Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2005 16:47:41 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part VIII Here is the eighth of nine parts, in which, the boys magical luck continues! I hope you are enjoying the story so far, and remember, I will be writing a third story taking place between the first two, so send in your ideas because I'm letting the readers shape this next one. This story should be completely posted by the end of this week, then I will post the first chapter I wrote of the new story. The rest is up to you readers... so start thinking of storylines and send them in! I'll try to work in as many ideas as possible. This story contains sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not wish to view, are not of proper age, or it is illegal in you area of jurisdiction, please leave now. If not enjoy! I should mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. Please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love to hear ideas/suggestions/reactions. Chapter Eight: Paul I awoke to the sound of birds chirping, but the light reaching the tent was still pretty dim. I guessed it to be very early morning, and my constant napping yesterday was probably the culprit of being awake at this ungodly hour. I was turned away from Michael, as he was pressed against me, his boyhood radiating heat into my lower back. It was so warm and comfortable inside the sleeping bag that I didn't make any movements. Michael might sleep for a while longer, which was more than fine with me. I was still very groggy but comfortable in my current position. I just lay there reminiscing about the whole road trip. The past few years it had been fun, but nothing like the current one. Images of Dan, Jake, Sam, and Corey flashed through my mind. I supposed we might have another chance tonight to meet another boy. It appeared as if we weren't going to make it all the way to Olympia. We'd probably have to stop in Portland or something, unless we wanted to book total ass and get home at midnight. I heard Michael stir. He hummed a little bit to himself, took a deep breath, then sighed. He was still pretty much out of it, but slowly waking up. It may be a while before my parents woke up as well. Michael and I could probably head to the showers and get that done before breakfast. I felt a hand start to stroke my hair, Michael was awake. I flipped over and faced him. "Good morning sleepy head," I whispered. "What time is it?" Michael asked, eyes barely open. "I dunno, early... like six or something." "Oh wow... did you sleep good?" "Really good," I said. "I think I was just real tired from the last few days, so I was totally knocked out." "Yeah, me too," Michael replied. "So I was thinking maybe we should take showers soon?" "Naw," Michael said, pausing a moment to think. "I don't feel like it, it hasn't even been twenty four hours yet. If we stop at another campsite or hotel or something we can." Valid points by Michael... we were young, it took a day or two for us to start stinking. "Well, I guess we'll just have to snuggle then," I said, pressing close against him. "Sounds good to me," he came back, lightly grinding his crotch into mine. We were enjoying the other's company, but not to the point of getting boners. The first couple months this would have sent us into instant boners, but now we were used to such light foreplay. We stayed like that for what was probably an hour, drifting in and out of sleep. I could almost lay there forever in his warm and comfortable company. The feeling of love and companionship we shared in such moments was so fulfilling. We could hear my parents start to wake up and knew that soon I'd have to crawl out of his sleeping bag and into my own. "Well, today will be another long day in the RV," I thought out loud. "Yea, we'll have to do something other than nap," Michael said. "Yeah, we'll get through it." Just then I heard the door to the RV open. "Gotta go!" I exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the lips before darting into my own sleeping bag. Boy was it cold! I found my boxers and slipped them on, then pretended to fall asleep against my pillow. The zipper to the tent opened and my mom's head popped in. "Wake up sleepy heads," she sung. "We got to get rolling early today, get ready for breakfast." "We'll be there in a minute," I replied. Michael and I both got ready, slipping on clean tee-shirts and shorts. We rolled up our sleeping bags and then started to take down the tent. It was fairly easy to take down, by now Michael and I had it down to an art. Within about three minutes we entered the RV, not really hungry, but knowing we had to eat. "Good morning boys," my dad said, looking up from a magazine and sipping coffee. "Good morning," Michael said sweetly. "Hey," I said, trying to look awake. "Well, we have cereal and muffins for breakfast, as usual," my mom informed us. "No milk for the cereal though, there is juice to drink." "Water's fine," I replied, my stomach not ready for a huge hit of sugar so early. Michael and I both poured ourselves