Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 10:11:20 -0800
From: Zack McNaught <zackmcnaught@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip

DISCLAIMER: The following story involves sexual activity between an adult
and a ten year old boy. If you're reading this, that probably isn't a
problem, but if you weren't expecting it, now's your chance to jump ship
before you read something you'd rather not. Any relationship between an
adult and a child is abusive at some level, so please keep this on the page
and in your mind. It is, of course, merely the product of a fevered mind.

If you like it, please let me know at zackmcnaught@hotmail.com. More Zack
Mack stories are available on my website, www.asstr.org/~zack/

Cheers,

Zack Mack


The Road Trip

The following vignettes are taken from a road trip which I enjoyed with my
cousin's boy across the heart of America, coast to coast. There's no time
frame for them, and indeed they're not in chronological order, so they'll
jump back and forth a bit. We hired a Mustang and spent four weeks
together. I never intended for us to get involved with the things we did,
but nor do I regret the time we spent together. Fortunately, nor does Matt.

***

He came out of the bathroom into our motel room wearing a fluffy white
towel, wrapped thickly at his waist. There was something rather hot about
the way the rollover at the top of the towel was so thick compared to his
skinny tummy, which it sat just beneath. He put both hands behind his head
and rotated his hips, and the towel, in response to the immutable laws of
gravity, slowly parted and slid down his legs to pool at his feet. That
left his body entirely naked, and at its heart was the skinny spike of
flesh which bought him so much pleasure. It was standing as stiff as it
could be, right up against his tummy, too hard to be pulsing in time with
his heartbeat. He laughed as I groaned in delight at the sight, and toyed
with his dick, pushing it downwards and letting it snap back against his
lower tummy with a dull thump, before starting a slow wank with thumb and
two fingers. I threw back the covers to reveal my own hardness, which
glistened wetly at the opening of my foreskin as precum surged out. That
was the sign he was waiting for, and he ran and jumped onto the bed,
landing next to me and bouncing up onto his knees. He knelt beside me and
reached for my dick, running his hand up and down it a couple of time
before leaning over and lowering his mouth onto it. I don't know why, but
he loved to have my dick in his mouth, and took no encouraging to give me a
blowjob. With my head propped up on the pillows, I was in the perfect
position to do something for him I knew he would love.

'Matt, move your bum round. I want to lick your bum.'

He looked up at me and grinned.

'Ok Zack!'

Matt was always a bit awkward moving around in bed. He was a skinny, gangly
boy, and had a tendency to put knees and elbows where knees and elbows
weren't meant to go.

'Hang on, mate. You need to lift your leg up a bit. There you go. Now move
your bum back towards my face. There. Cool. Can you still reach to suck my
dick?'

'Yep!'

'Cool.'

I was faced with his perfect little pink pucker, in between his skinny arse
cheeks, spread wide by his position. Below that hung his perfect ball sack,
the crinkled skin in a tight hemisphere, attached to the hard root of his
penis which curved round to form his bulging perenium. I lifted my head a
little and stuck out my tongue, giving him a big, wet dog-lick right across
his orifice. He giggled and wriggled his backside in my face.

'Do that again!'

I complied, and he stiffened as I did so, and let out a big sigh. I loved
his high pitched sigh, so youthful, and a perfect accompaniment to the
little moans he gave when he was really enjoying himself. I wanted to hear
more of those sounds of a little boy in ecstacy, so I went in with my
tongue, using a combination of running around the rim and poking into the
centre to give him a great time. I realised pretty quickly that it was the
sharp intrusion into his pucker which he preffered, so I started a rhythmic
pumping of my tongue, which brought a long, drawn out moan, the vibration
of which ran down the length of my shaft, which was two inches deep in his
mouth. I made a decision.

'Matt, can I bum you?'

Although he was only ten, Matt knew all about anal sex. We'd done it three
times before (well twice - the first time had been aborted pretty quickly),
and Matt had never really got that much pleasure, although he always let me
do it to him. I felt him lift off me, and he turned round and looked at me.

'It won't hurt this time, will it?'

'Not as much as before, mate. It'll be a lot better this time. And I've
made you a bit loose back here. See?'

With that, I pushed my tongue hard against his pucker, and felt it slipping
quite a way in. Matt giggled.

'Ok then, you can put it in.'

'Ok mate, climb off and lie down, I'm just going to get some stuff.'

