boysex.
   Their lives had changed forever....they would never forget Brighton.

   Brighton snapped out of his daze when Jeff said, "I guess you don't plan
on a long ride, but I'll be pulling into Baltimore in about an hour....I kin
line you up with some other good buds'a mine at the truck stop barracks to run
you back, if you'd like that," Jeff said.

   "Hey...yeh...that's cool...I'd really 'preciate that."

   "Good," said Jeff. "So, ummm....how do 'seek your 'fortune?'"

   Brighton was pensive for a moment....still sizing up this new dude, who he
really...really wanted to trust....but he was so much bigger than anyone he'd
ever been with.....would it be ok?  would it be safe?

   Then, shrugging to himself...seemingly satisfied with his re-inspection,
he spouted his routine line, "$10 you, $20 me."

   Jeff smiled and reached above the visor and pulled a twenty down, handing
it to Brighton without a word, never taking his eyes from the road. Brighton
held up the bill to the oncoming headlights, smiled, folded and stuffed it down
his pants.... shucked them with his jersey, and lay across the seat on his
belly in just his boxers on the cool leather seat. His knees bent his feet up
and his toes spread against the passenger side window....Jeff looked down....his
cock pulsed in his shorts....Brighton opened his jeans......

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