Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 00:13:57 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part IX

Here is the last of nine parts! The story is now done and focus can be
switched to the NEW STORY. Sorry this final chapter took so long to put
out, but I was sent a good idea and just had to write a second chapter to
the next story (it still can go in any direction) and also changed a few
things in this chapter that helps it flow better into the new
story. Anyways, it is finally here.

Okay readers... NOW IS THE TIME. You can create the next story involving
Michael, Marcus, and Danny. Remember it will take place inbetween the first
two stories, but other than that, feel free to create. No matter how small
or seemingly bad your idea is, please send it. I want everyone who sends
their idea (reasonable ones at least) to see it implemented somewhat during
the course of the story. So, if you've already written, write again! If you
have enjoyed the story and haven't wrote, now would be an awesome time to
give your feedback! I will post the first two chapters of the new story
soon, but they are pretty general so it won't throw any suggestions off
really.

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/IDEAS to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love to
hear from you.




Chapter Nine: A Night Alone

I awoke to the sounds of the parents yawning and gently talking to one
another. Michael apparently was also wakened by the noise, as he gently
kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for a good night's sleep. I watched
his tight ass climb down and slip into his own bed, his sleeping bag
shaking as he put on his boxers. I pulled my own sleeping bag tight up
against my neck, trying to trap all the heat we had created together.

We both dozed back off for another hour or so, my parents didn't bother to
wake us since they knew we had showered last night and were in no real
hurry. The trip today would only last about three hours, and then we'd be
back home in Olympia. Michael would be spending the night, and I'm sure
we'd have a grand finale to our road trip.

I was woken up again when the bed shook and I knew Michael was getting out
of it. I poked my head over the edge and looked at him, his big brown puppy
eyes staring back.

"Ready to get up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," I said yawning. I reached down and found my boxers,
slipping them on before crawling out. We both slapped on shorts and a
tee-shirt, the staple of this whole trip. Michael had tanned a lot on the
road trip, while I didn't so much. I was slightly darker, but I just didn't
have the type of skin that tanned. When I would express jealousy of his
ability to tan Michael always reminded me that that's the way I was, and
that's why he loved me.

For breakfast we had donuts bought yesterday at the store by my parents,
and Fruit Loops, also new. We ate happily and knew we should fill up, as
lunch would probably just be sandwiches along the side of the road again.

"So did you boys enjoy the trip?" my mom asked.

"It was fun," I said, "much better with Michael coming along."

"Well he's welcome any time," my mom said, causing Michael and I to glance
at each other and grin. Perhaps there would be more road trips to come.

"You boys seemed to have fun and make friends," my dad chimed in.

"Yup," Michael said. "Sam and Corey were the best, we became really good
friends."

"We'll make sure you boys see each other," my mom assured us. I think she
knew that's what we wanted and were afraid she wouldn't allow it.

"Thanks," I grinned.

After breakfast my mom and dad went to shower, leaving Michael and I alone
in the RV. Normally this would mean something mischievous, but we had to
save that for later tonight. We played war again, this time with me
winning.

"Dammit," Michael frowned, "I'm not on my game this morning."

"You know the all time series is like two hundred to two hundred right?" I
asked him. "Cause there's a fifty percent chance you'll win, no skill
involved."

"That's what you think rookie," Michael shot back, a sly grin on his face.

By the time we had finished that first game, my parents had returned from
their showers. I never got that about adults, their showers had to be quick
as possible. Why not enjoy them? Then again, they weren't taking them with
their hot ass friend and rubbing each other down with soap. That led me to
think of Jake, our first real sexual encounter this trip. His cute little
dick and nice load. Oh, and right after that in the woods with Michael. Uh
oh, a boner had hatched. I adjusted it down my leg and tried to think of
something else.

We rolled out of the campsite at ten o'clock, eager to get home and
unwind. After a while on the road, you don't even care about entertaining
yourself, it's too much work, and instead are content to just sit there and
stare at the road. That's what Michael and I did for most of the trip until
lunch, I was reflecting upon all of our experiences this week, and I
guessed he was too by the size of boner he had brewing. He made no effort
to hide it, and my parents were paying us no heed.

By the time we stopped for lunch, we were back in our home state of
Washington. As was predicted, it was only sandwiches, but that was fine
with all of us. We all wanted to get home, albeit for slightly different
reasons.

Pretty soon we were back in the RV and only an hour away from home. Michael
and I flipped on the TV and watched a fuzzy home shopping network. At this
point we were just trying to find something to entertain ourselves, so we
really didn't care. It was good to see the "Now Entering the State Capitol,
Olympia" sign, and we knew it was only minutes away. It was about two
o'clock so Michael and I still had a lot of time before "happy time," as
Michael had called it once before.