Matt lay back, knees bent and spread wide, one hand gravitating to his dick
to play with it while I got what I needed. He watched me go, face
expressionless. I grabbed a tube of KY from my bag, and a towel from the
bathroom, and went back to the bed. Matt scooted back a bit to give me room
to kneel, and grabbed his knees to pull his legs apart and lift his arse a
bit. I wanted to make sure he was going to be as ready as possible, so I
went back down with my tongue for a minute. This time Matt was silent - he
was obviously quite nervous. I managed to get him to the point where his
pucker stayed open on its own, not very wide, but quite well stretched. I
warmed a bit of KY on my fingers before putting them to his pucker, pushing
one in before it closed up. Matt grunted as the finger went in, but then
went quiet again. He was watching what was happening intently, brows
wrinkled. I worked the finger around for a bit, loosening the ring of
muscle. Pretty soon I reckoned he was ready for a second finger, and pushed
my middle finger in alongside my index finger. Matt gave a high-pitched
little moan, but then fell silent again. He twisted and moved a couple of
times, flexing his back, nearly pulling free of my fingers, but then
impaling himself fully on both as he moved back into position. He was
really loose now, and so with my free hand I grabbed the lube and squeezed
a bit onto my dick and ran it around.

'Are you ready, mate?'

He nodded.

'Ok, I'm going to put it in. Remember to push out like you're having a poo,
that'll make it go in easier.'

'Ok.'

It was said in a tiny little voice, and I almost chaged my mind, but there
in front of me was his now rather loose pucker, and I couldn't hold back. I
leaned over him, planting a hand just above his shoulder on the bed, using
my free hand to line my dick up with his hole. He was still intently
watching what was going on between his legs, and as the tip of my dick
pushed against his pucker I could see his tummy muscles tense as he pushed
out. Not for the first time in our sexual adventures, I was grateful that
my dick is relatively thin, and I easily managed to push in an inch before
he instinctively tightened. I saw his head fall back, eyes scrunched shut,
and teeth clenched as the pain came. It must have passed quite quikcly
though, because the jaw muscles relaxed and his eyes came open. He still
didn't look at my face, though.

'Matt, can you push out again?'

He nodded, and I pushed forward. Something opened up inside him because
suddenly I found myself almost four inches deep in his hole. It looked so
hot down there, the skin around his pucker stretched in a tight ring around
my shaft.

'Ok, mate?'

He bit his lip and nodded. I held still for a moment, and then started a
little rocking motion, not sliding in and out but trying to loosen things
up a bit. I wasn't getting any deeper in, but the tightness loosened a
little bit, and I could see him breathe more freely.

His little dick had gone completely soft, and with the position he was in
there was only a little pucker of foreskin showing between his sack and his
tummy. I reached down and fondled it a bit.

'How's it feeling now, mate.'

'It's full, like I really need to poo. Are you going to suck me when you're
finished?'

I gave him a big grin.

'I'll do anything you want, ok?'

He nodded.

'Can you make sperms on my tummy, not in my bum? It always gets in my pants
after.'

'Of course. You ready?'

He nodded again, and I took my cue. I started sliding back, and then pushed
in. Matt whimpered each time I went back in, until he loosened
sufficiently. I must have found his prostate, because his dick, which had
stubbonly refused to come back to life under my fingers, suddenly
re-inflated.

'Matt, try wanking, it might feel really good.'

His little hand went to his dick and started tugging. I held his leg up
with my spare hand, and pumped quickly, trying to reach my peak. When I
felt the surge beginning to build inside, I pulled free and started
furiously wanking. Within seconds I was spraying his dick, balls and tummy
with cum. He was breathing heavily, and his feet fell back onto the bed. He
trailed a hand through my semen and played with it.

'Yuck, you sprayed loads,' he said with a grimace.

'You usually drink it mate, it can't be that yucky.'

'It's usually in my tummy, not on it!'

'Do you want me to suck you off now, then?'

He nodded vigorously.

'Yep, suck it.'

As if to make his point, he lifted his hips off the bed and shoved a
semi-hard dick in my direction. I wiped my cum off it with the towel and
took the morsel into my mouth. Even fully hard, Matt's dick was only about
as big as my little finger, so it was easy to fit into my mouth in its
entirety. I sucked hard, bobbing up and down, trying to give him the most
pleasure I could through his thick foreskin. As I dipped my head into his
crotch, I got some of the cum on his tummy smeared in my hair, and had to
stop to wipe us both down a bit, which amused him no end. I went back down
on him, and when I looked up realised he was up on his elbows, watching
me. He looked so cute, smiling down at me in wonder, his hair matted with
sweat. As the tension in his crotch threatened to overwhelm him, Matt's
arms gave way and he fell onto his back, stretching out his legs beneath
me, hands going to the back of my head and gripping my hair. His dry cums
were always a mix opf pleasure and pain, and I heard the familiar mantra
when he reached his peak.

