Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2005 23:14:55 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Roadtrip: Part VII Here is the seventh of nine parts. 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 Seven: Universal Studios and a Hard Good-Bye I awoke to the sound of feet walking lightly against the carpeting. Just by the rhythm of steps I could tell it was Michael. "What's up?" I asked sleepily. "Their mom came by to say we should get up since we're leaving in an hour," Michael said. "I threw the sleeping bag on the floor for affect." Michael was always thinking ahead like that. I turned and looked at Corey, who was awake to my right, now lying on his back. I reached over and slowly stroked his soft brown hair. "Good morning," he said, turning towards me and smiling. "Hey," I said, looking into his dark brown eyes and gently rubbing his soft stomach. I flipped over to my other side to find Sam on his side facing towards me, still asleep. I thought about moving down and starting to suck his dick to wake him up, but that probably wasn't the best thing to do. Instead, I decided to kiss him, gently putting my lips on his and keeping them there until his eyes opened. He looked surprised at first, but then poked his tongue out, and we proceeded to kiss for a good ten seconds or so. We both now had boners and were poking each other with them. "Hmmm," Sam managed to get out, smiling at me. "We'd better shower and stuff," I told him, "because we have to leave in an hour for Universal Studios." "Okay," he said. I reached over and found Corey now lying on his stomach. I gave his butt a few pats, telling him he should get up. I was in heaven being in such close terms with two beautiful boys. I could hear Michael filling the bathtub and wondered what he might be doing that for. He must have a reason because normally he is the shower type of guy. I climbed out of the bed, my member at full attention. Sam looked at it and smiled, also climbing out with a huge erection. Corey crawled out, laughed at our erect penises, but wasn't hard himself. In a few minutes I'm sure that would change. We wandered to the bathroom, the water no longer running, to find the tub filled with only about four inches of water. "Uh, dude," Sam said, "we need more than that to get clean." "I know," Michael said. "But we have to have some fun first. It will probably be our last time together." We all were silent as that reality sunk in. I was sure we'd see each other another time, but for a long time, this was the last time I'd be with these boys. "So what should we do?" Sam asked. "I was thinking we just blow each other off and taste each other for the last time," Michael said. "Well, hopefully not the last time, but last for a while." "Sounds good," I said. I wanted to give up Sam to Michael for the last time, he deserved his load after all the work he put into getting us into this situation. "Sam and Michael, Me and Corey?" "You sure?" Michael asked. "I got Sam last time." "Yeah, go for it," I said. "You deserve it." He smiled at me. "Thanks," he said. "Don't worry, I won't hog it all." Whatever that meant. We climbed into the bathtub, Corey situating himself on the small bench for handicapped people. I got on my knees, my head at perfect level with his crotch. Meanwhile, Michael was sprawled out on the bottom of the bathtub, head barely above the water, and Sam hovering over him. It was go time. I leaned over and studied Corey's erect cock for the last time. His testicles where hanging relatively loose for a ten year old, probably due to the fact we were just all in a nice warm bed. His rather short boyhood poked straight out from his belly as I leaned over and kissed it on the head. He giggled while I started to blow him slowly, trying to make his last orgasm his best. Up and down I went, slowly working him up to a dry climax. For now I was using both hands to stroke his smooth, soft thighs in rhythm with my mouth on his cock. In a few minutes I'd use one hand to start playing with his balls. Upon that thought I let his dick out of my mouth, watching it flop around shining with my spit, and moved to his balls. I rolled each one around in my mouth, savoring the texture and flavor of his scrotum. He had absolutely no hair anywhere on his sack; even Marcus at first contact had some light hairs. I let his balls out of my mouth. "Some day, those are going to produce some might fine juice," I told him. He giggled. "I hope so... that rhymed." "Yeah, I guess it did," I laughed. "Just don't grow up too fast, you're special just the way you are." Michael had said similar words to me when we first met and I was still hairless and not shooting anything. They