Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 21:54:10 -0700 From: Rob M Boughton Subject: Adventures of Tray and Jay 55 "Adventures of Tray and Jay 55" PART 55: BIKER BRO HI, EVERYONE! I'VE BEEN MOVING AROUND AND WORKING ON CERTAIN LITERARY ENDEAVORS, BUT I'M STILL HERE. PLEASE NOTE MY NEW EMAIL ADDRESS. IT'S PROBABLY GOING TO STICK AS I FINALLY GOT THE BROADBAND I WANTED. ENJOY. I was actually thinking nothing could shock me any more, see, when it happened. I mean I'd just come from an exhibit of fecal art, okay, which I went to out of curiosity and not because I'm an art student or anything, but shit! No joke! Anyway, that's when I heard the rev of a motorcycle, vroom-vroom-vroom, like that, so naturally I crane my head to take a peek at the rider, and I see him sitting there by the curb, helmet in one hand while his other yanks the throttle, and his normally unruly brown hair is all messed up from being cramped under the helmet, see... And ohmygod, it's my kid bro! What the hell is Jay boy doing on a Kawasaki 500? And who taught him to ride the sucker? What happened to Cruz the Jeep? All this stuff and more raced through my blown mind before I could make my vocal cords work. "What the hell?" Jay's head jerked back and his face blew up in that total pleasure thing he does, and he laughed like the little maniac I've long known he is, see, trust me, my bro's a lunatic in Boy Scout's skin. I stood there a minute longer gaping, then snapped and shook my head and staggered over to the bike. Jay had put the helmet between his legs and squeezed it in place with his sexy thighs so both of his strong hands could stroke the hard lines and curves of his new baby. I was suddenly, irrationally jealous, see. Oh, yeah. That's the word. I didn't want anything else to hold his hot, fiery gaze like that damn hunk of metal did just then. Damn, that's lame, I know, but hey, I'm a fag, and I'm Jay's big bro, and I wanted him to touch me that way. He laughed again, reading my thoughts, and cocked his head, and called out to me, "Come on, Tray, jump on!" My cock took a shot of blood at the mere thought of riding behind my younger brother and having an excuse to hold onto him in public! I straddled the bike and grabbed Jay's hips firmly with my long fingers and squeezed, my legs hugging his in automatic punctuation. "Grab the spare helmet, Tray, and old on!" the little devil said as he put his own helmet back on. He laughed again, totally mischievous like I can't stand, because it gives me a boner every time the way it did then, and when I had my helmet on he took off fast. I had to reach all the way around to his belt buckle, which I gripped with my right hand while my left went flat over his tight, flexed belly. My dick was all the way gone and leaking like nuts over my Tommys and my smooth thigh. It felt so good I had to close my eyes a few seconds. I sort of lost control, let me be the first to admit it, and blindly reached straight for where I knew that kid's bad boy would be, and my memory is fine, thank you. Well, I'm here to say, even Jay's Speedos don't do a whole hell of a lot to control one of his flaming hard-ons, and the tent I blundered upon in the crotch of his worn, button-fly jeans was overheated and wet. I only made it worse, to be honest. But my eyes were open again, and I saw Jay's head tilted back a little as the wind carried his groans back to me. I was totally fuzzy in the head and warm all over despite the brisk wind, and I scooted up tighter and closed my legs into his and worked his metal pant buttons open with my nimble fingers. Jay's legs struggled to go wider while mine fought to go closer, but we both dug it beyond words. When my nasty fag hand got in my little bro's pants and under the elastic of his Speedos, Jay spazzed and leaned back into me and grunted real loud, see. Real loud. I took Jay's cock in my slicked up fist and played cruelly with the flared head, then up and down his huge shaft with due attention to his sweaty balls, until finally I had no choice but to pop the fucker out of his jeans completely so I could masturbate the boy properly. Hell, you know Jay did nothing to stop me. "Yeah, bro, yeah, jack me, Tray! Jack me off!" If that's a NO then I don't speak English. So I fisted my kid brother as he took us down the road on his new used motorcycle! Traffic was light so who knew? Let me tell you something you already know, okay: Jay tenses all up nice and sexy when he gets close, and that just drives me closer to the edge, too, so when the sweet kid gave all the signs that he was ready to blow I cupped my hand over his barrel and tweaked his sensitive head til he shot off. Gushes and gushes of his spunk filled my palm and leaked all over, making a mess, but who gave a fuck? As Jay went limp everywhere but what was in my hand, I let go and pulled my hand back to lick his seed off. Man, he smells so good, and the taste was sweet as can be. I got his stuff all over my face. "THANKS, TRAY!" my little bro called back to me, and I just held on tight and tucked his buddy away, even if I left his pants open. It's way harder to get the damn things closed than open, see. Well, Jay spotted an abandoned gas station and jerked his bike behind it. I figured he had to take a piss, so I sat there on the motorcycle while he lifted his leg over the seat and turned toward me, his jeans flapping open. That boy just stared at me, see, and