'Ah, ah, ow, oww, owww, get off, get off!'

He pushed me away and rolled into a ball, hands going to his crotch. I was
familiar with this, so I wasn't worried. A minute later, he was back with
me, all smiles as he langurously stretched on the bed.

'That looked like a good one, mate.'

He nodded.

'Yours looked better, though,' he responded. 'You sprayed everywhere.'

To emphasise his point, he found a bit in the hollow at the centre of his
chest and scooped it out to show me, before sucking it off his finger, more
to get rid of it than to savour the taste. I lay down and grabbed him into
a hug from behind, my newly-restored erection pushing into his back.

'Do we have to do it again?' he asked when he felt it.

'No, we're cool. I'll just wank off,' I said, moving a hand between us.

'Want me to suck you?' he asked.

'Would that be ok?'

He nodded and turned around, giving me a big smile as he pushed my shoulder
back, exposing my dick to his attentions. I smiled to myself while he, with
youthful enthusiasm, dived back down onto me.

***

He hit the latest in a string of motel room beds with a flying jump,
bouncing a foot or two into the air on the rebound. I hauled our bags
through the door and dumped them on the floor. Matt was already lying back
on the bed, in the knees-up-heels-near-the-butt position, one hand already
in his pants. The rhythmic motion of the bulge told me he wasn't just
giving his balls a scratch.

'Bloody hell, mate,' I said. 'You're really horny today aren't you?'

Matt nodded. We'd spent another day on America's interstate roads, another
leg of our epic journey. I think there's a law in America about
transporting a minor across state lines for immoral purposes or something -
I was guilty about nine times over so far. At one point Matt and I had been
engaged in a silly game of dares, and I had dared him to flash the next
trucker we went by. Matt did so in style, wiggling his erection at the guy
and getting a double blast of the air horns in return. That sealed the
deal, and he spent a significant part of the remainder of the journey with
his jeans and his pants at his knees, idly toying with his dick to keep it
hard until the next opportunity to show off. I even started to test his
resolve by keeping pace when we were alongside the cabs, exposing him for
longer and longer periods of time. Matt wasn't to be outdone, though, and
took to wanking properly when he knew he was being watched, eventually
writhing in ecstacy as he reach a little dry orgasm.

Now we were in the hotel and he was hot and horny again. I looked at him,
amazed that I'd had this chance to spend so much time with this skinny boy
god and his perpetually hard two-and-three-quarter (carefully meaured) inch
dick. His capacity for sex wore me out at times, and his willingness to do
things surprised me. I wouldn't have sucked a man off and swallowed his
load at that age, nor indeed would I have let him put his willy in my bum,
but Matt enjoyed the former and was willing to participate in the latter.

He pulled his hand out of his pants long enough to push them and his jeans
down beyond his knees to bunch around his trainers, and rolled into his
front, getting up on all fours. He wiggled his bum at me, and said,

'Zack, can you lick my bum please?'

'Yep,' I responded, making sure the curtains to the room were well shut
before shedding my shorts and t-shirt and joining him on the bed. I knelt
behind him, sitting on my heels, and leaned forward to reach his bum hole
with my tongue. He dropped his head onto the bed, with one arm bent just
above it, and the other hand snaking down to wank himself, watching me
backwards through his legs. I could feel his little ball sack jiggling just
beneath my chin as I pointed my tongue and buried it in his hole, wriggling
around for maximum effect.

Matt moaned as I worked on his hole, a high pitched little whine which was
highly erotic. His wanking quickly became furious, and then he was cumming
with a series of little, soft 'ah' sounds. All around my tongue the tight
ring of his sphincter clenched with each wave of pleasure.

I was still horny, though, and needed my release, after having watched him
wank off in the car and then stuck my tongue in his bum while he did it
again.

'Matt, turn over, mate, I want you to suck me off.'

The tired little lad flopped onto his back and pushed himself up against
the pillows so his head was propped up. He reached out a hand and grabbed
my dick as I shuffled forwards, guiding it to his mouth. He was pretty good
at it by now, and the suckling combined with the sight of my dick going
into his angelic little face with its perfect button nose, sprinkling of
freckles and mop of golden hair was enough to send me over the edge pretty
quickly. It was a big load, but he swallowed all he could. When I pulled
out he opened wide and stuck his tongue out with a 'bleugh' sound, showing
me the cum that still coated the inside of his mouth, before shutting it
and swallowing to clear the mess, then showing me it was clean with another
open mouth followed by a big grin. I smiled down at him and felt my
just-spent dick twitching back in to life.