made me feel so good about myself, it was the least I could do to pass them on to another. I moved back to his cock, continuing the slow, sensual treatment. Corey was groaning and opening his legs wider, a sign that I was doing my job. I continued my rhythm, bobbing up and down, enjoying every minute of this experience. His balls tasted great, not like soap or just normal skin, but a rather distinct, sweet flavor. That was probably due to the fact he hadn't showered in a day or two, but I couldn't be happier. "Ohhh shiiiiiittt," I heard Michael pant as he exploded into Sam's mouth. I watched his hot little body spasm out of control, banging loudly against the bathtub. His stomach muscles were tight, revealing a six pack that you only would see in such situations. The muscles on his legs were well defined as well as he tensed up and tried to release all the pleasure that had been built up by Sam. I was interrupted by the sudden hardening of Corey's cock, giving me the signal he was about to blow. I continued to hold my rhythm as he started to shiver in my mouth, his body not really thrusting as much since he was sitting. I could feel it harden and soften rapidly, like a heartbeat, in my mouth. It totaled about ten dry shots, and I slowly released his balls from my mouth. "That was great," he said, dick slowly shrinking. "Glad to hear that," I said, bowing down and kissing his sweet, soft balls for the last time. I glanced over at Michael, slowly sitting up after having what appeared to be a huge orgasm. "Well, normally I'd suggest we rest a second," Sam said, "but we gotta leave soon and we don't need the parents barging in to see what's up." "You're probably right," I said. Corey motioned for me to sit down on the bench, which I did, while Michael and Sam switched positions as well. This was it, our last hurrah. My thoughts were interrupted when Corey's mouth came in contact with my boyhood. I looked down at the ten year old, my cock pretty big in comparison with his rather small mouth. He'd have to get used to it though if he and Sam would continue such activities after this, which I'm sure they would. He seemed to be pretty used to it though, stroking and sucking my cock with ease. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his mouth going up and down on my shaft, my head rubbing against the top of mouth and tongue. I could feel his little breaths exhaled from his nose onto my pubis, making the area around my few hairs tingle. He couldn't quite swallow the full length of my cock, but that was okay. He was doing a great job. I glanced over at Michael, slowly moving up and down on Sam's cock, giving it his heavenly "slow massage" technique. Corey's approach was more basic, but it sure got the job done. I could feel myself starting to climax. I took a deep breath and tried to hold it back as long as possible. My dick got that extra rush of blood and became even harder, but I managed to keep the orgasm at bay. Corey sucked for another twenty seconds or so before I could go no longer, thrusting mightily into his mouth. I nearly flew out of the chair I orgasmed so hard, but Corey was able to absorb the shock and keep on sucking. I blew about four times, one of my larger orgasms, before finally coming to a stop. Corey slowly slid my shrinking cock out of his mouth, running his tongue along my super sensitive head, making me convulse a few times. He made eye contact with me, and I stared into his deep brown eyes and smiled. He looked down as if to motion towards his mouth, which my eyes wandered to, finding it open with my cum pooled on his tongue. It was a pretty good amount for me. Corey, still not one to swallow, spit it out into the swallow bath water. He then bent over and kissed my balls much like I had done to him. For someone who was pretty clueless about stuff like this at the beginning, he sure caught on quickly. "Come here," I said, gently patting my lap with my hand. He got up and sat down, his back to me as he watched the finale of Sam and Michael. Ideally he would have sat turned toward me, but I understood his desire to watch Sam and Michael finish it off. I just enjoyed the feeling of his firm butt against my crotch and thighs. I reached my right hand around and gently played with his balls, rolling his cock around and gently massaging his testicles with my fingers. I rested my head against his smooth back like a pillow, watching Michael slowly bring Sam to climax. I heard the deep, rythmatic breathing of Sam and by the look of his muscles, knew he was about to climax. His little belly tensed up, becoming one big mass puffing out from his body, and the muscles on his legs became well defined as he started to blow into Michael's