bowls of cereal and took a poppy seed muffin. We munched the cold food in silence, still groggy. "You two sure aren't morning people," my mom said. She was the polar opposite; when she woke up, she was up. My dad was pretty similar too. I guess it was kind of the norm for the age group, just like being a sleepyhead was for my age. "I don't know how you do it," I told my mom, putting away the food from breakfast. "So are we going to make it home today?" Michael asked after finishing his muffin. "Probably not boys," my dad replied. "We're going to have to stop in Salem or somewhere around there unless we want to get home really late." "Okay," Michael said. "I'll have to call my parents, they think I'm coming home today." "Yeah," my dad said, "we'll do it at lunch." "Alright, cool," Michael said. Soon we had finished cleaning up from breakfast and were ready to go. We pulled out of the camping space, beeping along the way, Michael laughing at the sound again. Soon, we were back on the familiar I-5, streaking towards the Oregon border. Michael and I played some board games that were in the car. One of them was "Upwords" and of course, Michael laid down about a dozen naughty ones. I had put down the word "pen" for six points, and well, you can guess the two letters Michael added to that on his turn. We also played a few games of chess, something we often played while just at home as well. Michael was very good at it and had won some tournament as a third grader. I was just average, so it was fun to beat him the second game. He got pissed, so of course we had to play a third, in which he proceeded to slaughter me. Happy with his dominance we flipped on the TV and looked for a station. All we got was a QVC channel, but it would do. Michael and I laughed and made fun of some the products. Before we knew it, it was one o'clock and time to eat lunch. "Go ahead and call your parents," my dad said, handing Michael the cell phone. We had stopped at a park right off the freeway. Michael took the phone and dialed his parents. "Okay... well, maybe. I think so. It's okay, go ahead." "What's up?" I asked when Michael stopped talking into the phone and looked in my direction. "I need to talk to your parents," he said, walking into the RV. "So?" my mom asked. "They were planning to go up to my Grandma's in Seattle tonight thinking I would be home to come. They won't be back until the day after tomorrow, and I'm supposed to call them back cause they don't have to go." "You're free to stay the night with us tomorrow, go ahead and tell them to go," my dad said. "Okay, thanks a lot," Michael said, putting the phone back to his ear and relaying the news to his parents. They seemed fine with it, Michael said he loved them, and then he hung up and handed the phone back to my dad. This could work out to our favor. Tonight, perhaps we could get another boy to do something, and then tomorrow night have a final night together in the comforts of my home. This whole trip really we've been doing it with other boys and not with each other (barring the forest incident with Jake). After eating we were back on the road. Michael and I were running out of things to do, so we looked around the cupboards to look for something to do. We found Happy Gilmore, something I had brought along last year to watch but forgotten to take out. That provided us with a good two hours of entertainment, and light naps took us until we arrived at a campsite. "You have any sites open?" my dad asked the booth at the front. "Yes sir, would you like a full-RV hookup?" "Please." "Just for tonight?" "Yes, please." "That'll be thirty two dollars." Michael and I were anxious to get out of the RV and do something athletic. "There's a stream here you boys can probably play in if it's deep enough," my mom told us as we looked for our spot. "Cool," Michael said. "We'll have to check it out." "Yeah," I replied. We rolled into our campsite and got situated. My parents had to go out and buy groceries for dinner, but they let us stay. "Can we go swimming?" I asked. "As long as it's safe," my mom said. "I think I remember this place, it's not very deep." We took our swimsuits from the RV and then they left. We walked towards the stream carrying them, with any luck we wouldn't have to use them. The trees suddenly opened up into the stream, about twenty feet wide and slow moving. There were only two families nestled along its banks. "Let's go around that corner," Michael said, pointing to a sharp bend in the creek. "Good idea," I said, ready to skinny dip. We walked towards the bend in the deep brush along side the water. "Get down!" Michael said all of a sudden. "What is it?" I asked, ducking. Michael pointed towards the water. A very attractive looking boy was slowly taking off his clothes and was down to his boxers. He was skinny, had shaggy blonde hair, and looked to be about our age. "Oh fuck, he's hot," Michael remarked as he slowly took off his boxers. I couldn't argue, he was probably the most naturally attractive boy I've seen, aside from Michael of course. From our rest about