***

We were at another identikit motel, another neon blob on at the edge of the
highway. At least this one had a pool, a fact Matt was all too eager to
take advantage of. I went down with him and watched him frolicking about in
the water, happy he was having fun. There were a couple of other kids
there, but none as attractive as my little friend. In the way that kids do,
he had soon befriended a dark-haired lad who seemed to be about the same
age, maybe a little older, and in due course the dark-haired lad was
brought over to be introduced to me.

'Zack, this is Cody.'

'Hi Cody,' I replied giving him a little wave. Behind my sunglasses I was
checking the lad out, disappointed that his baggy swimming shorts hid his
treasures from view, but generally impressed with his fit young body. He
was well tanned, too, which added to his allure.

'I'm going to show him the PSP, is that ok?'

'Of course, mate.'

I'd bought Matt a PSP as a birthday present. Without any dependents of my
own, I had a bit of spare cash to spend on the things I wanted, and buying
a PSP for Matt was one of those things. His mother (my cousin) protested
feebly, but I knew she didn't mind really. Helen's financial woes meant
that Matt didn't have a lot of stuff bought for him, and he treasured every
little thing he got.

The boys were gone for quite a while. I had been watching a promising young
lad of seven or eight, who in a couple of years would be stunning when his
hormones began to kick in, and had allowed an hour to pass without
realising it. I picked myself up from the pool lounger I was occupying and
made my way back up to my room, expecting to find the lads engrossed in the
PSP, not realising how long they'd been. For once Matt and I weren't in the
same room (some stupid hotel rule), but we had an adjoining door, so I
dropped into my room and got rid of my sunglasses and towel, and then
opened the joining door.

It didn't open straight onto the bedroom, luckily for me. As soon as I
opened it, I could hear muffled giggling, and it didn't sound like Matt's
usual laugh. Very carefully I poked my head around the corner into the
bedroom and came face to face with one hell of an erotic sight. Cody was
lying on the bed, shorts around his ankles, one hand muffling his laughter
as Matt, horny little git that he was, felated him. Matt's trunks were off,
too, lying on the floor.

I don't know why it is, but some boys find the idea of getting sucked off
funny. Perhaps its ticklish. Either way, Cody was having to surpress
laughter as Matt bobbed up and down on what looked to be a fairly nice
little dick, definitely chubbier and longer than Matt's, and as far as I
could tell, cut, probably the first cut meat Matt had ever seen in real
life. The pleasure must have started to build for the American lad, because
the hand fell away from his mouth and his eyes closed as he let out a huge
sigh. He started to wriggle around in pleasure, alternately arching his
back and pushing his hips into Matt's face.

'Dude, you better stop... ah... I'm gonna make sperms...'

Cody's warning went unheeded, though, as Matt simply intensified his
bobbing up and down. With a huge gasp, Cody came. I could see Matt's Adam's
apple bobbing once or twice as he swallowed what must have been one of the
biggest loads ever to come from a hairless crotch. As he came down off his
high, dick quickly deflating, Cody was in heaven.

'Dude, that was amazing! Where did you learn to do that?'

My heart skipped a beat, hoping Matt wouldn't drop me in it. But he was a
good boy, and simply said,

'I saw it in a porno.'

I decided now would be the time to leave, before either of them notcied me
standing there. I ducked back into my room, heading straight for the
bathroom to spray a hefty load into a wad of tissues.

***

Going to the beach was always fun. Although America is painfully short of
nudist beaches, the kids don't seem too immune to wearing speedos, so you
get a good idea what's between their legs. Of course, there was the added
benefit that Matt always enjoyed playing in the surf, and when he was tired
would come and lie on his towel on the sand next to me, often stretched out
on his tummy, with his shorts pushed a little way down to show the top of
his crack. He always said it felt really good because it was a little bit
naughty. I'm sure he would have gone further, but I made sure he kept
things PG rated in case anyone became suspicious.

Once or twice, as Matt lay on his stomach, he would twist slightly to one
side, raising his right hip off the floor and snaking a hand down
beneath. A lot of boys end up with their hands in their pants when they
sleep, but I knew full well that Matt was having a wank, not just idly
playing with himself. Occasionally a passer-by, usually a man, would let
his gaze linger on Matt's slightly raised backside and the arm which
disappeared beneath, but I just feigned innocence from behind my
sunglasses.