After stopping for gas to fill the RV up for the people who lent it to us,
we rolled into my neighborhood and into our driveway.

"Sure feels good to be home," my mom commented, unbuckling once my dad had
come to a complete stop. By that time Michael and I were already halfway
out the door.

"Let's play basketball!" Michael suggested, bouncing around and glad to be
not sitting for once.

"Alright," I agreed. It would probably turn into us backing down and
grinding into one another every time, as usual.

"Let's go play at the school," Michael suggested, referring to the
elementary school a few blocks away.

"Good idea," I said, knowing that if we hung around, we'd probably be asked
to help clean the RV. We had actually kept it very clean, so I don't think
there was much work anyways. I told my mom of our plan, and she agreed. I
ran inside the garage and grabbed the ball, and we started to jog to the
school. Normally we'd walk, but we had too much energy. We also had to make
sure we didn't burn all of it and leave some for tonight.

"Shoot for ball," I told Michael, flipping him the ball. He loaded it up,
cocked his head, and released the ball.

Swish.

"My ball," Michael said, strutting around. I wasn't surprised that this boy
showed no rust after over a week of not shooting.

We played for over an hour, grinding into each other, working up a sweat
and boners of course. Michael killed me as usual, but he wasn't able to
double my score, a small victory for myself. He was just too athletic and
flexible, something that I'd have to remember for later on. We had to
invent a new position for sex, and with his versatility, I'm sure it could
be done quite easily.

We returned home to find my mom in the garage cleaning.

"Where's Dad?" I asked, looking around.

"Went to go give the RV back to Dave," my mom said half mindedly. She was
pretty burnt out from all the time on the road I think.

"Ah," I said, as Michael and I headed inside. The house was stuffy and hot,
a result of it sitting in what had been a heat wave while we were gone.

"Wanna close up your room?" Michael asked, thinking ahead to tonight. We
had loved each other in hot room before, it added a whole new
element. Sweat starts to pour and very thing becomes shiny and
smooth. Although we usually sweated a little at normal temperatures, we
enjoyed the feeling of shedding all that sweat while pleasuring each other.

"Yeah," I said eagerly, as we hopped up to my room and closed the heating
grate so the air conditioning could not come in. We shut my door and
exited, headed towards the bonus room. We flipped on the TV, then X-BOX,
putting in Madden football. He always beat me in that too, in fact, just
about everything. I didn't care, I just enjoyed his company. A sudden rush
of come over me as I pinned him down against the couch and glared deep into
his brown eyes.

"Thanks for the wonderful trip," I said, kissing him on the lips.

"Thanks for inviting me," Michael said, reaching up and initiating contact
with my lips. We slipped our tongues into each other's mouths and
passionately kissed for a few minutes. Our bodies were locked together,
myself on top, my boner pressing into Michael's own rock hard
crotch. During this time Michael incurred about five delay of game
penalties, pushing his field position to third and twenty eight. We pulled
away from one another, both feeling slightly lightheaded and in a state of
ecstasy, but we knew we couldn't give in now. We turned our attention back
to the game, where Michael heaved a fifty yard pass downfield for the first
down.

"Just because you're hot doesn't mean I'm gonna let you win," Michael said
jokingly.

"The only reason you win is because I concentrate on you, not the game," I
shot back, grinning.

We finished the long game (full length quarters), Michael beating me
184-125. We always said we'd try the hard setting, but we never did. It was
just too much fun to beat the living crap out of each other. By the time
that was over, it was nearly six o'clock and time for dinner. We watched a
little TV, smelling the food, our stomachs rumbling. Pretty soon my mom
called to us, telling us to wash up. We headed to the bathroom and soaped
up, running downstairs like starved animals.

"What were you guys playing up there?" my mom asked.

"Madden football on the X-BOX," I replied.

"You sure giggled a lot," my mom said, smiling.

"Yeah, it's a fun game," Michael grinned.

Dinner was chicken, pasta, and salad. It hit just the right spot, and we
knew the chicken was supposed to give us long term energy. I couldn't wait
for tonight, and I think Michael was the same. We hadn't really been with
each other alone for a long time, Jake really.

After dinner we wandered back up stairs and I remembered that Sam and Corey
should be home and online.

"We should see if Sam and Corey are home," I said, my eyes lighting up.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, giving me a huge grin.

We booted up the computer and signed in under my screen name.