forty feet away (he was across the stream) we could tell he was uncut and didn't have any pubic hair. "Well, looks like our prayers were answered," I joked. "A beautiful naked boy stripping before us." "Now to move in for the kill," Michael grinned. "Let's walk out nude too." "Can anybody see us?" I asked him. "No, look," he said. We were far around the bend and everybody who was at the stream was now out of sight. "Okay, cool," I commented, taking off my clothes. We both striped to our skins and then headed out of the brush. The boy was slashing around in the water as we did so, and we were just about at the bank before he noticed us. At first he looked startled, but then he realized we were naked too. "Hey," he called. "What's up?" Michael asked. "Just going for a swim," the boy replied, smiling and standing up. His foreskin was outrageously cute, a little big for his penis, creating a small tip of extra skin at the top. It hugged his penis perfectly, making everything look nice and round. "Haven't seen a foreskin before?" he said, smiling at me staring at his crotch. "No, our friend Marcus has one," I said, looking up and smiling at him. "The better question then I guess is have you ever sucked one?" he said devilishly. He was even more aggressive than Michael; this was boding well. "Yeah, his all the time," I grinned back. "Really?" the boy said, sounding surprised. "What's your name?" "Danny. My friend here is Michael," I said, Michael and I now both having raging boners. The blonde boy was starting to get one too. He had blue eyes and an outey belly button. His hair was shaggy blonde, like Marcus', and he had a little chub on his stomach and thighs like most boys. His eyes were a deep and mystical green. "I'm Paul," he said, extending his hand, which we both shook. He was now fully hard, about four inches in total like Michael's, but not quite as wide. It was more comparable to the width of my cock. "So you guys play around often?" Paul asked, studying our packages. "All the time," Michael responded. "Ever fuck?" he pressed on. "All the time," Michael grinned. "Cool, me and my friend do too. He's not here though," Paul replied. I was getting lost in his deep green eyes. "You must be lonely then huh?" Michael asked. "Yeah, well my dick is at least," Paul said, looking down at his crotch and giving a few strokes to his erect cock. I just stared at it, wanting badly to play with it. "Well maybe Danny and I could fix that for you," Michael suggested. Another fuck in the forest? "Really?" he asked, seemingly shocked we were going along with it. I guess he didn't really know who he was dealing with. "Yup," Michael said. "Where shall we do this thing?" "Down stream around that next bend there's a beach like thing. I've done stuff before with my friend there and nobody seems to go there." "Who is your friend?" I asked. "Jason," Paul replied. "He's fifteen." "How old are you?" Michael asked. "Twelve. You guys?" "Same." "Cool," Paul grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth as we round the bin. There was a nice beach with soft gray sand, just like Paul had mentioned. "This it?" Michael asked, looking around. "Yeah," Paul replied. "Nice," Michael commented, feeling the sand. It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, the closest people were probably those near the stream when we first arrived. By now we were probably 200 yards down stream from them around two bends. "So how do we want to do this?" I asked. "Can you shoot yet?" "No, you guys?" "Michael can," I replied. "And I can, a little bit." "Cool," Paul said. "How much time you got?" Michael asked. "A while," Paul replied. "Told my parents I'd be back in a few hours about an hour ago." "Yeah," I replied. "We have lots of time too. That means we can probably do a couple things." "Like what?" he asked. "This is what I was thinking," Michael said, the top of his dick already leaking a little precum. "We do blowjobs first, then fuck. The problem is we have an uneven amount of people." That was a good point. With Sam and Corey, we each had a partner for every activity. "Well," Paul pondered. "How about you guys blow me off, then while I'm still out of it, you both can fuck me. After that I fuck both of you, but I'd have to finish in just one." "Did you want to blow anyone?" I asked. "To tell you the truth, I'd rather fuck than suck," he replied, Michael and I laughing at the rhyme. "Well," Michael came back, "if you'd like to save up your orgasm for when you fuck us, that's cool. Me and Danny just want a taste of your cock." "That's cool," Paul replied. "When you're lubing me up, just take a little detour up there." "Aight, cool," Michael said. "You sure you want us fucking you back to back?" "Eh, no biggie," Paul said. "Jason and our other friend David once fucked me four consecutive times." "And that was okay with you?" I asked. "More than okay," Paul said. "I love it, it's the best feeling in the world." "I know what you mean," Michael said. "You want to go first?" "Sure," Paul said, grinning. His cock was still at full attention, poking