mouth. Michael placed his hands on either side of Sam to help support himself and absorb the blows of Sam's monster orgasm. I could tell Sam must have shot a lot by the amount of times he thrust into Michael's mouth, about a dozen in all. My guess was about half were cum filled, and I was glad Michael was able to have his delicious cum one more time. Slowly Sam came to a stop and Michael retracted his head. Sam's cock quickly became soft, flopping back onto his pubic hair and laying against his belly. Michael got to his knees and walked to me, coming at me as if to kiss me. `This is odd,' I thought, adjusting Corey so I could reach Michael's lips. Our lips contacted, and I could feel Michael's tongue press and try to get into my mouth. He wanted to French apparently, and I opened up to allow him to do so. It then dawned on me he was yet to swallow Sam's cum and was trying to share it with me. My love for Michael reached an all time peak right there, it just showed no matter what, I was in his mind and he cared about me. I allowed him to shovel half the cum into my mouth, and believe me, there was plenty to go around. I swallowed it slowly, enjoying Sam's cum for the last time. Michael slowly retracted, smiling and also swallowing his cum. By now, Sam was slowly getting up, rubbing his head as if he had just got whacked by a baseball bat. I lifted Corey up off my lap, giving his butt a light slap on the way. "We'd better finish showering quick," I suggested, worrying about the time. "Good idea," Michael agreed, flipping on the shower and shutting the curtain. We finished up quickly, just shampooing our hair and forgetting about the whole soap thing. At our age, and with deodorant, you could do that. We shuffled out of the shower, still slightly comatose due to our orgasms, partly saddened due to it being the last time. We dried off and got dressed in silence, reflecting upon the special relationship we had built. Michael and I helped them pack up their bags, which had spread out across the hotel room over the course of three days. Once that was done, we all gathered at the door, turning toward each other before leaving. "Thanks for a great two days," Sam said, taking one arm and hugging Corey with it. "I had fun," Corey piped in. "No, thank you," Michael said. "These last few days have been out of this world. I couldn't think of a better three people to share these experiences with than you all." "I'm just glad we all found each other and this topic came up easily," I added, just realizing that fact moments ago. Michael and I being horny and latching ourselves to the jets in the hot tub, in retrospect, probably caused all of this. I was starting to get teary eyed, and I realized Sam and Michael were the same way. "We can't cry now," Sam sniffed, "we still have a full day ahead of us at Universal Studios." "Besides, we're men," Michael said in his best macho voice. "We don't cry." We all laughed at that, looked longingly one last time at the room that provided all these memories, and opened the door. The parents also had just entered the hallway with their bags. "You boys all packed?" "Yup," Sam and Cory replied. "Okay good, go load it in the car." "Well, we gotta go pack and stuff," I said. "See you at Universal." "See ya!" Nine thirty. That was our time to meet them at the front gates of Universal. The parents had set it up last night while out to dinner, so we need not worry about not finding them once arriving. Michael and I walked back sullen to our room and entered. "You boys look sad," my mom commented. "Yeah, it's just hard to know we have to leave," I said. Maybe this was a good time to milk the location thing. "Then again, they only live an hour away, so can we see each other every so often?" "You boys bonding so great, I would feel guilty not letting you," my mom replied. "Anyways, pack your bags, we have to leave." Michael and I high-fived, then started to pack. Our things weren't very scattered, so it only took a few minutes to get ready. Before we knew it, we were out the door and in the RV, headed west towards Universal Studios. It took a while in the bad Los Angeles traffic, but we finally arrived at Universal Studios and saw Sam's family waiting for us at the main gate. We greeted each other than set a meeting time; noon at the little café. There we would have lunch and then afterwards go on rides with the adults, but until then, we were free to roam. We were going to leave at four, them a little later, so we had to make sure and see as much as we could. "Let's go!" Michael urged, as we finally broke off from the parents and started on our own. Sam and Corey were both wearing cargo shorts and a white tee-shirt. They looked