then he got evil, and I squeezed my bone through my pants, and Jay stepped back over the bike, only facing backward toward me! He leaned close to me and planted a big nasty wet one on my lips, and thank God there's this little back thing on his bike because I'd have fallen back onto my ass if there wasn't! Jay held my head in his strong hands and smooched me good and long, then just went down on me. He had my prick out like a rabbit out of a hat, and next thing I knew his tongue was lapping me up and down that rock hard shaft, which was jumping and flowing sticky stuff all over the place. Jay was getting off tasting my salt. But, man, when that kid sucked my dick down his throat I nearly passed out! My whole body twisted in shocked pleasure, and my head went back as my mouth flew open and made these grunts and stuff. The feel of his soft, wild young man hair all pinched up in my crazy fists while I lost it and jammed his cocksucking face up and down on me, well, damn, but my brother is good, see. Totally hot. He knew what was going down, or coming up, and he moaned when he felt his mouth flood with my warning taste. "OH DAMN OH DAMN OH DAMN OH DAMN!" I choked out, flexing off all over the place and blasting my huge, thick load off into Jay's mouth. He liked it so much he impaled his head on it, taking the whole roaring monster down his throat and feeling it shake and explode deep inside him. I was breathless and sweating bad when he got done with me. He stayed down there a long time, loving my cock and making sure he didn't lose any of my cream like I had to do with his, but when I wiped the sweat off my face I smelled his dried man juice all over it and grinned and swallowed. Then Jay rose up to my face again and gave me his whole nasty mouth and let me taste myself, which is always cool. He knows how much he digs tasting his own self, see. "Come on, man," he said softly, his throat full of my slick cum still so he had to clear it and smile that boyish way of his. He turned forward on the bike, and I held on, and off he zoomed again. Shit, as soon as I saw the cheap motel up ahead I knew where that boy was headed and laughed out loud. Being what you'd call bold, Jay pulled right up to the little office and left me adjusting my bad boy as he got his wallet out and slapped it down by the slide tray in front of the bullet proof window. Oh, yeah, it was that kind of motel. All I heard of the following conversation was Jay chuckling and saying one king will do, sir, and I looked up in time to see the old woman locked in her box check me out with pursed lips and shake her head, but she slid the key to Jay under the glass, and that was all that mattered. In the room, Jay closed the door behind me, and I locked it, and before I could turn back around I heard a funny whir sound and then saw my little bro next to a coin slot before he grinned and jumped up in the air to land on his back on the big bed. I mean, what was I supposed to do then, with that beautiful kid on his back, hands behind his head and legs spread, giving me his super bad, evil boy smirk? So I kicked off my shoes and lost the socks and advanced on his cute ass, taking my time, see. I grabbed both of his ankles and reached up under his pants until I felt leg hair, then pulled his shoes and socks off. For a sexually loaded minute, I just stood there and took him in, all of him, see, his sexy bod, the pit hair sticking out from his T-shirt sleeves, the long-long stretch of his massive cock off to his hip, the steady rise and fall of his buff chest. Laying over the end of the bed at last, I crawled on my elbows up between that stud's legs and buried my face in his stuffed crotch. I breathed it in and was surprised to smell gasoline and motor oil. That was new. Wow. It made me harder, and I had to chew on the denim bulge, making my bro giggle and hold my head. I felt up his beefy thighs while I was at it, and that only made Jay spread wider and moan. Before I knew it, I was on top of the boy and our arms were around each other. Our frisky bulges ground into each other. I sniffed his neck. He nibbled my ear. Then we rolled on our sides and kissed, but not hot and heavy, just soft and sweet, savoring each other's wet lips and slick teeth and now and then perky tongues. Oh, my, but Jay tastes and smells good. He seemed to like me, too. The way Jay suddenly used his strength to get me on my back with him on top really pulled my trigger, though. His weight on top of me was awesome, and I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight to let him know I was all his, as if he didn't know. Jay leaned forward and licked my nose! Then he sucked on it, biting lightly and making me crack up from the moist ridiculousness of it, so he relented and went for my mouth instead, only with a new intensity I really dug, tongue and all. I could hardly breathe, but so what. When he gave me a shot at air, I licked his funky, tight neck and right up to his ear, which I took all the way into my mouth before shoving my tongue in it and eating the sucker out good. Jay loves that, and it had been a while since I had the pleasure, so I did it nice and thorough. "NNNGGG! NNNGGGGG!" Jay moaned, and broke free before the convulsions could get him. He kissed my chin and kept going down, opening my shirt and tasting everything he found on his trip south. He tortured my nipples and buried his face in my funky, nasty, sweaty