Dan0578: hey!  sambball91: yo Dan0578: how's it going?  sambball91: good,
tired from the trip Dan0578: us too... michael is here sambball91:
cool. did you guys want to try out the webcam thing?  Dan0578: ya sure, but
we can't really do much now sambball91: same here, but we should make sure
it works Dan0578: ok, ready

Sam sent an invitation for a video chat and I accepted. After a rather long
connecting period, Sam's fuzzy image graced our computer screen.

Dan0578: sweet it works sambball91: yeh awesome Dan0578: not very smooth
tho sambball91: yea but its better than nothing Dan0578: yup totally

Michael glanced around, making sure nobody was looking, and then pulled his
pants down, revealing a raging boner to the camera. I joined him, pulling
down my boxers and giving Sam a quick peek. We both put our shorts back on
quickly though, as I could hear my mom moving about the upstairs.
sambball91: wish i was there Dan0578: eh you will be soon enough

Sam returned the favor for us, although Corey was already tuckered out and
sleeping in bed.

sambball91: well i should probably go Dan0578: ok, ttyl sexy sambball91:
later

I closed the instant messenger and shut off the computer, figuring that was
the last we'd use of it tonight.

"Glad it works with them," Michael said. At first it wouldn't work for
Michael or I, but when Michael got a new computer, for some reason it
started to connect. Neither one of us was a technology expert, so we just
decided fate was on our side.

We flipped on the TV and watched numbly until my parents went to bed.

"Goodnight boys," my mom said, poking her head in.

"Night," we said in unison, both knowing it wasn't long now. The capper to
the best vacation ever was about to ensue. We watched the TV for fifteen
more minutes until the urge overcame us and we couldn't wait longer. We
looked at each other and nodded, flipping off the TV and walked towards my
room.

"Lemme get the lotion," I said, taking a pit stop at the bathroom.

"Now that you mention it, I need to clear my bowels," Michael said,
wandering into the bathroom with me. That would a nice, a guaranteed clean
fuck.

My bowels started to rumble as he mentioned it and I could feel my own shit
start to lower in my bowels.

"Me too," I said. "Let's go at the same time."

"How?" Michael asked.

"Remember the school bathroom meetings?," I asked.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, recalling the experience. He took his clothes off
and sat down on the toilet in a normal fashion, waiting for me to join him.

I dropped all my clothes as well, my own dick leaking precum. I sat down on
top of his spread apart legs, pulling my cheeks back and making sure the
poop would have a clear path. I arranged my anus so it was right in the
middle of the toilet and wouldn't touch Michael while coming out. I then
leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder and sighed.

"I like this," Michael said, enjoying the experience.

"Yeah," I said, feeling the light heartbeat of my mate.

My butt slowly opened up and the head of my poop poked out. I could hear
Michael's begin to do the same thing, making a slight crackling sound as it
slowly rolled out of him. He started to rub my back and I returned the
favor. My poop plopped into the toilet, Michael's not soon after. I started
to pee, my erect penis causing it to go all over Michael and myself. He
then started to pee too, mixing with mine. It was a sensual and erotic
experience to have over warm urine mix and pour all over us. Pretty soon we
were done, as I slowly sat up from Michael legs and toweled my chest and
thighs off. Michael got up and well, drying off with the same towel. We
looked into the toilet, our two poops intertwined like we were destined to
be. We flushed before wiping, knowing it would require a bit extra toilet
paper to get our assholes super clean for our partners. We walked out,
still fully erect, and ready to finally release all our sexual tension.

"Damn," Michael said as we entered my room. It had stayed very warm, unlike
the rest of the house which had cooled.

"Perfect," I said, feeling myself already begin to sweat. I stripped of the
comforter and top sheet, just leaving the cool and soft bottom sheet for us
to act out our desires. Michael pecked me on the lips as we crawled onto
the bed.

"Fuck?" Michael asked, paralyzing me with his deep eyes.

"Yeah," I said.

"You can go first," Michael said, lightly groaning already. He lay back and
pulled apart his legs, revealing his cute, tight asshole I stuck my nose
into it, taking a deep breath and being intoxicated by the aroma. The
wrinkled skin around it was moving around like a flag in the breeze, eager
to accept my smooth shaft.

