Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 21:01:14 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part I The boys hit the road and meet new friends. I hope you enjoy reading the second installment of this series. This story takes place the summer after all the "discoveries" (which took place in the winter). Essentially, its six months later and Michael and Danny are headed on a road trip. They meet some friends along the way, and well, that's all I'll reveal. I wrote it last summer, so I'm not doing this on the fly or anything. I'll send a section in every few days just like last time. Yes, this story is more... how should I put it?... "kinkier," than the first one. Some people will probably like this story better; some still may prefer the original. Just to be forewarned, the story spanned 130 pages in 12 pt. font, so it's a long ordeal. It will be posted in 9 sections, each its own chapter. None of them will disappoint! And now here comes the exciting part... due to the large positive response on the first story (thanks all for writing... you made this possible), a third story is in the works. And, I'm letting the readers shape this one. I'm aiming to be more down to earth, like the first one, not quite as fun and wild as this section will be. Aka, I need a conflict or two, solutions on how the characters work around it, etc. Marcus will return as well. The story is going to take place in between these two stories, so we have to make sure it all works. To sum it up, send in your response to this one so I know what to continue/avoid in my writing and give me some ideas! I have the first chapter of the next story written, it is pretty generic and ready to be taken in any direction you'd like. After this story concludes, I will quickly submit that story and let the readers script the plot. I'm hoping for about six chapters or so, but you never know, especially if I'm given a good topic. Okay, phew, all of that is out of the way. Now the legal stuff. If you are not of age, do not wish to view, or material like this is illegal in the area in which you live, please leave now. I cannot be held responsible. This story contains numerous descriptions of sexual intercourse between minors. And as always, please send any comments/reactions to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love hearing from readers. Enjoy! Chapter One: On the Road I looked at the clock expectantly. Here it was 12:04, and Michael hadn't arrived. We were supposed to leave at noon, and my parents were still loading stuff into the RV, so it would probably be okay if Michael was a few minutes late. He and I were going on a road trip with the family through Oregon and California from our current Olympia location. It would just be the four of us... Marcus was invited but he had to go on a month long trip to Utah with his family. If you have no idea what I am talking about, you should read the story I wrote about how we all met, called "Michael, Marcus, and Danny: The Beginning." Finally, the doorbell rang. I opened it up to see Michael's buzzed brown head and smiling face. "Hey," I said. "We're about to leave. Got all your stuff?" "Yeah, I think so." "Alright, let's go put our crap in the RV then." We both lugged our suitcases to the RV. We didn't own it, but rather borrowed it from a friend of my dad's. My dad bought a speedboat a couple of years ago, so he now owes them some time in that. We had done this just about every summer I can remember, but this was the first time I was bringing a friend along. The trip would last about eight days, the destination: Los Angeles, California. They wanted to take about three ways either way, leaving us two days for Universal Studios and Disneyland. Normally I didn't enjoy the road trip until we got to the theme parks, but this time it would be different. "Ready guys?" my dad asked. "Yeah!" we said enthusiastically. "Alrighty, put your suitcases on your beds I guess... you can put them on the floor during the night." "Okay," we said, entering the RV. We also brought a tent along with us, incase Michael and I wanted to be loud and stay up. We'd be staying at campgrounds, so it wasn't like we'd be camping on cement or anything. Michael looked around the RV in amazement. He probably had never been on one, much less taken a road trip, and I'm sure the same was for a majority of people. I gave him a mini tour of everything. "That's the two captain chairs," I said, pointing to the two large chairs in the front. "That's where my mom and dad sit." "Where do we sit?" Michael asked, looking around. "Well, since there aren't any more chairs with seatbelts, we can sit anywhere. I take naps on the bed and stuff... basically do whatever as long as we're not running around." "Cool," Michael said, his dark brown eyes lighting up. He was probably thinking the same thing I was. "This is the mini-kitchen, and that's the dining table. You can fold the table in and have a couch. In that thing there's a little TV that gets crappy reception." Michael continued to look around in quiet amazement. "Down the little hallway there, on the right is the bathroom, it's for emergencies only. To the left are our bunk beds. I call top." "Hey!" Michael said. He didn't argue though, as he knew we'd probably be in the same bed most the time. "And wayyyy at the end is my parent's room. It just has a double bed and some lights basically. And that's it." "Cool," Michael said. "This thing owns. It's gonna be so fun." We both grinned and grabbed our suitcases and flung them onto our bunk beds. We were pumped and ready to get this thing rolling. My dad came into the RV. "You guys ready?" he asked. "Yeah, let's get this show on the road!" I said. "Ready, Michael?" he asked, smiling at the wide eyed Michael. "Yup, of course! Thanks for taking me!" "You're welcome." We waited a few minutes then my mom came in, getting situated with my dad in the front seats. "Plant yourselves somewhere for a while," my mom commanded. She didn't like me moving while we were driving... she was one of the types who wouldn't unbuckle her seatbelt while moving except under the most dire of circumstances. We plopped down at the table, folding it down so it was more of a semi-circle couch. "Here we go!" my dad called as we backed out of the driveway. Beep, beep, beep the RV went as we backed up. Michael giggled at the sound, like we were a semi-truck or something. Soon we were on the road, traveling down I-5 toward the Washington border. Both Michael and I took off our shoes and got comfortable on the couch. He was wearing shorts, as was I, his smooth tan legs exposed. In case you forgot, he was about five foot three, while I was now five foot two, closing in on him in that respect, and a couple others. I have red hair, cut short, but not quite as short as Michael's. I'll also give you an update about our adventures together. We started exploring each other's bodies in late November, and had progressed to full out sex within January. Since then, we've