straight out from his body. "Who wants to be penetrated first?" "Me," I said. I wanted to give Michael the feelings of Paul's orgasm. "Allright," Paul said. "What position you prefer?" "On my back," I said, unaware of any others. I laid down on my back, spread my legs wide, then pulled them towards my chest. My boyrose opened up to him and he smiled with delight. "So small compared to Jason's," he commented, spitting on his hand and rubbing it around my anus. I moaned with delight, looking past my erect cock and soft balls at Paul lubing me up. He slipped a finger inside my bowels, commenting they were nice and tight. It was a shame I wouldn't get to feel his orgasm, but having his cock in me was reward enough. And I know that shortly I'd get to do the same thing back to him. By now he was done lubing up his own penis, pretty big for not being able to cum, and asked me if I was ready. "Yup," I said, pressing out and waiting for the familiar feeling. In popped his uncircumcised cocklet, the skin slowly peeling back and allowing his head to explore my insides. I wondered what it felt like for a person with a foreskin when their head was exposed... things were probably twice as good. "Hey Michael," Paul said, pumping in and out. "Can you lube yourself up so I can trade quick?" "Sure," Michael said, spitting his own hands and lubing himself up. Paul had been fucking me for probably about four minutes and I knew my time was almost up. I could feel his cock graze my prostrate and jump with delight at the tight and slick texture of my asshole. "Sorry Danny, got to switch," he said, patting me on the balls before taking his cock out in rhythm. He immediately stuck it into Michael, who had assumed the same position. "Damn you both have such great holes." "Thank you," I said, sitting up to watch the show. My cock was super erect and sensitive to my every touch. I dare not play with it, it was on the verge of bursting. I looked at Paul, his skinny body pushing in and out of Michael. He was so hot while doing it, his every muscle flexed and strained. He had some fat on his butt, and that was about the only thing that jiggled as he thrust in and out. His legs were smooth and hairless. His thighs were the same way, with their little bit of pudge. I also noticed his thighs were almost as tan as his lower leg, suggesting to me he went around naked often. I could see his body seize up and knew that the end was near. He absolutely exploded into Michael, thrusting violently time and time again. It seemed pretty obvious he hadn't fucked in a while. He was screaming while Michael was loudly moaning at the feelings. It was a good thing we weren't near anybody. Paul slowly retracted his cock, shining with Michael's anal fluids. He fell back against the sand and sighed loudly. His penis slowly shrunk, his head once again being engulfed by his foreskin. "That was great," he said, still lying on his back. "I needed that. Lemme wash off then you guys can have your go." He went to the river and rinsed his cock. I turned towards Michael. "Wow," I said. "Yeah, he was good," Michael said. "Dry orgasm, but his dick hit all the right spots. I could feel his skin rolling up and down as he fucked, must have been great for him." Paul came back, now fresh and clean. "Who wants to go first?" he asked, grinning and laying down on the ground. "You can," I told Michael. His dick was painfully erect and it would be cruel to make him wait longer. He didn't argue, lifting Paul's legs up and exposing his boyrose. The sight of it made my heart jump; it was clean and pink, ready to be fucked. The main difference between it and all the ones I've fucked before was its length. Most assholes, including Michael's and my own, were simply round. Paul's however was almost like a mini-vagina, its lips running three fourths of an inch. The size and frequency of his fucks with older boys probably led to this feature, seemingly tailor made to our cause. "Damn," Michael said. "Nice ass." "Thanks," he said. "It's probably a little stretched out from Jason, might not be very tight for you guys." "I'm sure it's fine," Michael said, still entranced, like me, from this boy. He was so cute lying there with his legs pulled back, the smooth undersides of his thighs leading into his heavenly package. I could see his dick lying softly against his stomach, his balls falling the other way. Michael bent down and sucked them, enjoying the taste. To me they looked about the size of mine, though they were seemingly unable to produce semen. Just by the looks of him and his physical attributes, I'd give him no more than two months to start squirting. Michael lubed up Paul's hole and then his own cock. He got into position then slowly pushed in, moaning lightly while doing so. "Wow," Paul said. "Feels a lot different than Jason's jumbo cock." "That a good thing?" Michael asked, slowly pulling back and pushing in for the first time. "Yeah," Paul said. "It's a different, but totally awesome feeling." "Good," Michael replied, moving slowly up and down. He was enjoying every minute