Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 14:54:07 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: KOA Boy By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping

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KOA Boy
By Tom Cup

I had always wanted to explore the west. My divorce at the tender age of
twenty-five gave me the perfect excuse. I would like to say that I wanted
the divorce but such is not the case. I would have stayed in my loveless,
prudish, unfulfilling marriage to Betty until the day I died. I had promised
to do so, hadn't I? For better or for worst, wasn't that what I promised? It
was the worst.

Marriage, for me was a way of appearing normal. Whatever normal is, I didn't
have it alone and sure as hell didn't have it with Betty. After four years
of collecting things to make our married life bearable, Betty did the
merciful thing and filed for a divorce. She wasn't merciful, however, when
it came to the settlement. She got the house, the car and everything else of
any importance except the camper.

The camper was my baby. So when she was willing to let me keep it in
exchange for a civilized settlement (read as not completely destroying me in
court by telling the world that she had caught me surfing boy sites on the
internet, not to mention that we had engaged in sex only six times in a four
year marriage) I jumped at the offer.

Betty was disappointed to learn that she had no claim on my retirement
account. At least I had done the right thing in pouring as many of my assets
into that account as possible. So I knew that if I lived in my camper, I
would be relatively free to travel with no worries concerning money. So I
pack provisions and head for Montana, one of the states that I had always
wanted to visit.

I followed 90 towards Big Timbers. The weather had been unusually hot. I
wanted a place to stay that provided easy access to two of my favorite
activities: fishing and boy watching. The KOA at Big Timbers was the perfect
place for both. It is near the Yellowstone and Boulder Rivers, both of which
offer excellent trout fishing, and it has a swimming pool which meant near
naked boys slashing around - their bodies fit and glistening with water
droplets. I turned off of 90 at exit 377, heading for the Big Timbers KOA
campground.

I was not disappointed in the grounds. Leaving the office, and driving
slowly toward my newly assigned lot number, I caught my first glimpse of the
pool and the splashing boys within. The smell of the chlorine and vision of
the boys was euphoric to me. I drove slower than the posted speed limit in
order to prolong the scene and smells that invaded my every sense. As I
drove pass, I noticed one of the boys rising out of the water and slowly
moving toward my vehicle. At first I thought it was coincidence, a freak
moment, a boy innocently getting out of the water at the moment I drove by
and walking toward his towel that happened to be in the direction I was
traveling. He did grab his towel. He did dry himself off. But his eyes were
as fixed to my slow moving camper as mine were to his idealistic boyhood
frame. I forced my eyes away from his and sought out my assigned site.

There are defining moments in life: moments when you no longer think you
know who you are but concretely, and forevermore, know who you are. As I was
finishing the leveling of my camper, I heard a magically timbered voice
rising behind me.

"Hi," sang through my core, as electrifying as the first breath of life.

I turned slowly as not to disturb the transcendence of the moment. Standing
not three feet away from me was the boy that I had noticed noticing me. He
was smiling. The left tip of his smile raised a bit higher than the right.
His eyes, eternal pools of Montana blue sky, teemed with a mixture of
amusement and delight. His hair, still damp from his swim, was perfectly
disarrayed in the charming way that is befitting a boy. I smiled back.

"Hi yourself," I responded, immediately satisfied that my leveling efforts
were sufficient.

"Where you from?" he asked, cocking his head so seductively that I wanted to
fall on him without further hesitation.

"Well," I began, "I used to live in Oak Hill, West Virginia but..."

"You got divorced." His smile broadened at my widening eyes. He nodded to my
left hand, looking at the ring finger. Though the ring had been removed, the
evidence left by the untanned portion of my flesh left little reason to
doubt that the ring had been recently removed. He laughed and I laughed with
him.

"Yeah," I confessed, "we didn't see things eye to eye. The name's John."

"That's funny," he said smiling, "my name's John too."

The way he laughed, and so casually plopped himself down beside me, I felt
that if I had said that my name was Tyrone his would have been Tyrone also.
In any case, it was an innocent deception and instead of making me weary of
the encounter it made me even more relaxed with my new acquaintance.

"So John," I asked looking around for prying parental eyes, "What brings you
to the neighborhood."

He laughed at my cryptic paranoia. "You were looking at me when you passed
the pool so I thought it only fair I get a better look at you."

Of course my mouth dropped open. The moment filled me with a strange mixture
of curiosity and fear. I wanted to get to know this boy better, wanted to
scoop him up in my arms and hide him away in my camper - never again to exit
its' cramped and cozy interior. I also wanted to break for cover. This boy
had uncovered years of my best kept secrets in moments. He seemed to know me
with casual ease.

"So what's the inside like?" he asked, not waiting for me to shake my deep
contemplation of the situation, he walked to the door, climbed the two steps
and disappeared inside. I took a deep breath and followed him, closing the
door shut after I entered.

"John," I said nervously, "are you sure your parents would be OK with you
being in a camper with a strange man?"

