Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 14:10:54 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 12 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000-2004 by TomCup.com. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from TomCup.com This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters,locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************************************************** What's New at TomCup.com? 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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ********************************************************************** KOABoy By Tom Cup Chapter 12 The Man in The Middle By Bart's hesitation I could tell he was as uneasy with Morgan's provocativeness as I. Morgan, being his usual seductive self, stripped nude before us, hopped on the bed and began masturbating. Bart and I stood side by side, stunned and staring, as Morgan's hand slid up and down his hardened member, and his hips rose and fell on the bed. "Hey," Morgan said, opening his eyes, his eyelids heavy with lust, "Don't just stand there. Come on." The eroticism of Morgan's firm yet subtle form took hold of me and yet I was restrain by Bart's presence. Bart was not however restrained by my presence. His eyes never moved from Morgan's gyrating form as he stepped forward magically bare. I felt faint as I beheld his nakedness for the first time. Bart was firm from walking and skateboarding around town. His ass was un-tanned but only slightly so. I imaged that he wore shorts during the summer months and snuck out to skinny dip whenever he could; most likely imagining himself having run away with some male lover. His shoulders were squared and amplified his slender waist, which in turn highlighted his round, muscled, ass. Morgan moaned his pleasure as Bart climbed on the bed and lowered his mouth onto Morgan's cock. I watched, hypnotized, by the vision of youthful abandonment before me. I am sure that Bart's inhibitions were released because of Morgan: Morgan had that affect on people. But there was more. Bart wanted the moment. He wanted to be free to express himself sexually. I watched and understood. Bart had been forced to do what he would have done naturally. I could see this truth in his hungry devouring of Morgan's cock, in the determined pumping of his cock into Morgan's mouth, in the moan I received as my hand made contact with his ass. The boy was ever bit the enigma as Morgan. He stated that he both loved and hated his relationship with his uncle, and yet he made love to Morgan, in front of me, without any sense of hesitation, regret, or shame. It occurred to me that Bart was not ashamed of his relationship with his uncle because it was a male on male relationship but because of its incestuous nature. Bart was gay. He accepted the fact without shame. He freely enjoyed the touch, feel, smell and flavors of male-to-male sex. I fingered Bart's ass. He moaned and the ring opened to me. My finger slipped inside the hot cavity. A fragrance bouquet of acid ass and rose scented lotion reached my nostrils. Bart had prepared his ass for the fucking. A groan rose in my throat. Bart's ass opened and closed on my massaging finger. He pumped deep into Morgan's mouth. Morgan smiled around Bart's plunging cock with a wink. I wondered how Morgan knew that Bart would be so willing a partner. My fingers probed Bart's flexing ass. I knew what I wanted and I knew that Bart was willing. I pumped Bart's heated, flexible ass with purposeful stimulation. He groaned, releasing Morgan's cock long enough to say in guttural tones, "So long. Been so long." My fingers slid from Bart's ass. I inhaled the fragrance of my probing and then took my fingers into my mouth, tasting for the first time to flavors that were Bart. As I removed my clothing, I watched Morgan and Bart repositioning themselves. Morgan stared up into Bart's face as Bart sank himself into Morgan's eager ass. Both boys halted. Waited. Bart looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. It was all the invitation I needed. I lowered myself onto Bart. Morgan smiled at me as Bart groan to my entrance. Bart mouth opened and swallowed Morgan's tongue. I joined the fray and a maddening three-way kiss ensued. I rocked in and out of Bart's gripping ass. He matched my movements, sliding in and out of Morgan. They both moaned in pleasure. Our dance was slow yet passionate. I felt Morgan's panting through Bart's body. Morgan responded as much to Bart's movements as he did to mine. Bart quivered to the pleasure of Morgan's and my duel movements. I held both boys tightly, pushing and grinding myself closer to release. "Oh yes!" Bart screamed, "Please, don't stop." I pushed further into Bart's opened hole, forcing him deeper into Morgan. "Yeah," Morgan panted, "Yeah! That feels so good!" "I'm so close," Bart said, "Oh god!" Bart pushed his ass back onto my cock. Morgan pumped his ass onto Bart's throbbing cock. I continued to slide in and out of Bart's hot, encircling orifice. Bart remained still, his ass tilted toward the piston motion of my cock while he trembled to the gyrations of Morgan's ass. "I don't know how much more I can take," Bart announced. "I'm close too," I whispered into Bart's ear. "I want you to cum," Bart said, "Please cum." His ass muscles squeezed my cock, milking it as I pumped him. Morgan's legs encircled us as he humped Bart's cock. The feel of Morgan's smooth legs pulling me into Bart and forcing Bart into him was more than I could take. My cock swelled inside of Bart and he began to buck wildly, into Morgan and back against me. Morgan cried out and his body began to spasm. Bart ass quivered as his cum wet Morgan's interior. I sank deep into Bart and release myself to his wish. "I'm cumming," I announced. Two more thrusts and I was there, pumping my cream into Bart's tight, hot, pulsating ass. