Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 19:05:29 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part II I hope you enjoy the second part, sorry for the delay. Remember that a new story is going to be written that takes place between "The Beginning" and "Road Trip," so if you get an idea while reading, tell me! This part of the story doesn't contain sexual acts between minor boys, but it does make mention of certain acts. I guess it does have some very, very light play at the end, but that doesn't really matter. If you are not of age, do not wish to read, or is not legal in your area of jurisdiction, please stop reading. If not, enjoy! I will try to post the next chapters quicker. Chapter Two: Dan I was jerked awake when I heard the RV stop. I slowly shook Michael's shoulder and his beautiful, deep eyes opened. He smiled, as always. "I think we're stopping," I said softly. "Alright. Damn what time is it?" "I have no clue," I replied, opening the curtain and finding my parents unbuckling themselves from their seats. I looked at the clock, it was nearly seven. "You guys sure were quiet," my mom remarked. "Yeah, we kind of dosed off," I said, which was true. "Where are we?" "Medford," she replied. "We didn't book a campsite for this part of the trip, so we're just staying at the KOA." "Alright," I replied. I had been to those before, not great for camping, but they still had lots of kids and people. Michael emerged from the bunk, looking energized. "Your father and I are going to start dinner, so you probably have an hour or so to go play." "Cool," I said, as Michael and I burst from the RV and took in our surroundings. The campground was jam packed with RV's, and had a central bathroom with showers, and a playground with sandbox. There were a good number of kids running around, a few our age. "I need to go pee," Michael said, and he started toward the bathroom. I followed him, us both emptying our bladders after a long time on the road. We could hear a shower running around the corner and Michael decided to check it out. The stall started a foot or so off the ground so Michael bent over and took a quick peek. "It's a kid. I only saw the legs, but he's maybe nine or ten," he said. We had gone camping over spring break, and he tried the same thing a couple of times. However, none of the bathers then were close to our age. Michael slowly bent down and moved his head towards the floor. I was on lookout, but the showers were tucked away in the corner, so there was no immediate threat. After seeing the boy's legs facing away from him, Michael moved in, getting a full view of the kid. After a few seconds, he came up, and looked at me. "Eight or nine, blonde hair, skinny, nice butt," he reported. "Cool," I asked. "Now what?" "Good question," Michael laughed. "Maybe pop in on him and pretend I was looking for someone else?" "Worth a shot I guess," slightly jealous Michael would be the one getting to see the boy. He nodded and went to the adjacent stall. I stayed put; Michael was the master at this sort of thing. He stood on the chair in the shower stall and peeked over. "Hey," he said. It sounded like that kid was startled. "What are you doing?" came a soft voice. "Sorry, I was looking for my friend," Michael said innocently, his face warm and inviting. "Well, go away," the kid replied. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you have-" "Leave!" the kid said, raising his voice. Michael slowly got down from the chair and came out. "I'll tell you about it outside, don't want to piss him off more." We walked outside and sat down at a picnic table. A large group of kids was tossing a Frisbee around in the field just a few feet away. "He was cute," Michael said enthusiastically. "When I looked over at first, he had a boner. It was cut and, I dunno, like two inches maybe sticking straight out from him. I think he was extra embarrassed and startled because he had a raging big one." I laughed. "Sure didn't seem to want you there." "Yeah, he wasn't very happy about it. Then again I caught him at a bad time... seemed like nice enough of a kid." "Well, let's go play Frisbee with those kids or something," I said, motioning toward the herd of kids running around. "Yeah, I need to stretch my legs after that car trip," Michael said as we joined the throng of screaming children. We played for a while, and after about fifteen minutes, the shower kid come out from the bathroom and went to his RV. I hoped he didn't tell his parents about the incident. Michael always did it in a very innocent way; he was the master at stuff like that. After a minute or two, the kid exited and walked toward us. "Can I play Frisbee?" he asked. "Sure," replied the fourteen year old boy that seemed to be in charge. The shower kid looked at Michael and slowly walked up toward him. "Sorry for being mean, I was just surprised," he said, head down. "It alright man, sorry for popping in like that. Probably wasn't the best way to get to know each other," Michael replied. "I'm Dan," the boy replied. "Really?" Michael exclaimed. "My boy Danny here has the same name!" He grabbed me with one arm and brought me toward him. I smiled. "Hey." We continued to play Frisbee after that. After a while, my dad called for us to come in for dinner. Michael turned to Dan. "Maybe you want to do something after we eat dinner, like cards or something?" "Sure," Dan replied. "My parents are going to be in another families RV, so we could have mine all to ourselves." "Sounds good," Michael said. "See you in a bit." We both waved and headed back towards the RV. "Seems like a nice kid," I said. "Yeah, kind of shy like Marcus," Michael said. "Think he'd go for strip poker?" "Maybe," I said. I was doubtful, a kid that age probably wouldn't want to play with older boys. We went inside and ate dinner. It was spaghetti and chicken cooked in the mini-kitchen, but it was good. We thanked my parents for the meal. "Some kid invited us over to his RV for the night," I said. "Can we go over for a while?" "Sure, just be back by ten," replied my mom. "Your father and I wanted to just relax anyways." He headed over to Dan's RV, Michael with the playing cards in tow. We knocked and he answered, now just in boxers and a tee shirt. "Come on in," he said. We both went inside, it was a nice RV, a bit messy though. It looked like they had been on the road in a while. He cleared out an area in the middle for us to sit. We all sat in a circle and Michael brought out the cards. "So Dan, you know how to play poker?" Michael questioned, looking deep into his eyes, trying to also hypnotize him. "Yeah, I've played a few times," he replied. "Dare to make it interesting?" Michael said; here he