pits, and finally slobbered up my belly button and happy trail like there was no tomorrow. He got up on his knees, and I saw this big dark stain of his sticky stuff by his hip as he stripped off his T-shirt and threw it to a wall. I struggled out of mine with that big stud on top of me, then tore open his button-fly again and grabbed the wild erection stretching out his tiny Speedos. He grunted again. I touched and worshiped his dark trail of fur and sat up more to kiss it and sniff it, and the little fucker started humping my face! He'll do that in a heartbeat, see. Jay stood up on the bed to take his jeans off, and I raced to beat him, and finally the two horny bros were naked together again, and in bed! Jay settled carefully on top of me again, but the hard, heavy press of his huge cock against mine was heaven, man. We lay there kissing and exploring each other's bodies like it was the first time, panting and grunting and thrusting our hips into each other. Plus I grabbed the cheeks of his tight Rugger ass and went wild with them. Jay put both hands on my face and looked deep in my eyes, and I knew what he was thinking. "I love you, too, bro," I whispered, and the slightest little smile lit up his face. Then his knees were spreading mine apart, and rather than argue or disappoint the boy, I did the rest for him until my knees were almost back to my ears. Jay's face flushed in excitement. My butt tingled the same way. Then my brother spat a big wad in his palm and jacked it over his long dick and needed more, so he did it again before wiping his hand clean on my rear hole! I was ready for a full rear assault, but Jay just leaned into me and didn't even have to use his hands to lead his cock to the hole. It knew the way, see! Hell, yeah! But Jay was gentler than I'd ever known him to be. He found the door, knocked once, and slowly let himself in, so sweet and easy I wanted to cry from the joy of it. I felt the head as it breached me without pain, and every inch of his manhood as it burrowed deeper into my dark mineshaft. By the way, the whole time, neither of us said a word. That was weird, too. When Jay hit bottom and drilled deeper, my eyes and mouth were wide in shock and pleasure. He took my breath away. I never knew anything could be that good and complete, and all I could do was swallow and feel my eyes roll back in my head and stroke my bro's broad, sweaty back with my shivering fingers. His sweet breath panted over my face in steady pulses that matched the progress in and out of me of his athletic rod. For a long time Jay did me slow and outrageous like that, and I lay there and took it like the total fag I am. He got sweatier and sweatier and muskier and muskier, and the slide of his cock in my chute was hotter and hotter. I mean, literally! It was burning, but good. My fingernails dug harmlessly into the kid's flesh, and he panted faster! I felt something happening to him, the way he tensed and let his cock stay buried in me longer, but I knew he wasn't ready to spray yet. Without warning, Jay slipped out of me with a cool little plop, and rolled me fast onto my stomach, and entered me fast and dirty with a long sigh. His hands slipped under my pits, one wrapping around the back of my head to hold my face down in the pillow and the other gripping my shoulder for support to help him ram it harder up my asshole! Which the stud boy did. I started whimpering and moaning and gasping in disbelief that my little brother could make me feel still better! What is it about a big, hard penis up my butt that drives me wild, especially my bro's? And how did he always make it better, every time he screwed me? Jay is the best, that's all there is to it. Well, I tried to get my knees up a little to draw Jay even further into me, and I succeeded, plus I wanted a feel of his tight, flexing ass. I reached my hands back and took what I wanted fast and rough, and heard Jay make a cool manly sound that was new, I can't even try to describe it, kind of a yelp only all the way sexy and masculine. See? Then I worked my fingers in his crack and found the furry hole of his I love so much, and shoved half a finger inside him. I felt his ring tense good, and mine did the same in response, and that sent Jay into jumping fits of delight! His whole body knotted up and danced all over, jamming his cock to new levels of buggery that we both recognized with shocked moans! Somehow I forced the rest of my finger into him, and he let me, and when I went to finger fucking him I was straining so hard to do it and he was trying harder to control himself, but the boy lost it. Jay pumped it nasty-hard three times and doubled his size inside me! His sphincter clamped down on my finger, my ring seized his cock at his pubes, and as Jay spewed off in me I acted like a kid myself and blasted off into the sheets! "UUURRRRGHHHHH!" I managed, and Jay knew when his big bro was nutting for sure, despite being in the throes of ecstasy himself. He held on to me and nuzzled his nose in my ear and whimpered like me, and together for the next minute or so we climaxed like never before. Even though we could hardly breathe, when we were done emptying our rocks we both crashed on our backs. My belly and chest were sticky and matted from my own pleasure, and Jay lay his head there and sniffed and finally started licking up the mess. That's the best way to keep me hard. And Jay knows it!