Road Rules belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. Not me. Jeremy, Abe Chris and Dave are not, to my knowledge, gay, and I'm not implying they are. This is all just fiction, very steamy, sweaty fiction. OK?
This chapter is a wrap-up of Jeremy's intro to the group. The next chapter will have the Campus Crawl guys, I promise. Please continue sending your ideas and suggestions, people! Even one line is better than nothing. Your words keep us writers going. On that note, I also wanted to recommend The Danny Chronicles, Road Rules the Real Story, and the other Road Rules or Real World stories in gay/celebrity which were written by Nick Alias Pizza Boy around the time of Campus Crawl (summer 2002). They're all great, sexy reads.
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When Abe and Dave, who had been indulging in a few moments of light kissing and carressing while walking in the tall grasses near the RV, got back inside the winnie, their mutual thought was: "Shit, Chris works fast!"
Chris, his bronzed back and pale buns thrusting, slowly but confidently thrust his thick shaft in and out of the full, pink lips of the newest cast member, Jeremy. His hands were alternately plucking his erect, jutting nipples, and roughly pressing against Jeremy's plush, jeans-clad buttocks. Jeremy slobbered and squirmed over the gentle yet insistent tube assaulting his throat.
Dave and Abe were equally aroused and surprised at the sight before them. Abe's boner was extremely evident thanks to his flimsy board shorts. Jeremy's eyes bulged when he got a load of Abe's bulge. And Dave, less prominent in tight blue jeans, wasn't shabby either.
Hissing at the sharp, short fingernails digging into his pivoting hips, Chris waved to the new arrivals.
"Lock the door, and drop your pants."
Dave tugged off his shirt, eager to join the action. Abe followed, but was more hesitant.
"Hey bro, are you sure he wants to do this?"
Chris snorted as he stared down at the bobbing, spiky dark head at his midsection.
"He certainly doesn't seem to be pulling away. But hey, Jeremy, if you don't wanna do this, we'll still be friends, still party and have fun. Alright?"
He stroked Jeremy's hair as he spoke. Dave and Abe were both impressed by the sincerity in his gruff voice. Chris shuddered slightly as Jeremy slipped his meat out of that hot incubator, but then sighed when Jeremy stroked him a few loving times to ensure his continued arousal.
"Guys..." he said, his puppy dog eyes burnishing with desire and awe, "I really do love women. All kinds. But I also like boys, especially hunks like you who are so hot and hung and horny and...somebody stop me, I'm rambling! I was so fucking scared that you'd be able to see how horny I am for all of you. Thanks to Chris, I don't have to hide now. I'd like nothing better than to be initiated by the studs of South Pacific."
Dave shot him a serious stare, then glanced at Chris, who could only raise his eyebrow in response. Dave whispered that the 3 "veterans" needed to talk this matter over. Jeremy waited on his bunk, nervous, a little embarrassed, and very hard.
When they were done talking amongst themselves, Dave stepped forward.
"Jeremy, my pal, we've all discussed what you're proposing. It sounds sick. Perverse. Vile. So...FUCK YEAH!!!"
Dave, Abe and Chris burst into fits of laughter as they jumped on Jeremy, tickling him, kissing his neck and ears, biting and nipping at his mouth and nose while they fervently stripped him of every last item of clothing. His body was part muscle and part baby fat, almost feminine in a way. His butt was plump, and peachy save for a crack lined with hair much darker and more prevalent than his mostly smooth chest, legs and arms. Jeremy shook his melon-sized cheeks to indicate his need for contact. Instead, the boys flipped him over, exposing his average, right-leaning shaft and baggy, smooth ball sac. His penis swayed in the stiflingly humid air, fluid copiously leaking from his half-exposed head.
"Hey, he's uncircumsized!" Dave gasped. He'd never seen one before. Overwhelmed by curiousity, he slid the tight foreskin up and down Jeremy's sensitive glans, causing the boy-slut to moan and whimper on cue. His hips bucked in time to the soft touch.
Jeremy's complete abandon to pleasure had really turned the guys on. Chris was licking and kissing his forehead, whispering filthy talk into his ear. Dave was bent over, sucking the first load from his cute penis. And Abe was standing back, transfixed by the trio of brunette babes before him. He leisurely pulled off his shirt, then shorts, and finally his sandals. Jeremy gasped at the sight and sound of Abe's huge 9 inches pounding against his belly. He broke his mouth away from Chris' succulent lips long enough to wide-eyedly whisper to Abe. Or at least to Abe's crotch.
