Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 14:04:22 -0500 From: Benjamin Thurmond Subject: "My Buddy's Kids" Introduction This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely coincidental. "My Buddy's Kids" involves sex between adult males and underage children. If this material is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now. This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive. It should not be reposted without the expressed written consent of the author. Please remember that the Nifty Archive is a free site for all readers and authors but it would not be possible without donations from its patrons. All donations are welcome and every bit helps keep this archive free to the public. Take a few minutes to follow the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Note to the reader: Apologies! Several people asked if I would continue the MBK series, and I've been swamped with work. Here is an additional segment, though. Enjoy! *** It was almost a year after my escapades with Sam and Liz. I was chatting with my buddy Andy when he told me, "I want to take Meg on that three day cruise, but I'm not sure what to do with the kids," Andy complained while we were chatting. He really wasn't hinting, but I wouldn't have minded if he did. I suggested, "Hey, Bud, I have wanted an opportunity to go to Kings Island, but don't have kids to make it interesting. I could take Sam and Liz for the three days that you are on the cruise." "Oh, man! That would be great! Look, we'll pay the costs on it..." "Well, maybe the entry for the kids, otherwise it means a lot to me to help out," I said, smiling. *** On a Wednesday Morning: So here I was in early June, driving down the expressway with a van and two children. We only had three small bags for our clothing. The seats behind the driver and front seat passenger had been removed to give plenty of space to lay down sleeping bags. We could find a camp site near the amusement park and simply "camp out." While I was sure we'd get some sleep, I was also sure there'd be a lot of action when we would come back from the park. "How long til we get there?" eleven year old Sam asked. He was sitting in the passenger seat. "Oh, it'll be a couple of hours," I replied. "I've never been to Kings Island, before. I hope it's fun!" Lizzy spoke up. She was sitting on the floor between our seats. While this was technically illegal, I figured as long as there wasn't a traffic problem we'd be ok. "Oh, it is!" Sam began to explain to his ten year old sister. "I went with the Taylor's last year," he turned to me and said. "There's lots to do." "So, I haven't seen you two in a long time," I began. "Tell me what's going on." The two began to talk about school and friends, but of course I was interested in how their sex had developed since I'd seen them. So, I turned the subject to my favorite topic. "Have the two of you been having any fun like we had last year?" Sam blushed a little and Lizzy giggled softly. Sam began, "Well, uh, sometimes..." "What do you mean?" I asked. Lizzy piped up, "Sam got in trouble." "Shut up!" her brother glared at her. "What happened?" I said. "Oh," Sam told me, "Mom caught me kinda playing with Andy Taylor..." "The boy he went with Kings Island with..." Lizzy interrupted until Sam glared at her again. "What do you mean, playing with'?" I prompted, wanting more info. "We were just playing with our weenies in my room and Mom walked in," Sam continued. "She went ballistic. Told use we shouldn't be doin' that stuff, and then told Andy's parents." "Bummer," I sympathized. "Have you two been able to do anything?" "Sometimes," Lizzy took over. "Not much, cause Mom might find out. But sometimes, Sam will put his hand in my pants..." "...And Lizzy will play with my thing." "Tell you what," I told the two kids, "What happens in the van stays in the van. I won't tell your Mom if you don't. This will be an extra special outing for us." "You're so cool!" they exclaimed. "Tell me something, though," I wondered. "Does your dad know what happened?" Sam responded, "I know Mom said something to Dad after I got in trouble. I overheard them talk. Dad told her that kids will be kids and not to be too concerned. But it didn't help much." "Well, again," I said, sympathetically, "what happens in the van stays in the van. Do you want to check each other out now?" Sam smiled and grinned down at Lizzy. She giggled again and got up on her knees between the seats. Looking once at me, she turned toward her brother and boldly put her hand on his young crotch. Giving a short laugh, Sam unbuckled his safety belt and it pulled back into its slot. "Do it, sis! Get my weenie out." I interjected, "It's ok to use grown up words while we're together, too." Again, Sam smiled, with just a little more lust, I noticed. Sam's voice became a little huskier as he whispered, "Do it, Lizzy, get my c...cock out." He put his hands behind his head and waited for his sister. The ten year old started to unsnap and unzip the boy's short pants. He lifted slightly as she tugged on them and soon his pubescent, hairless, boy prick was visible. It hardened up quickly as Lizzy began to play with it. "Suck it. Get between my legs and go down on it," he whispered. Lizzy maneuvered over Sam and got in front of the seat and down on her knees between her brother's legs. For a moment she played with the cocklet and nut sack, then took it her mouth. "Mmmmmm!" he moaned. "Niccccceeee!" I tried to keep my eyes on the road at least as much as looking over at the girl bobbing up and down on her brother's dick. This became more important as a semi pulled up along side of us on the passenger side. At first it was about to pass us up, then I noticed that it slowed a bit and dropped back. I couldn't see the driver from my angle, but suddenly realized that he probably could see Lizzy and Sam quite well. I softly asked, "Can you two see the truck driver over there? Don't stop, Lizzy, I think he's enjoying it." Sam looked up and I saw him wave at the driver. There was the honk of the semi's horn. Lizzy glanced