been continuing to do it all... jacking each other off and giving each other blow jobs most every time we saw each other (other than school of course... for the most part), and saving the more intense stuff for special weekend sleepovers, a lot the time with our friend Marcus. He remained part of the fun, although Michael and I had something special between just us. We just talked for the whole trip to the border, chatting about where we would go and what we would do. "I wonder if we can find someone that would like to join us, you know," Michael said, glancing at my parents. They were totally involved in some NPR radio show. "Well, you're good at seducing people, I'm sure you can get someone," I joked. He actually was, there had been times when I was totally not horny and within a few little comments and touches, I was raging with hormones. He was such a handsome boy though; I'd do just about anything with him at anytime. It was June 21st, five days after school got out. I'd be turning 13 in a couple of months, Michael not until November. I noticed Michael had an apparent bulge in his pants, from just our little bit of chatter there. He got horny really fast, and often times it would linger for a long time, especially in me or Marcus' company. I reached my foot up and started to rub his crotch. We arranged ourselves so it looked like we were just lying down, but really my foot was there for a reason. Michael offered to return the favor, but I didn't have a boner. I continued to play with it for a few minutes, feeling the rock hard shaft roll up and down my foot through my sock and his shorts. "Damn Danny, that feels good, but you're only making it worse," Michael whined. "Want me to make it better then?" I asked. "How?" Michael questioned, looking at my parents. "Just watch," I said. I was good at stuff like this. "What's up sweetie?" my mom asked when I approached her. "Grab onto something!" I latched onto the back of her chair. "Me and Michael are gonna go lie down in our bunks for a while and play cards or something." "Alright," my mom said. "Do it in the bottom bunk though, I don't want you flying to the floor if we stop all of a sudden." I walked back to Michael, trying to adjust his shaft down his leg to make it less apparent. "Let's go to the bunks," I said, motioning towards them. We climbed into the bottom bunk and closed the curtain. "Lay down," I instructed Michael, who lay down on his side, facing me. He closed his eyes, as by now we totally trusted each other. I unzipped his shorts and slowly brought them down to his knees. I did the same with his boxers. I didn't want to take them fully off incase we heard someone approaching the bunks. Out flopped his rock hard cock, now measuring an impressive four inches. His head was reddish-purplish with desire, extremely sensitive. I took a whiff of his package, a wonderful small that would never get old. His pubic hair had definitely grown since last time I wrote, now a small, but modest patch of soft brown hair. His balls may have grown a little, but they were essentially unchanged, at least to my knowledge. I took his dick in my mouth, stroking it up and down. I could feel his head rub the top of my mouth towards my throat, a feeling that took a while to get used to. I massaged his head with my tongue and his balls with my hand. He was slowly whimpering, trying to keep back the louder noises we both know he can make. If we are alone during something like this, oh boy, does he have some lungs. Up and down I went, enjoying the flavor of his penis, the warmth of his balls in my hands. I massaged each of them a little, lightly, knowing the right balance between pleasure and pain. With every stroke my nose hit his pubic hair, at which time I took my breaths. Like always, the experience was getting me horny, and I now had a raging boner. He tensed up and I could tell he was about to blow his load. I paid special attention to his glans as he ejaculated, sending shot after shot of his hot cum into my mouth. That was another noticeable change since I last wrote. His juice had turned from a clear and watery substance to more a more white and slightly thicker liquid. The taste had also become less sweet and little more bitter. I didn't mind either change, I was just happy I was a part of his transformation. I swallowed his modest load and let his slowly softening cock out of my mouth. "Thanks," he said after a few seconds, slowly opening his eyes. I pulled his shorts up and zipped them shut. "Want me to return the favor?" "Yes, please," I said, allowing him to lower my pants. He then grabbed my boxers and slowly lowered them. Out flopped my dick, which had finally felt the effects of a little bit of puberty. I now had a few, very few, soft red pubic hairs. You couldn't really even tell I had them unless you were within about a foot of my crotch. Likewise, I had gained the ability to shoot when I orgasmed. It was only a few drops of clear fluid, much like Michael's had been, but it was a big deal to me. The first time I shot Michael was giving me a blowjob, and he just looked at me and said, "You shot Danny!" It was one of the happiest days of my life. Of course, we had to try it again a few hours later, this time putting it on my chest. It was only a drop or two, but Michael and I examined it and agreed it looked much like his cum did when we first jacked each other off. He then proceeded to lick it off and kiss my chest, thanking me for the treat. I was happy I could finally give it to him. Michael continued to move up and down on my dick, giving it his expert treatment. He could give a great blowjob, much better than I probably did to him. His right hand was planted for support while his left hand cupped my balls. I started to seize up, a familiar feeling now. I reached my hands down and grabbed Michael's head, giving it extra leverage to my cock. I burst, shuddering repeatedly into his mouth. Finally the feelings subsided and I fell back onto the bed. "How many?" I asked Michael hopefully. "Two big ones," he replied, referring to the amount of shots I just fired. "Damn," I said, disappointed. I still yet to break four shots in a single orgasm. "You'll get there. If you're ever really, really horny or something you shoot like double. When I don't jack off for a few days then I do, I shoot like eight times, I swear," Michael said, trying to reassure me. "Like you ever don't blow your load for a few days," I smirked. "It's happened... once or twice," Michael grinned. "Anyways, just remember not to get impatient; you're hot now and you'll be hot later." "Thanks," I said, giving him a peck on the lips. We'd made out fully a few times, but only normally once we were done having sex and headed to bed. We both fell asleep on the narrow bed, snuggling against one another. END OF PART 1 Please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love getting e-mails! Also, remember that you will be shaping the next MMD story, so send in your ideas, early as it may be.