so much alike, except for the age difference. "So what do you want to ride?" Sam asked as we glared at the capsule used in Apollo 13. "Let's ride the Jurassic Park one first," I suggested, pointing towards the sign. It seemed to be the main highlight of the park, which was just as crowded as Disney Land. They all agreed and we happily bounced toward the ride. Our spirits had picked up since the morning as we realized there was no reason to pout, just enjoy the park and the time together. "A lot less decorated line dealies than Disney Land," Corey remarked as we got in line. He was right; the line was just a maze of bars inside a grass hut. The estimated wait time was about an hour, which was fine with us. "So how'd you two hook up?" Sam asked while waiting, referring to Michael and myself. "Well Michael and I had been friends for a while, not total best friends really until last year," I said. "I didn't have the balls to try and get him na—you know, before we were best friends," Michael chimed in, watching what he said in this public, crowded place. "Ha, you would now," I said. "True," Michael said, Sam and Corey laughing at the fact they made that true. "Anyways," I continued, "we had a sleepover with our other friend you've heard about, Marcus, and well... how did it happen?" "The hut tub truth or dare," Michael reminded me. "Oh that's right," I remembered. "We wanted to play truth or dare, but we couldn't really inside because we had to be quiet. So we decided to do it outside, and it was like freezing, so naturally it would be in the hot tub." "Uh oh," Sam grinned. I made sure nobody was paying special attention to our conversation, then continued. "Well, we didn't have our swim suits..." "I can see where this is going," Sam laughed. "Well, not exactly," I told him. "So it was suggested that we all slip into the hot tub with the bubbles and stuff going bare while the other people closed their eyes. We all agreed to that and went in; and it worked, you couldn't see anything." "Except I didn't really close my eyes," Michael said, grinning. It was news to me, might have bothered me at the time, didn't now. "I kept mine closed, most the time," I responded, punching him in the shoulder. "So then what happened?" Sam asked, obviously aroused by the story. "Well, of course when you're in that situation playing truth or dare, stuff is going to happen," I said. "It was only a matter of time before I got the dare to run across the yard. They were supposed to close their eyes but they didn't of course." "I was enjoying every second of that," Michael said. "Was thinking... damnnnnnnn, I want him." We all laughed. It was loud and nobody around us seemed to take note of the conversation. We were speaking pretty quietly anyways. "Anywho, then of course I had to get revenge, so I got Marcus. Then Marcus got Michael." "I remember that," Michael laughed. "So Michael comes out with the biggest... you know... you've ever seen. So then of course we have to compare, and that ended up involving touching the other's... you know." "So what did you do after that?" "Well then we noticed it felt good to have someone else do it. Then Michael, I think, chimed in about hearing about `whacking off.' We knew the basics of it, so we agreed to go inside and test it out on each other." "And the rest is history," Michael said, slapping his arm around me. "Cool," Sam said, trying to adjust his boner down his pants. Michael and I both also had boners and had arranged them properly. Corey just looked wide-eyed and amazed, it was hard to tell if he had a boner or not; he was at that age where it wasn't very evident. "What about you guys?" I asked. "I think I told you," Sam said. "He walked in on my spanking it and asked what was going on. I told him and he was interested, so I showed him how to do it by doing it on him, and well, the rest is history." "Ah yes," I said, remembering the basics of it. "What about, all the other steps?" Sam asked. "That's a long story," I said, "and we're almost at the front of the line. We'll tell you after the ride." "Aight," Sam said. "This is going to be fun." "Yeah," I said, slightly nervous. Unlike Disney Land, I didn't know the twists and turns of this ride. Within a few minutes, we had boarded a large boat, us four taking up one whole row. "Hope this doesn't suck as much as the sequels," Michael cracked loudly, sending us, and a few other people, into laughter. The boat left the station and headed out into the jungle. It was a pretty cool ride, as we rode around a swamp like thing, having various dinosaurs pop up and try to scare us. Kind of like a severe version of "Jungle Cruise." Pretty soon we entered a dark building, floating along slowly