of it, and why not? We had plenty of time and wanted to enjoy this hot boy's presence for as long as possible. Paul's dick was slowly returning to an erect state, I'm sure Michael's slow and sensual treatment of his asshole had something to do with that. I just sat back and enjoyed the sight, getting ready for my own turn. I think I would take it extra slow as well, no reason not too. Besides, a slow fuck was better in a bigger asshole, a fast fuck better in a small one. A bigger hole didn't mean less pleasure at all, you just had to move slower so you'd get all the sensations and feelings. In a smaller asshole, it didn't matter how fast you moved, you'd still feel everything, but it was good to move faster. If you went too slowly in Marcus at first, his hole would almost cut off circulation to your penis. Michael's butt slowly went up and down, straining then relaxing. The sun was beating down on us and they both had a light layer of sweat glistening on them. It had been quite some time since Michael started and I knew it couldn't be long until he had to blow. He slowed to a stop then slowly lowered his head into Paul's crotch, taking a whiff of his boy smells. He then took his now erect cock in his mouth and started to slowly suck it. I had a feeling he was about to blow himself and took the cock detour now to delay the process. After the shaft he moved down and sucked each one of Paul's balls, giving them his usual treatment. "Wow," Michael said, letting out his mouthful of boycock. "Nice tasting package you've got there." "One hell of a mouth you've got," Paul returned smiling, then laying his head back on the sand. Michael slowly started to pump again, and I could tell, even with the pit stop, he needed to blow. His back went rigid and his thrusts became more deliberate. He took a deep breath then began to convulse, slamming his balls and pubic hair time and time again against Paul's soft and supple ass. I could tell by the longevity of the orgasm that the slow style had worked well. Michael finally stopped shivering and slowly removed his cock, the top half being streaked with poop. "Damn," Michael gasped. "That's one fine ass you got there... nice and juicy." "Thanks," Paul replied. "Sorry about the poop." "It's fine," Michael said. "Isn't anything a little sand and water can't rub off." Paul turned towards me, letting his legs relax and fall against the sand. His balls hung angelically in between his smooth thighs. "Ready?" he asked. "You bet," I said eagerly. "Are you?" "Oh yeah," he said, pulling his legs back up and revealing his hole. It was already very wet, whether it be Michael's spit or something else, I didn't know. I lubed up my cock and placed it against his hole. He gave me a nod and in I slipped in. Much easier to enter than even Michael's hole, it accepted my cock easily. I discovered what made Michael's fuck so enjoyable, the place was crawling with wetness. Now a normal butt has a lot of wetness mind you, but this, this was like what I imagined a vagina would be like. I was pretty sure I could feel some of Michael's rather thick cum running down him and onto my head. "Damn, it's so wet and slick in there," I said to Paul. "Yeah," Paul replied, "It produces a bunch of liquid when someone starts fucking me. Almost like it wants to help the process." "Well, whatever it is, it's awesome." I slowly began to fuck. My penis jumped with delight at the sensations of his warm and moist bowels. A slight slurping noise began to start, accompanied by the smack of my balls against his ass at every thrust. I could tell I wasn't going to last nearly as long as Michael, I think I got a little over horny just watching the two. I remembered that I had a cock break, so I slowly stopped my thrusting and put my face right into his balls. I could feel their warmth, a few fine hairs dotting them. I looked closer at his pubis and noticed a few lights hairs there as well. I remember when I had those, it was only a matter of time before they darkened and officially become pubic hairs. His package had a perfect boy smell, hard to describe. I took his dick in my mouth, it still rock hard and gave it a few strokes. I played with his foreskin in my mouth, and then licked all around his head, hearing him groan with delight. It was thinner than Michael's, but larger than Marcus'. I went down to his balls, taking them both up in my mouth at the same time and giving them a special massage treatment. They weren't nearly as big as Michael's, but as I had assumed, about my size. His scrotum was loose and wiggled around in my mouth. I let his package out, then moved back up to his cock. I couldn't resist, it was just too good to pass up. I licked it up and down with my tongue, trying to store the feelings into my memory. I gave him one last stroke of the shaft, then bam. He started convulsing in my mouth, thrusting his hips into mine rapidly, having a monster dry orgasm. I absorbed it best I could, feeling slightly guilty at the mistaken explosion. "Sorry," I said. "No idea you were going to cum." "Don't be sorry," he