Every time he wanked himself on the beach, Matt would reach orgasm,
stretching his legs out, burying his hand and arm beneath him as he rolled
fully onto his front. His toes would bury themselves into the sand, and he
would let out a muffled grunt, before relaxing his muscles and pulling the
hand free, bringing it up to join the other in supporting his head as he
dozed off in the warm sun.

***

'Are you going to fiddle with me?'

It was an odd question. Matt and I were three days into our four week
journey across America, a gift to him (and more importantly his mum, who
didn't have to pay childcare for a whole month). He was the closest thing I
had to a nephew, the son of my only cousin. We were a small family, and
when Helen and Matt left for New York, I was torn apart. Eventually I would
settle there myself, just to be near them both.

What was odd about the question was not that he asked it at all (after all,
kids are filled with paranoia by society), but that he'd used the term
'fiddle'. Molest I could understand, but 'fiddle' was real old school
stuff.

'Why do you ask, mate?'

He thought about it for a minute, probably trying to be diplomatic despite
his bluntness.

'Mum said that when men look at you in a certain way, they want to fiddle
with you, and you shouldn't let them.'

'And I've been looking at you that way, have I?' I asked, making the
incredulity in my voice as authentic as it could be, even though I knew
full well I'd been looking at him that way ever since I got to New York.

'Well, you did look at my willy when we were weeing at the last service
station.'

I tried to muster a convincing lie, but only managed,

'No I didn't, mate.'

'Yes you did, I saw. It's ok though, I looked at yours, so we're even.'

Well, that was weird. The childish logic sort of made sense, I suppose.

'Oh, you did, did you?'

'Yep!' he said, a big grin plastered across his face. 'It was wrinkly and
hairy.'

Well, that just about summed up any adult dick you care to mention, but I
didn't think he was lying to me.

'And why did you look at it?'

Matt shrugged.

'Dunno. Wanted to see what yours was like. It's bigger than mine.'

'That's because I'm a lot older than you are.'

'Oh yeah, I know that, I was just saying.'

We carried on in silence for a bit, although I could tell the cogs were
turning inside his head.

'So are you going to?'

'To what, mate?'

'Fiddle with me.'

'Er, no. not unless you want me to.'

'Right.'

The conversation was having a rather visible effect on him, a lump forming
in the crotch of his jeans. He tugged at it a couple of time, and I
couldn't help but watch his hands moving.

'Ha, told you you were looking at me like that!' he exclaimed, a note of
triumph in his voice. I blushed, not really knowing what to say, suddenly
feeling very hot in the confines of the car, despite the aircon. To
emphasise his point, he tugged at his dick some more, deliberately teasing
me with the sight of his hand in his lap. I believed that this was nothing
more than youthful exuberance, rather than an actual attempt to start
something, but I wasn't about to be fussy about the distinction - there was
a hot young lad in the passnger seat of my rented Mustang, and he was
playing with his dick. That was all I needed to know.

'Having fun there?' I asked, trying to be lighthearted despite the fact
that my pulse rate must have been over 200.

'It's better when I do it in bed,' Matt replied, giving me a big grin to
finish the sentence.

'I bet it is, mate. None of these stupid clothes to get in the way, right?'

'Yep. And I can play with it without anyone telling me off.'

I was a little annoyed to find out that someone had been chastising the boy
about masturbating, and thought I'd redress the balance a bit.

'Well, you don't have to worry, I won't ever tell you off for it.'

Matt looked sideways at me. He was thinking hard about something, trying to
make a decision.

'Right,' he said after a moment, and proceeded to undo his belt and
trousers, and push them, along with his light blue jockeys, down to his
knees. At that point, I think I had a small heart attack. Let's just get
this straight, shall we? There, in the passenger seat of my hired Mustang
(it's worth mentioning that bit again), was a mop-haired, blonde ten year
old, with a gorgeous button nose, full, red lips and a smattering of
freckles beneath his rich, brown eyes. He had his jeans and pants down
around his knees, and protruding from his naked, hairless crotch was
something like three inches of perfectly straight, rock hard, uncut little
boy cock, being toyed with by the thumb and first two fingers of his right
hand.

I had no idea where this exhibitionist streak had come from, and indeed why
it was manifesting itself here and now. I really didn't think I'd done that
much to encourage him, though I suppose I could have tried rather more
active discouragement. I think he must have just been awash with the very
first hormones of puberty and desperate to find an outlet for the sexual
tension he was feeling.

He waited until I was as engrossed as I could be without crashing the car,
and said, in a coquettish little voice which was utterly unexpected,

'Are you sure you aren't going to try to fiddle with me?'

I couldn't help but lose my resolve.