"Please fuck me with that. I need that big dick inside me now. Please!!"
Dave pulled Jeremy's bottle of hair gel out of a nearby bag, and lubed Jeremy up. Tossing the bottle to Abe, all three men watched in awe and unabashed desire while Abe painstakingly stroked his fat hog with a healthy coating of the goo.
Abe crawled onto the crowded bunk. Tossing Jeremy's legs over his shoulders, he felt like he'd found home when he slid inside that velvet cocoon. His cum clock was telling him he couldn't last long. Once he slipped each formidable inch inside, Jeremy panting and chanting with each one, Abe knew he was in the presence of a power bottom. While Dave slid his own erection up and down Abe's straight spine and kissed his neck, Abe began a pattern of switching violent thrusts with gentle parries inside Jeremy's expert rectum. Jeremy tossed his head violently, cursing and pleading for more.
"Hey Dave, come over here."
Dave was so lost in studying Abe's pounding motions that he barely heard Chris. When he finally did arrive, Chris pushed his head against Jeremy's gyrating midsection. Knowing what to do, Dave sucked the manageable, tasty meat deep down his throat. Next, Chris swung Dave's legs over the bunk to ensure that Jeremy got a mouthful of Davedick. Finally, Chris spread Dave's cheeks and dove headfirst into that divine, dark brown hole. Feeling the sharp stubble against his anal walls made Dave moan against Jeremy's staff, the vibrations of which made Jeremy clench down on Abe's king scepter, which in turn made Abe roar his lion cry and savagely stab into Jeremy's prostate.
Jeremy and Abe, from different but equally erotic angles, watched wordlessly while Chris lined his beefy frank to Dave's man-pussy and slipped right in. Abe had never seen another man sodomize Dave. Twinges of jealousy and anger filtered through his thrusting form, but also a surprising amount of desire. Chris was a natural top. The intense mask of concentration, and dominant pleasure, was indescribable. Abe recognized that look from when he'd seen himself in the mirror. Chris caught Abe looking at him, and licked his lips, cocked his head. Abe nodded his head in return while he continued violating Jeremy's hole, licking at his ankles and toes.
Chris and Abe knew that someday, one of them would fight over who would be the ultimate top. For right now, they silently entered a contest of who could come first, who could make their bottom slut go over the edge first. The smell of sex and raw sweat multiplied tenfold as they accelerated their movements. Dave and Jeremy were oblivious, lost in the pleasure of the huge clubs lodged inside their rumps and the smaller, but no less pleasurable packages unwrapped inside their mouths.
Abe, who was more of a novice than Chris, was losing the battle. He could tell. And when Chris reached over, stroking only a finger down Abe's near-virgin anus, Abe screamed. Memories and hopes flooded back to him, preventing him from controlling the flood of hot, sticky cum exploding into Jeremy's slick chute. Abe pulled out of Jeremy halfway through, soaking the three lusty, leering men with volley after volley of his sweet and sour seed.
Chris was next. Abe crawled behind him, cradling his trembling, twitching, soaking wet body, attacking his ears and nuzzling his grey hair while he pushed the enormous head of his flaccid, rapidly rehardening shaft inside the crack of Chris' tight, virgin hole.
"You'll be my bitch someday...yeah, I'll make you a real backstreet boy...like that, huh? Answer me. Oh yeah, tell me you want it by filling up my boy's ass with your wad. Go on. Cum. All I have to do is say the word, and you'll do it. Come. Come. Co..."
"OH GOOOOOOODDDDDDD AAAABBBBBEEEEEE FFUUUUCCCKKKK MEEE...."
With those forbidden words, Chris pumped his seminal juices deep inside Dave's experienced yet still quivering buttocks. Dave and Jeremy quietly, but no less powerfully surrendered to their own orgasms.
The four men collapsed in a heap. Abe, Dave and Chris were a mass of arms and legs as Jeremy stepped off the bunk, kneeling to lick each and every one of them clean, from their sticky chests to their cummy cocks and leaking, sore asses.
Dave glanced from Chris to Abe, sensing that they either wanted to punch out or make out. Choosing a compromise, he pushed their heads against his, and they began a frenzied, scorching 3-way tongue-fest. The smacks and slobbers from the peacemaker and his top two butt buddies were audible throughout the entire RV.
Jeremy slid back onto their collective laps. They returned to stroking his hair and kissing his weary body. They knew the girls would be back soon, and the friendship, the exploration between them would have to end. But somewhere inside, they sensed that the best was yet to come.
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