said, opening his deep green eyes and hypnotizing me with them. "It was just what I needed; now finish yours off." "Yes sir!" I exclaimed, starting to slowly fuck him again. All that commotion had made me a little horny and moved me closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes, feeling the slick sweat between us when all of a sudden I felt his hands grab my ass. He was lightly massaging it while also giving me extra leverage into my thrust. It was enough to send me over the top, slamming again and again into his unique boyrose. I must have shot about four or five times, dry humped about a dozen more. Slowly I came to a stop and my dick slid neatly out with a slurp, covered with his poop and bowel juices. I feel back against the sand, having no energy to move or even open my eyes. I could feel the warm sun beat down against my naked, smooth body. If only I could feel like this forever. After a while I slowly opened my eyes to Paul's beaming face. "One hell of a fuck Danny," he said. "And you Michael. What a great feeling that was." "What a great ass that was," I said, walking down to the water and washing off. It was easier for me, I'm sure Paul had to clean more thoroughly with his foreskin. I climbed back to the beach, rejoining Michael and Paul, and for once we were all soft. We talked for a while, learning his was from Fresno. We invited him to come back to our place that evening, but he had to do stuff with his family. "You have an e-mail address?" I asked him. "Yeah, it's chingame92@yahoo.com," he said. "What the hell is that?" I asked. "That's the great part, nobody knows. It means `fuck me' in Spanish." "Oh you dirty, dirty boy," I grinned. "C-h-i-n-g-a-m-e?" "Yup." "Alright. We'll make sure to stay in touch." By then, a couple hours had passed and it was time to say goodbye. We all got dressed and then hugged each other, saying goodbye. We watched him walk down the beach, his smooth, tan legs shimmering in the sun. "He was a special boy," I said, sighing. "Yeah," Michael responded. "Nice guy, and hot as can be." "Let's go back to the campsite," I suggested. We'd have to take showers later that night just to make sure we were actually clean. "Hey boys!" my mom called as we approached. "What's up?" I yelled back. "Oh not much. We got some food for tonight, dinner should be ready in about half an hour. You guys were sure at the stream a long time." "Yeah," I said, now within normal voice range, "we met a boy down there and we played with each other for a while." Michael tried to suppress his laughter. I wasn't necessarily lying; you just had to interoperate it in the right manner. And of course, the parents never did. "That's great," my mom said. She loved when we made friends, which was happening at a pretty steady rate this trip. I'd probably have to give the credit to Michael; hardly any boy could resist his convincing words and stunning looks. That's what was great about our age, most boys were open to this sort of play as long as you approached it in the right way. Michael knew how to do it too, that was for sure. Michael and I sat down to play poker until dinner. Normally we'd play strip poker of course, but that wasn't happening outside in the middle of a campsite. "Flush," Michael said, flashing his cards grinning, sure he had won. "Full house biatch," I said, slamming my cards down on the table. Michael's eyes lit up in disbelief. "Damn, that was my best hand too," he whined. "Yeah, I'd have you naked now if we were playing for real," I joked. "That would be more of a reward than punishment," Michael jested, and I guess that was true. We switched to a mindless game of war. There was something about this game that got Michael riled up, and I swear he thought he had strategies. I had to remind him a couple of times it was just luck of the draw. It was actually pretty cute how he got all involved in it, and I couldn't help from just bursting in laughter at his victory dance. "I own you in war," Michael said, acting like he had just scored a touchdown. "Time for dinner boys," my mom called. We rushed to the table to find a feast awaiting us. My dad had cooked steak on the grill, while my mom made rice and green beans. There were all types of fruit and cookies for dessert. We dug in, eating like starved animals. When you were just with your family and friends, there was no point in good table manners. I looked at the strawberries... if only we had whip cream. "This is the best meat ever," Michael said, chomping down on the steak. "You sure?" I said, putting on a pouting face and looking down at my crotch. My parents were involved in their own conversation. "Okay," Michael grinned. "Second best." "Agreed!" I said, ripping a piece off. We munched happily and had a few cookies for dessert. We stumbled into the RV and lay down on our beds. Without really realizing it, we dozed off to sleep, only to awake two hours later at nine. "Damn, fell asleep like at Thanksgiving," I said, shaking Michael to wake up. "Yeah, I was tired," Michael remarked. My parents were already in their beds, reading books