"Fuck me," Michael murmured, head back and eyes closed. His body was
already shinning with sweat and his hair damp from the experience. I looked
at his erect cocklet, leaking precum all over his chest. That would be a
treat for me after the fuck, as I grabbed the bottle of lotion and lather
up my own cock. It was as hard as it's ever been, pulsing with every beat
of my heart. I moved it into position on Michael's anus, then pushed in. It
slipped in with little resistance, his hole now completely used to having
my dick inside of it. Everything inside was slick and clean from his recent
bowel movement. I slowly pushed in until my pubis pressed hard against the
area between his boyrose and his balls. I grabbed his calves and slowly
slid back out, my dick jumping with sensations. Michael moaned loudly,
enjoying every minute of my slow and sensual treatment. Slowly I went back
in, almost ready to cum on the spot. I looked at Michael's face, strained
with pleasure and dripping with sweat. I loved this boy so much and wanted
to spend every waking moment with him. I lowered my head on his chest,
feeling his heart beat as I continued to slowly fuck in and out, my hips
getting another workout. I picked up my head and planted my lips on his,
slipping my tongue in and moving it all around inside his mouth. Normally
that was his move, but he didn't mind a bit, returning the favor. And
that's how we stayed for the next couple of minutes, deadlocked in a kiss
with me slowly fucking in and out. His anus felt like home to me, a
comforting feeling that transmitted throughout my whole body. I felt well
all over, completely relaxed and comfortable as I fucked him slowly. I
could feel my body tense up and knew it wasn't long. I continued to make
out with him but reached my hands over and pulled his legs back further;
clearing the area for what should be one hell of an explosion.

"I love you," I whispered, trying my best to hold back the eminent orgasm.

"I love you too Danny," Michael said passionately back, his mouth just
inches from mine. That sent me over the edge, as I shot time and time again
into his warm bowels. My balls slapped loudly against his butt and I moaned
with pleasure. I must've heaved about twenty times and probably shot the
most I had ever done. I slowly came to a stop and let my dick out, it extra
sensitive and twitching with every move. The top was streamed with my own
cum, the rest of it shining with the juices of Michael. I peeled our damp
bodies apart and licked the precum off of Michael's chest, enjoying the
sweet taste and falling back against the bed in exhaustion. There was no
better feeling in the world than what I was feeling right then.

I felt my legs being lifted from under the knees and brought towards my
chest. Michael was rearing and ready to go. I spread them apart as much as
I could for him, still slightly comatose from my orgasm. He grabbed the
bottle of lotion and lubed both of us up with probably more than was
necessary. He brought it to my hole and pressed inward, my sphincter giving
into the pressure. It slipped in neatly and he slowly began to fuck like I
had. I just lay back and enjoyed the feelings of his cock inside my bowels,
the wetness of sweat between us. His hair was damp and letting drops of
sweat onto my chest, which was heaving with pleasure.

"Yes, oh yes, yes," Michael exhaled, picking up his pace. I think he was a
little too horny and revved up to make this thing last. I reached my hands
around and grabbed his ass, helping it to penetrate deeper. He returned by
lowering his head and frenching me much like I had done to him. The
feelings finally overcame Michael, who screamed and began to orgasm. Shot
after shot of his hot cum splashed inside of me, about six in all. Me and
him were both moaning loudly, but I was pretty sure my parents would sleep
through it. They were dog tired from the trip, plus they were used to loud
noises when my friends stayed over. Michael stopped shivering but didn't
pull his cock out. It slowly became soft and my bowels pooped it out.

"Thanks for the wonderful trip," Michael said, falling back against the
bed.

"No... thank you," I said. We snuggled up and cuddled, slowly falling to
sleep. Cum leaked from our anuses and onto the soft sheets, damp from our
sweet. We fell asleep pressed against one another without even a blanket on
top of us.

"Boys, Michael's mom is here!"

I jumped up to the sound of my mom's voice. I looked at my door, which was
locked. Phew.

"Okay," I called back, not wanting her to come up and try to wake us
herself. Michael and I were still cuddled up against one another naked.

"Damn," Michael said, still groggy. He got up and threw on his clothes,
picked up his bag, then walked over to me.

"Thanks again," he said, planting a kiss on my lips.

"No problem," I said. "Thanks for the great trip and night last night."

"It was fun," Michael grinned.

"We should have a sleepover with Marcus soon."

"Yeah, soon," Michael said. Now that it was summer we'd probably be able to
sleep over and do stuff a majority of the time. Michael's family deserved
to have him for a while though. I slipped on a pair of boxers and walked
downstairs with Michael.

"Hey guys, how was it?" Michael's mom asked.

"Great," Michael said.

"You gonna tell me all about it?" Michael mom said.

"Everything," Michael said, grinning. "All the juicy details."

"Okay, good," Michael's mom laughed.

I laughed along, clued into a joke only Michael and I knew about.

"Bye!" I shouted as they left.

"Bye!" Michael called back, entering his van.

I went back into the house and up to my room. It still smelled lightly of
sex as I collapsed on the bed. What a week.

THE END


Okay, folks the story is over. I really hope you enjoyed it... now please
SEND IDEAS for the next story! Also if you enjoyed the "Roadtrip" story,
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