"These are still wet," he said looking down at his blue with red trim
swimming trunks, "Why do you care what my parents think?"

"Well, a guy could get in a lot of trouble even if he didn't do anything."

"What, are you going to tell my parents?"

"No but you might decide that this is a bad idea and then...." I stopped. He
had pulled his swim trunks down to his ankles, stepped out of one leg and
then kicked them at me. He turned slowly, giving me a moment's glimpse of
his ample, smooth, fleshy mounds before spinning as he hopped onto my cabin
bed; his legs dangling, opening and closing as they gave view to his boyish
privates. I became painstakingly hard as he leisurely fondled himself.

"I'm not going to tell anyone. I just thought that you looked nice and that
we might spend some time together. If you want me to go...."

I didn't want him to go. I proved it by burying my head in his lap. He
leaned back on his elbows, running his hand through my hair, as I got my
first taste of boy cock. I had no illusions that this was his first time. He
guided my movements with expert directions from his hands or rotating
pelvic. I didn't care. I didn't need to be in charge. All I ever wanted was
to love a boy, a boy that was willing to be loved. I wanted a boy that knew
what he wanted. John was that boy.

I sucked him slowly, methodically, as that was what he desired. When he took
my hands and moved them in circular motions over his ass cheeks, I did not
hesitate to provide him with what he desired. I kneaded his ass as I sucked
him, sliding my finger every so often between the cheeks and caressing his
rosy bud. He moaned, ever so often whispering, "That's good."

I was filled to tears at being able to fulfill my fantasy of delivering
pleasure to a wanting boy. My body was electrified. All my senses were
alive.

"Stop," he whispered breathlessly. I obeyed. "Take your clothes off."

I watched him as he watched me strip. He slid away from me in the bed,
beckoning me to join him.

"Hurry," he commanded as I slid my brief over my aching member, "I want you
to fuck me before I cum."

He whimpered as I entered him, not out of pain but from the pleasure of
getting what he wanted - knowing that he was giving me what I wanted. I
pumped into that warm channel, finally understanding the wonder of
completeness. He moaned encouragement.

"Hurry. Oh god please, hurry."

I sank deeper inside of him, feeling him push against me, his hole opening
to me ever wider. He grunted, groaned and thrashed beneath me. His legs
wrapped and unwrapped around my waist. He released himself to me ^Ö he
convulsed. I spasmed and writhed, as I pour into him; teeth clenched, heart
pounding, unable to tell where my body ended and his began. The wet warmth
that I deposited inside his body was responded to with a back arching,
rectum clinching, and cock jerking boy milk orgasm of his own.

**********

I woke with a start. It was dark. I heard John inhale deeply. An immediate
fear took hold of me. The boy's parents were surely looking for him by now.
An afternoon's pleasure would cost me years of incarseration.

"Can I stay with you?"

"What?"

"Can I stay with you? You said you were divorced. I know you like me. Can I
stay with you?"

"I don't think your parents..."

"I'm not here with my parents. I ran away. Well, more like I got kicked out
and then ran away. I got caught sucking my uncle off on the couch. We had
been doing it for about six months. He acted like he was asleep and that I
had just started sucking him. My Dad was furious. He told me to get out and
to never come back. He said he never wanted to see me again. Mom just turned
her back. Bobby, my uncle, pretended I was disgusting. So I left and been
hitching ever since."

"Let me get this straight. You got kicked out and are staying at a KOA?"

"The last guy I hitched with stopped here. We got a lot but never hook up.
That was my clue that he was going to leave me. He told me to go for a swim.
When I saw the camper leaving I knew he was abandoning me. He must live near
here or something and didn't want anyone knowing that he had been getting it
on with a boy. Anyway, it's OK. We had a good time while it lasted. So will
you take me with you?"

"Maybe I should take you back home. Maybe your folks have calmed down by
now."

"But I don't want to go home. I like the way I'm living now.  I like what we
did today. If I go home I would have to give that up. I don't want to give
it up. I like it. Didn't you like it John?"

"Yeah, I liked it very much."

"Can I stay?"

"If that's what you really want?"

"It's what I really want. Thanks John."

"Jason.  My name is really Jason. Jason Dillon, sorry I didn't really mean
to lie."

He laughed. "Morgan. I'm Morgan Chapman. I didn't mean to lie either. I just
don't like the name."

"That's cool," I said accepting his snuggling, "Maybe, I'll just call you
`son'."

He snuggled closer. "I'd like that. I love it if you were my dad." He kissed
me and nibbled on my neck. "I'd like that very much."

His mouth slid over my chest and belly until it reached my hard again cock.
As the wet warmth of his mouth and tongue engulfed me, I sighed. All my
dreams were fulfilled. We made love through the night. The next morning,
heading south towards Wyoming with my boy by my side, I couldn't help
wondering what pleasures awaited us at the next KOA.

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