and getting ready for bed when I poked my head in. "Hey, is it okay if we go take a shower?" I asked them. "Well," my mom replied, "we're not in a hurry to leave in the morning, why don't you just take one then?" "Cause my feet and stuff are dirty from the creek and I don't want to drag it into my bed," I replied. "Alright," my mom gave in. "Take the flashlight and be quick." "Thanks," I said, turning towards Michael and giving him a thumbs up. I didn't think this would be anything special, we were groggy and weren't up to anything major. We strolled to the showers, each one being an individual little room. "This would have been hard if we were looking for some," Michael joked. "Oh well," I replied. "We've struck gold every stop. Like today, what are the chances of walking in on him skinny dipping?" "Or that he was so experienced," Michael added. "And had the juiciest ass ever," I added. "Yeah," Michael said. "What was with that... that was awesome. I wish my ass could do that." "Lemme fuck you a hundred more times and see if it starts," I grinned. "Patience, my young padawon," Michael joked as we both entered the same room. We shut the door; there was a little barrier with a bench to put our clothes on, then the shower. It was pretty cramped, but that wasn't a problem for us. Michael had brought both the soap and shampoo, no need to forget them this time. I flipped on the water and adjusted it to the perfect temperature. Michael liked his showers hotter, to the point that it almost hurt, but he adjusted his ways when we showered together. "Wanna soap me up?" I asked, and Michael nodded. I faced the facet, Michael standing behind me. He took the bar and moved it all around my body, not paying special attention to any particular part. If we were horny he'd spend a few minutes gently washing all my private parts, but that wasn't the case. He did slip a finger past my asshole just to make sure it was nice and clean. Pretty soon he was done and it was my turn to soap him up. I did the same, just enjoying the feeling of my hand running along his smooth, wet body. I cupped his balls lightly, thanking them for providing Michael with his yummy juice. I too rubbed my finger past his asshole, just making sure it was clean. That was almost a given with Michael though, his asshole never seemed to be dirty. Every time you spread his legs apart, there it was, pink and clean as if he had just washed it. Returning back to reality, I gave his body a few light strokes with the soap and then retracted. "I'll rinse off then we'll shampoo," Michael suggested. I nodded and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. "Go ahead and wet your head," I instructed him. He complied, and turning away from me and allowing me to lather it up with the shampoo. I massaged the foam deep into his scalp, making it feel as good as I could. "God, I love it when you massage my head," Michael groaned, playing on words. "Yeah, except this head doesn't explode after I rub it for a while," I came back, finishing up my special treatment. I gently directed the water towards his head and washed it out of his silky brown hair. Shame we didn't have conditioner, we often used that while showering together. Made their hair extra smooth and silky. We switched positions, Michael now rubbing my soft red hair down with shampoo. It didn't very much shampoo for either of us because our hair was so short, but we still enjoyed it. Michael gave me the same treatment, expertly rubbing down my head with the shampoo. Whether it be my cock or my head, Michael sure had some expert hands. He gently rinsed the foam out of my head and patted me on the back. "Done," he said. "Thanks," I said. We finished our last little things up, dried off, got dressed, then headed back towards the campsite. We didn't care if anybody saw us go in or come out of the same stall, what business of it was theirs? Besides, we were still at that `innocent' age, nobody would think much of it. Upon return at the RV we checked in with my parents, allowing them to relax and go to bed. Michael and I grabbed our toothbrushes and brushed our teeth at the bathroom sink. After that, there wasn't much to do but go to bed. "So wanna just go to bed?" I asked Michael. "Yeah," he said. "We'll do something special tomorrow night at your house, I'm really tired right now." "I agree," I said. We both then stepped out of our clothing, Michael putting his boxers in his sleeping bag for when he crawled into it in the morning. We climbed naked up to my bunk and nestled in. "Goodnight," I said, turning towards Michael and kissing him on the lips. "Night sexy," he replied, gently stroking my leg with his hand. Within a few minutes, we fell asleep, exhausted. It had been quite a day, one we would soon not forget. END OF PART EIGHT. Remember to send in your ideas for the third story, which takes place between "The Beginning" and "Roadtrip"! Readers will be able to shape the story to their liking, so send in your ideas and I'll try to work them in. Send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. Thanks!