up and laughing, also waved. I saw a road sign: "Rest Area - 1 Mile." With a grin, I pushed on the accelerator and pulled ahead of the truck. I had a sudden, deliciously terrible thought as I turned on the right turn signal. My excitement grew as I noticed in the rearview mirror that the semi driver also turned on his signal. "You two better straighten yourselves up," I told the kids. "Let's stop for a few minutes here and take care of nature." What can I say? We pulled in and parked the van near the restrooms. I saw the truck pull in at its designated lot just a short distance away. Fortunately, there weren't a whole lot of other people there. Sam and Lizzy, of course, thought I had just been referring to going to the bathroom. So as we got out of the van, they told me they didn't have to go right now and asked if they could they play in the grassy area. I told them sure. It never ceases to amaze me how kids can go so quickly from being so sexy then back to child-like games. As they ran out into the grass and among the trees that were there, I looked toward the semi. I nodded my head as if to say for him to come on over. It didn't take long for the door to open and the driver got out. As he walked across the lot toward us, I saw that he was big Hispanic guy. Not much over forty, if that, and in pretty good shape, standing at maybe six feet and a little over 200 pounds. As the children played, he came up to me. We greeted and then he glanced over at Lizzy and Sam. "Mighty nice lookin' kids you have there." "Yeah, we are heading to Kings Island. These two love having a good time," I smiled. The driver stuck his hands in his jeans pockets. I could tell his finger was lightly grazing his dick as he said, "Looks like they were having a real good time back there on the road." "You been on the road long?" I asked. "Yeah. Going from Atlanta to Cleveland." "A drive like that can be hard on a man," I observed as I jammed my hands in my pockets. "You can't begin to know," the driver. "Maybe you're looking for some relief?" "What I saw on the road, would do just fine," he responded. Then he added, "I don't have too much time, but maybe your little girl could help me out." I was chuckling at the thought that this driver thought Sam and Lizzy were mine. Turning, i called for my buddy's kids, "Hey, come on over!" The two children ran up. As soon as they recognized the trucker as the one they saw on the road, they became excited. Without realizing that he was setting the whole thing up, Sam blurted out, "Oh, wow! Can we see your truck?" "I'd like that, little man," the driver said as he looked down at the kids with lust gleaming in his eyes. "Me, too?" Lizzy squeeked. "Oh, yeah. Definitely you, too," he responded with a low voice. We walked over to the semi and climbed in. I sat in the passenger seat and suggested Lizzy and Sam stand in the entrance to the sleeper section as the driver gave them a brief introduction to the controls. And it was brief! "This is the shift stick. Nice and long so I can grab hold of it," he said suggestively. Sam understood immediately what he was saying and smiled. I wanted to push this forward and said, "Our friend really enjoyed watching you two, but he couldn't see real well. Lizzy, do you think you could show him what you and Sam were doing?" "I...I guess so," she answered shyly. The driver sat sideways in his seat and lightly grabbed his crotch and added, "I would sure appreciate it, baby." Sam sat himself back on the bunk, "Yeah, show em, Lizzy. Suck me again." The eleven year old quickly opened up his shorts and pulled his cocklet out. "Do it!" he almost hissed. Lizzy obeyed, getting between her brother's legs and going down on his prick. As she bobbed up and down on the shaft, the driver unfastened his jeans and release a throbbing seven incher. He began masturbating and whispering, "Oh, honey, yeah. Suck that boy. Mmmmm!" He looked to me for a moment and said what I already knew, "She sure knows what she's doing, don't she." I responded by nodding my head in her direction, as if I was giving permission. The driver moved back into the sleeper and sat beside Sam, who scooted over a few inches. The driver waved his prick at her. "Come on, do me now, sweetie. Wrap those pretty lips around this." Lizzy moved between his strong legs and quickly did as he said. She did wrap her pretty lips around his thick cock head and begin to suck. The sound of her slurping filled the cab. The driver fell back against the rear wall as he gently ran her fingers through her hair. He tried thrusting a little into Lizzy's mouth, but stopped short of choking her. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh! Oh, baby, suck my dick. Ohhhhhh!!!" Lizzy would stop and run her little tongue up and down the shaft. She paused long enough to say, "I like your sticky stuff." "Honey, there's a whole load waiting for you," the driver said. He apparently wasn't expecting Sam to be involved because he acted surprised when the boy suddenly reached over and began exploring the large scrotum underneath Lizzy's chin. He certainly didn't expect the pre-teen to comment, "Gosh, your cock is so thick...and there's so much hair." And he almost went into sexual shock as Sam leaned down and licked at his thick dick meat, below where Lizzy was sucking. The driver looked at me in disbelief as the two children played with him. "It ain't gonna take long. Not long...at...all. Ugh...ugh...oh, fuck...I'm...gonna...AUGGGHHH!!! He held Lizzy firmly on his dick as he pushed up a little. Good little girl that she is, Lizzy, began to suck and swallow as much of his thick cum load as she could. As the driver relaxed a little and his hand fell away, he whispered, "That was so fuckin' good!" Lizzy slurped down the cum that began to slip down his meaty shaft and one last bead that appeared at his piss slit... "Fuck," the trucker whispered again. "Thanks, kids." Thirty minutes after we stopped, the three of us were on the road again. Our trucker friend passed us. Sam and Lizzy waved as he blasted his horn, happy to have made a new friend.