in pitch black. "I don't like this," Corey said, sounding frightened. "I can tell," Sam said, "you're about to rip my hand off you're holding it so hard." "Ten, nine, eight..." a voice started to countdown as a siren wailed in the background. Huh? All of a sudden a giant T-Rex head popped up and our boat was headed right towards his mouth. We were all screaming and were about to be eaten, when all of a sudden we dropped, down and down we went. It felt as if we were going to fly right out of our seats it was so steep and long. After what seemed like ages, our boat slammed into the water below, soaking us as we tried to recover from the frightening experience. Our boat slowly wandered back toward the dock. "Shit," Michael said, looking at his drenched clothes. "I though I was going to die on the fall," Sam said. "I didn't like it," Corey said, still shocked. "It was scary, but fun," I said. "Yeah," Michael agreed. We unloaded and headed towards the exit. Our on-ride photo was priceless, Corey wide-eyed and stiff as a rail, the rest of our mouths obviously caught in the process of saying bad words. It was twelve bucks though, and we didn't have any money. We headed back into the main plaza and found a bench to sit at, letting ourselves dry in the sun. At least it was a sunny day, so it really didn't matter if we were wet. "So what next?" I asked. We had about an hour before we had to meet the parents. "Let's go on something more mellow," Michael suggested. "I agree," Corey said. "ET?" Sam asked? "Sure," I said. "Everyone agree?" "Yup," they all said, and off we went to the ET ride. The line would be about forty minutes, perfect timing for us. "So continue on with your story," Sam asked. It was loud and dark inside the line. This line would actually be interesting to wait in, there was lots of stuff going on and it was themed like Disney Land. "Well, you tell it Michael," I suggested. "Okay," Michael said. "Where were we? Oh yeah. Anyways, pretty soon we jacked each other off all the time, no biggie." "Shhhhh," I cautioned Michael. He tended to get a bit excited while telling stories like these. "Sorry," he said, lowering his voice. "Anyways, I found this magazine under my brothers bed, you know, porn, and so we all got together to look at it. It had pictures of blowjobs in it, so we all decided we wanted to try that. It was awkward at first to ask to do it, but we know we all wanted to." "Awesome, so who did who first?" Sam asked. "I blew Marcus off first," I recalled, "but Michael finished him. Then it was my turn, and then we blew off Michael. I got his load." "Yeah," Michael said. "So anyways, pretty soon we were doing that all the time. Then we got into this `have to construct fake vagina' phase." "Ah," Sam smiled. "It was only a matter of time." "Yeah. So Danny's genius idea was to dig a hole in the ground..." "Shuddup," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. "It was your idea!" "Anyways," Michael laughed, "it kinda sucked, but watching our butts go up and down with our holes exposed gave us ideas. Danny was the first to suggest it, and after initial fake disgust, we were game." "Then?" Sam pleaded. "Well, I volunteered my ass first to get things rolling," I said, "and so of course Michael jumps in and asks to go first." "I'll never forget that fuck," Michael said, closing his eyes to help relive the moment. "Best of my life, I swear." "And the rest is history," I concluded. "Wow," Sam said. "You guys are lucky to have each other, and Marcus." "We know," I said, Michael and I slapping our arms around one another. "I got a few friends I would like to try some of this stuff with," Sam said, "but I don't know how to go about it." "Well the master can probably give you some tips," I suggested, referring to Michael. "Truth or dare is probably above your age level... so hmmm," Michael thought. "I'd probably just look at a porno or something, get a sleepover and get everyone horny. I'm sure you joke about jacking off and stuff, you guys all know the others do it?" "Of course," Sam said. "We're guys." "Alright," Michael said. "If you're all horny and stuff, then you've got to take initiative and whip it out. Say you gotta blow your load and everyone is welcome to join." "That would be embarrassing," Sam said. "Might be at the time, but if you're all horny, they'll understand and probably join. Then you can most likely jack off all the time around them, and things will progress. Just take baby steps, like we did." "Okay," Sam said. "And remember, not everyone is up to it. Especially at your age, Danny and I are still with a pretty open age group." "That's true," Sam said. By then, we were at the front of the line and ready to get