Road Rules belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray Productions. The story is just a fantasy. These guys are not fooling around in real life and most of them are straight. Don't read this if you are not 18 or older. Practice safe sex. And generally, just be careful.
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Dave's final thought before surrendering to sleep was hoping he would wake up to nothing more than the sheer pleasure of having Abe's arms wrapped around him. Fortunately, that was the case. Dave yawned, and pushed back a bit into the comforting, leanly muscled arms of his friend and newfound lover.
What he had not expected was to brush against another body. A beefy and smooth torso, and a hand possessively wrapped around Dave's piss hardon. As Dave's bloodshot eyes began to adjust to sunlight, he realized Shane was beside him. And Chris was beside Shane. All of the men were an odd mix of cum, sweat, and exhaustion.
As quietly as he could, Dave crawled out of the sardine can of a bed. Turning on the shower, he paused to take a morning piss. All sorts of thoughts clouded his mind while he squeezed out the last few drops, watching the yellow stream trickle into nothing. 'How much did I drink?' 'What kind of a slut AM I?'
By the time Dave stepped into the rejuvenating, warm spray, he was joined by Shane, simultaneously scratching his eyes and his crotch (with different hands). Shane, hair askew and stubble in place, was obviously not a morning person. No smiles, no flirtations, just a solemn march to the sink. Sliding some toothpaste on a soaped-and-watered finger, he added to the urine settling in the comode.
"Room for two?"
Dave, trying not to watch and be fascinated by Shane's morning routine, jumped a bit when Shane asked him that question. Shane sensed his discomfort, reaching out to pat his stomach.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna jump you, I just want to get some hot water."
Dave meekly nodded, stepping back to make room for his quasi-teammate. Shane grabbed a bar of soap and the two men faced each other, slowly but surely scrubbing every private place on their young, firm bodies. Dave whistled a happy tune, but was never quite able to look Shane in the eye. Finally, Shane reached out towards him, holding a wad of shampoo. Dave was prepared to leap onto the cold floor until Shane placed his hands in Dave's close-cropped brown hair, thoroughly washing his follicles and scalp.
"I know what you're thinking. We didn't. Me and Chris, and you and Abe, yeah, and I think me and Abe, but then he wanted to sleep. He put you in our bed and we all dozed off."
"W-Wait. You and Abe?"
A pang of jealousy shot through Dave, but to Shane's notice, Dave's flaccid penis plumped to half-hardness.
"Yeah. He thought I was you. He fucked me with his big cornhusker cock. He's a hot trick. I bet you are too."
By this time, Shane had wrapped his soapy hands around Dave's shaft and swollen, hairy nuts. Dave bit back a moan at the sheer debased pleasure of a morning hand job. Shane leaned in close, licking and whispering in his ear.
"Chris fucked me too. In the gas station john. In the hotel elevator. How many times has he fucked you? And when can I fuck you?"
Shane gently but firmly grasped Dave's left wrist and placed the hand on his own revived manhood. Dave remained silent but complied with Shane's unspoken command, pumping Shane's pretty, pert penis in time with the strokes to his own cock.
Shane tenderly kissed Dave, a liplock quickly gaining in strength as their tongues and teeth battled for dominance. The taste of mouthwash and toothpaste meshed while the suds on Dave's head trickled down their faces. Shane reached around to cup Dave's ample buttocks, feeling inside to massage the load Chris had deposited there the night before. Dave groaned as an early morning load sputtered out of him. Shane ejaculated into Dave's hand a few second later.
As they continued washing each other's bodies, the two men felt more comfortable with each other and hoped they would get to share more experiences, sexually or otherwise. Dave was low-key, a peacemaker, and Shane was a firecracker, but they both had a shy side which revealed itself in their leisurely scrubbing and necking.
The bonding session was interrupted by the sharp trill of a hotel phone ringer. Shane raced into the main room just as Chris and Abe were burying their heads two-deep in pillows.
"Hey! No, the room's great. Kicks ass. Sure. OK. Just let me get ready and I'll be there. Bye."
Shane dashed around the room like a whirling dervish, gathering up his small suitcase and belongings, snatching the pillows from Chris and Abe's heads, nudging them into waking up, and stopping long enough to stash a few bottles of shampoo and liquor in a side pocket.
"The bosses need me to help with something. Don't know if I'll be able to come back or not. If I do, then I think I'll have a great surprise for ya'll. If I don't, then thanks for all the happy memories and hot cocks. Bye!"
With a quick goodbye kiss on the lips to Dave, Abe, and a longer smooch to a confused but receptive Chris, Shane left, muttering "ewww, morning breath" as he ran for the elevator.
The three remaining men stared at each other in momentary confusion.
"He's certainly energetic," was all Dave could think of to say.
Chris and Abe nodded, eyeing each other warily as they stood up.
"Abe, meet Chris. Chris, Abe."
Dave's quavering voice and nervous laugh trailed off near the end. He wasn't sure how the two alpha males were going to interact. After all, Chris had been Abe's replacement on the trip. Their respectively brown and blue eyes flashed with anger, the posing of their nude, muscular bodies suggesting pent-up testosterone. They studied each other, every inch, every cranny, until finally, Abe half-spoke, half-shouted.
"Did you fuck Dave?"
Dave was blindsided that this was their topic of conversation. He considered stepping in, but Chris put a hand out to stop him.
In fighting stance, Chris tersely nodded.
"I had sex with Dave, yes."
Dave wanted to sink into the floor. Abe was glaring now, shaking his head. Both Chris and Dave were anxious to hear exactly what he was going to say.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger, but this has to be a short chapter due to time issues. The next one should be longer and hopefully have a few guest appearances!
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