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," Bart whimpered as his body writhed beneath me, "Oh yeah." The squeal from Morgan's mouth told me that he too was cumming. The trembling of Bart's body signaled his release. We collapsed in gasps, panting and laughter. ************ "OK," I said, "We need to talk." "Oh," groaned Morgan, "Here we go." The three of us lay nude, bodies entangled, as I struggled to catch my breath. "Hey," I said, "Don't give me a hard time." "I thought you like getting a hard time," Morgan laughed. "Ha ha," I said, but really did laugh as Bart giggled at the pun. "Come on guys," I continued, "We really do need to talk. I mean, I admit that I really, really, like what happened but..." "Jason," Morgan said, "Don't ruin it by feeling guilt about it. We wanted to do it." "That's not it at all," I said, "I'm just confused. I mean... Bart..." Bart looked from Morgan to me and back again. His cheeks reddened. "He doesn't get it," Morgan said, "Why you did it." "Yeah," I said, "I don't mean to suggest that I didn't like it or that I didn't want it to happen. All I am saying is I don't understand..." "Why I liked it so much," Bart whispered. "Well," I said, "Yeah... I guess that is what I am saying... sort of... I mean, I was under the impression that you had problems with what you and your uncle did together but... well what I am saying is... it seems to me that ... well that ..." "That I like getting fucked?" Bart said with a smile. Both he and Morgan laughed hysterically. "OK," I said, "Smart ass. Yes. That is what I am saying." "When I was little," Bart said turning suddenly serious, "I wanted things. I didn't understand it but I liked being close to men. I really liked it. I thought... well... maybe it was my mom that thought that it was because I didn't know my father. But there was more to it than that. I liked the way it felt to be held by a man. I mean it is different than being held but a woman. Mom held me and so did her friends but when a guy held me I would feel different. Anyway, I liked what Alan and I did. But I didn't like lying to my mom and I didn't like how Alan would sometimes feel so guilty about what we were doing. It made it seem dirty. I didn't want to feel dirty." "OK," I said, "I can understand that. I don't like feeling dirty about what we do either. But I have to admit, sometimes I do. You both are so young. I feel like I am taking advantage of you." Morgan laughed. "Who says," he asked, "that we aren't taking advantage of you?" "Don't be a smart ass," I said. "I'm not. Really Jason, we stand to gain a lot more out of this than you. Look at it from my point of view. Without you I don't have anywhere to go. You buy me clothes, food, and take care of me. What do you get out of it? Sex? Well, believe me I would do that anyway, even if you weren't so nice to me. I did it with Roy and he was an asshole. I like getting off." "Me too," Bart said. I shook my head. "I can't believe what I am hearing," I said. "What," Morgan said, "that you have a couple of horny kids on your hands?" "Yes, that is exactly what I can't believe and that those kids enjoy having sex with me." "It was fun, wasn't it?" Bart asked. "Yes it was. I wasn't expecting you to welcome me so eagerly but I am glad you did." "Glad you stopped and picked me up then?" "Yes I am but I now have two problems." "Huh?" "Well, Bart, you see. I am not the fuck'em and leave'em kind." "I don't get it." "What he's saying," Morgan said, "Is that he feels responsible for you now." "Oh," Bart said, "That's not why I let you do it. Really, I was just horny. Morgan had been teasing me the whole trip and..." "I was not!" Morgan protested. Bart rolled his eyes. "You were to. You rubbed against me every chance you got and you kept staring at my cock." "I was not!" "Yes you were!" "If I was it was because you were staring at mine!" "How could I not when you kept opening and closing your legs and running you hand over your dick. You were begging me to look!" "Boys! Boys," I said, "We were all hot for each other from the moment we met. OK. That is a fact. We are all queer and we know it. Now back to the original problem. I have two boys that, yes, I feel responsible for." "I'm not going to... like.... blackmail Jason," Bart said, "Whenever you want me to leave just say so. You've taken me further than I thought I would get anyway." "Doesn't work that way Bart," I said, "One, I am not going to kick you out, and two, you have nowhere to go so you are stuck with us." "Hmmm," Bart said, "So I get a little brother and a dad that like to have sex with me? I could get used to that." "Me too," said Morgan. "Well," I said, "I guess that settles it. Now all I have to do is figure out how to make this legal." "I don't think any of this is legal," Bart said. "I know," I said, "I wasn't talking about the sex. I was talking about finding a way to keep the two of you." "I know. Just teasing. Can I ask you something Jason?" "Sure Bart. Anything." "Well, I was just wondering. I mean, it felt so good when you were fucking me and well... my uncle and me we used to.... well... he like to me to...." "Just ask him," Morgan said. "Well," Bart said, his cheeks reddening, "I wondering if you liked to... well... you know... change sides... cause if you do... I wouldn't mind... you know... doing you." "Well," I said clearing my throat, "if what you mean is if I would like to be the man in the middle for round two, the answer is yes. I would love to try that." "Kewl!" Morgan said, "I get bottoms again." ********************************************************************** Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from Tom Cup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in 2004. Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com!