onto the ride. We boarded onto it, a giant bicycle with about fifteen seats. We flew around various parts from the movie, suspended from the ceiling. It was a pretty fun ride, making you feel as if you were actually on a flying bike. Stuff popped up and the cops were after you, just like the movie. Pretty soon it was done and we all agreed it was a fun ride, less intense than the Jurassic Park one. "Well, we should head to meet our parents," I suggested. I seemed to be the timekeeper of the group. Off we went, chattering excitedly about the trip so far and what was to come. We'd probably only have about three hours after lunch before we had to hit the road, so we had to plan accordingly. At the café we all just had a sandwich and something to drink. I don't think any of us felt like anything elaborate, we just wanted to eat and get moving. "So we're sticking together for the rest of the day?" my mom asked, the rest of the parents nodded in reply. We agreed without complaint, at this point we were a little too tired to care. "So what do you boys want to ride that you haven't rode?" my dad asked. "Back to the Future," I replied. "We haven't ridden that either," my dad commented. So, we all headed to that ride. The parents had gone around together and mostly looked at old movie stuff and did all the `adult' things. They had gone on the ET ride though, so we traded experiences with that. Apparently there was an ET creature at the front of the bike in a basket, like in the movie, but we had been too far towards the back to notice. After quite a lengthy wait, we boarded the Back to the Future ride. It was a motion simulator ride, which was still pretty cool. We all had a fun time, and walked out with big smiles. "That ending was awesome!" Michael exclaimed. "Yeah, that's awesome how it makes you feel like it's actually happening," Corey chimed in. The rest of the afternoon was spent seeing the less popular, but still interesting attractions. One highlight was Backdraft, where you entered a building and just about everything in it burst into flames. It got pretty hot in there, leading me to think we should have done it after Jurassic Park. Before you knew it, four o'clock had rolled around and we had to leave. "Well boys," my dad said, "we need to head off if we're going to make our campsite by sundown." "Aw man!" I said. I looked at Sam and Corey, frowns and looks of disappointment on their faces. "See you dudes later hopefully," Michael said, extending his hand. Sam reached out to shake it, but they quickly moved into a hug. I decided it wouldn't be that weird for the parents to see this, so I hugged Corey, whispering "I love you," in his ear. He smiled and we switched hugging partners. "Thank you so much for everything," Sam said to me. "No, thank you," I said. I had enjoyed every minute of my time with him and his brother, and it was sad to see it end. We separated from each other, teary eyed, trying not to break totally down. "I can see you formed a special bond," my mom remarked. "We'll have to make sure they see each other," Sam and Corey's mom replied. "You okay with them riding the train alone?" "Yes," my mom replied, "that's a possibility. The boy's have each others numbers and e-mails, I'm sure they'll concoct something soon." "Yup," I said, smiling and trying to remind everybody this wasn't the end. We all waved goodbye and then turned to leave. They were going to stay another hour before leaving, then weren't going to travel as far north as we. I turned and looked at the two again, still waving and smiling. I waved back, then turned, reminding myself I'd see them again. We hoped into the RV and both Michael and I proceeded quickly to take naps until we arrived at our campground. It was nearly eight and starting to get dark. Obviously, Michael and I both weren't in the mood to do anything, so we just went to the camp restroom to brush our teeth and get ready for bed. We got back and set up the tent so we could have privacy and reflect on the last couple of days. We crawled in, snuggling into Michael's sleeping bag together naked, both soft. "Those were two special boys," I said. "Yeah, we were so lucky to find them," Michael remarked. "And congrats to you for working your magic," I said, giving Michael and hug and pressing against him. "Thanks," he said. "They were both so nice," I sighed. "Yeah," Michael said. "Hopefully we'll get to see them." "I think the parents will let us ride the train." "Yeah, but we'll have to convince my parents. They know nothing about it." "True," I replied. Silence ensued, and to that, we fell asleep, tucked warmly against one another. END OF PART SEVEN. 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!