goes. "How so?" Dan questioned. "Take off a piece of clothing when you lose a hand," Michael said outright. We both looked at him, acting like it was no big deal (to us it wasn't!). "I dunno..." Dan trailed off, unsure. "Oh come on," Michael said. "We're all guys here, nothing we ain't seen before and it'll spice things up and make it more interesting." "Okay," he agreed. Michael and I both stripped to our boxers and took our socks off, so we matched his clothing. Only two items to nudity. Dan had beautiful boy feet, they went nicely with the rest of his slim body. He was completely hairless, as was expected. "So Dan, how old are you?" I asked. "Just turned nine. You guys?" "Twelve," I replied. He didn't seem too startled by the age difference, maybe he would have been if I had said `almost thirteen'. Michael dealt the cards and we played. My hand was pathetic. I ended up losing and having to take off my tee-shirt. I sat purposely so my boxers hung down and you could see my balls, and I caught Dan's eyes taking quick glances down there. Next hand was great, I got a full house. Michael had two pair, while Dan had nothing. Off came his shirt. He had dime sized nipples and a flat chest. No pudge, even skinnier than Michael. After the next hand, it was Michael's turn to strip. Now all three of us were one item away from being naked. Out came my cards, four diamonds and a club. I asked for one card... and I got a diamond to complete the flush. I looked at Michael and smiled. He gave me a reassuring nod. We had him. Michael's three of a kind and my flush beat out Dan's pair of tens. "Take it off," Michael grinned, looking at his crotch eagerly. I was just as eager, I hadn't even seen him yet. "Allright," Dan sighed, stripping off his boxers. His soft, tiny little penis was exposed. It was about three quarters of an inch soft, resting softly upon his small sack. It kind of looked like Marcus' but smaller and slimmer. "Wow," Michael replied. Before he could say anything else, Dan pulled his boxers on and put his shirt back on. "Shall we play again?" I asked. "Yea, I'm getting your clothes off this time," Dan said adamantly. Michael dealt the cards. I had nothing, and drew three cards to try and get a pair... nothing doing. Off came my shirt. The next hand, same thing. Dan only had a pair of threes, but it was still good enough. Off came my boxers, without hesitation. Dan's eyes remained fixated at my crotch, which was semi-hard. "What?" I asked Dan, still staring. "I dunno, it's just so big," he said. "Yeah, well, it gets bigger," I said, pulling my boxers back on. Maybe he'd want to know how big it got. We played another round... Dan lost again. Out came his dick, still soft and resting angelically upon his balls. His sack was pulled tight to his body, probably not so much from the temperature, but his age. The next round, we finally beat Michael. Dan and I looked at each other and smiled, silently saying "yes" as we finally beat the cutie. Off came Michael's boxers, and wouldn't you know it, he had a full out boner. "Dang," Dan said looking at it. "You got hair too." "Yup," Michael said. After a few seconds Dan turned his attention away from Michael's dick and shuffled the cards. Something told me he wasn't quite interested in going farther yet, and that was okay with me and Michael. The first time should be something special, whether discovered on your own or with a friend. We played a couple more rounds, and then switched to some non-strip games; bullshit and speed. After an hour or two, I could see Dan getting sleepy and motioned to Michael that we should probably go. "Nice meeting you Dan," I said. "We're leaving tomorrow, so might see you in the morning." "Alright, see you guys," Dan said, closing the door behind us. "He was really nice, but I think he was probably just a little bit too young for blow jobs or something," Michael said. "He was cute though, and at least he wasn't too bashful." "Yeah, he had a nice body," I said. "Not as nice of yours of course." Michael laughed. "Well tomorrow we are staying at a huge campground in the redwoods somewhere, so we'll have a lot of kids to choose from," I said. "Yeah," Michael said thoughtfully. "I think we should maybe camp out in front of the showers and wait till we see someone who we really like, then move in. Maybe take showers too and ask for soap or something." "Good idea," I said. It was confirmed, this trip was an all out mission to get someone new into the mix. "What kind of age you thinking we should go after?" Michael asked. "Well, I was thinking older, since Marcus provides us with the younger," I said. "Not too old, but like thirteen or something." "Yeah," Michael said, slightly unsure. He had always been the "dominate" figure in our intercourse, and it might be weird for him to be doing it with someone bigger. I, for one, was used to it, for when Michael and I started doing stuff, he was much more developed than I was. We headed into the RV and found my parents already in their bed. They had the light on and were reading. "Hey boys, how was your friend?" asked my mom. "He was nice," I replied. "We just played cards and hung out." "Well, sounds like fun," she responded. "You boys should get to bed, we're heading out early so we can hopefully get to the campsite by early afternoon." "Alright, good night," I said. Michael waved goodnight and we shut their door. After brushing our teeth and using the bathroom, Michael and I headed to the bunk beds. "I don't know, I'm pretty tired," Michael said. He didn't have to say what for, we knew what it meant: sex. "Yeah, plus it's such a tight space," I said. "Tomorrow night in the tent would be better." "Alright then sexy, let's just go to bed," Michael said, rubbing his hand through my hair. We both climbed into the top bunk and rolled out my sleeping bag. "It's stuffy up here," Michael griped. "That can be fixed," I replied, opening the little window next to our heads. "Good call," Michael complemented. We crawled into my sleeping bag; it was a tight fit, but we didn't mind being pressed up against each other. We both slipped off our boxers and put them towards the bottom of the sleeping bag for morning. We had become very good a waking up at the first sound of my parents or his parents getting up, and Michael would just quietly climb down to his bunk when they woke up. We now were naked and facing each other, our crotches pressed against each other. "Night," Michael said, kissing me on the lips. "Goodnight," I sighed. We ground against each other softly for a few minutes before falling asleep, the cool summer air slowly blowing over us. The End- More to come in Chapter 3! 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