Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 13:00:43 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 3 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. 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 the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 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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I marveled that a boy with such a sexually retentive father could be such a sexual free bird. "I like being with you," Morgan said. "Yeah? Why?" "Roy was like Bobby. He wouldn't talk to me. He just wanted to do sex stuff." "Bobby?" "My uncle. You remember." Yes, I did. Bobby the uncle that had Morgan perform fellatio, and then pretended the boy accosted him while he was asleep. I found it hard to believe that Morgan's father fell for such an obvious lie. "So why didn't you tell your father the truth about Bobby. You could have gotten out of that situation, you know?" "Hey, I wouldn't tell on you; so why would I tell on Bobby. That's shit!" I felt the blood rise into my cheeks. It was a hypocritical question. I wanted to help the kid, but making Bobby the villain, because he covered his ass, wasn't the way to go about it. Morgan made it clear that no one was forcing him to have sex, so why blame Bobby? Maybe I was upset because Bobby didn't attempt to defend the kid in someway. Why did Bobby let his brother toss the kid on the street, when he was obviously getting his rocks off from the pleasure that Morgan could produce? "You're right," I said, `I wasn't thinking. But I don't understand how your uncle could let your dad kick you out like that." Morgan shrugged. "You have to know my dad. Dad bullies everyone. Uncle Bobby is as scared of him as I am, even though Bobby is a shit too. He never did anything for me. I always had to do him. I didn't mind though, `cause he had an amazing cock. I loved sucking him." He flashed me a devilish smile. I shook my head. In the four days we had been together, I'd learned that Morgan loved to get people sexually excited. He loved using surprising sexual innuendo, and then watching the reaction that it produced. We stopped in a K-mart in Jackson, Wyoming to get Morgan a few changes of clothes. I was wandering about the men's section as he tried on a few things, when I heard his voice. As I approached, I saw a rather flustered man eyeing the boy. "Do you think they're too tight," Morgan asked, in an innocent voice, "here?" He ran his hand up the crack of his ass. "Ah, no. I think they're fine." I was smirking as the man caught me looking. He promptly excused himself. Morgan snickered at me. I shook my head, and grabbed four more pair of the jeans he was wearing. At the check out counter, Morgan made sure to thank the man for his help, and to mention to the man's son that he thought his dad was cool. The guy was so disconcerted I thought he might pass out. I just shrugged, paid for the five pairs of jeans, and followed Morgan out the door. "So Bobby never did anything for you?" I asked. "Nope, and neither did Roy. I learned real quick that Roy didn't like me talking, so most of the time I just stared out the window until he was ready for me. I'm glad Roy dumped me, really. He wasn't very good." I laughed. "Well, he wasn't!" Morgan said, "He was always in a hurry -- suck me harder, faster, faster, harder. He would blow in like 30 seconds, and then it was over! He'd zip up, and act like nothing happened. I hate that shit!" I had already discovered that Morgan preferred drawn out sexual sessions. He did liked the excitement of sliding my zipper down, while I drove, and blowing me to a quick orgasm, but that was foreplay for Morgan, a way of keeping things interesting. Serious lovemaking took hours. I had learned to be thankful for the quickies; they helped me not to blow too soon when we were getting into a serious fuck. Sex for Morgan was like a good massage, or back scratch, he wanted in to last. I was usually able to get him to cum three, or four, times before he was ready to have me orgasm. "Was Bobby like that?" I asked. "No... he liked it slow. I loved sucking him. I could take my time, twirling my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking it like a lollipop, kissing it, licking it; man, Bobby was hot! I'd play with my cock, through my pants, while I sucked him. He would moan, and suck air through his teeth, just like you do, trying not to cum. I would tease him; I got off on teasing his cock. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. His cock was so thick and veiny; I told him I'd do more, if he wanted, but he would say to just keep sucking it. So I did." "So how did it get started, with you and Bobby?" "Oh! I was really horny one morning, so I lied to mom and told her that I was sick; I wanted to lie in bed all day and jack off, just keep slowly bringing myself off. It was the perfect day to do it `cause mom had her woman's social on that Thursday, and dad would be working all day. First I thought she was going to cancel, and stay home with me, but I kept telling her that I would be fine. So she finally left and I had the house to myself. What I didn't know was that she had called Bobby and asked him to stop in, and check on me. So there I am, my cock slick with Vaseline, butt naked, half on my side, and pumping my cock into my fist, giving myself a real good slow fuck, when Bobby walks in the room. I was so close to cumming that I didn't even stop, I hadn't heard the front door open, or anything, it was like I was drunk. Bobby stood there staring at me. I was so turned on that I just kept jerking. Finally Bobby grabbed me, and started yelling at me, asking me what the hell I was doing. At first I was scared. I thought he was going to beat me, or tell dad." "I can imagine," I said. "I was begging him not to tell. I promised that I would do anything, if he wouldn't tell. "Anything?" Bobby asked. "That's when I saw the bulge in his pants, and knew what he was getting at. Man, it was so hot. There I am butt naked, sucking my uncle's cock. I wanted so much to get naked with him again, but from then on he made me suck him fully dressed. That sucked." We were nearing Rawlins, Wyoming; I was getting tired of driving, and hungry; I was already horny. I mussed Morgan's hair. He looked at me with a knowing smile. His smile turned into pleasant surprise when I turned into the Days Inn parking lot. "We're going to stay here?" he asked. "Yup. I want to get something to eat, stretch out with you, and relax a day or two. I'm tired of the road." "You're the best Jason." I took a deep breath. If we drew attention to ourselves, it was going to be hard to explain why I was with a fourteen-year-old kid that wasn't related to me. On the road, camping together, people didn't ask too many questions. In a city, people might. Morgan picked up on my nervousness, as we began pulling out our bags. He put his arm around me and hugged me. "Don't worry, Dad," he said, "I'll be a good boy." I heard someone laugh. I hadn't noticed the car that had pulled up next to us; I presumed it was a husband, wife and their three boys. The woman was fussing at the two younger boys, one maybe nine, and the other close to eleven or twelve, while the oldest boy, that looked to be about Morgan's age, was staring at the window. The laugh I heard came from the man. Who had gotten out of the car, and heard Morgan's promise to me. He patted my back as he headed toward the hotel. "Don't believe him," he said, jerking his head toward the car, "I got three of them, and they always find a way to get into trouble." Morgan grinned at me. I shook my head, and we headed inside to get a room. ********** "They have a pool!" Morgan said. I turned from the counter to acknowledge that the hotel did, but Morgan was already busy making acquaintance with the boys from the car. I finished the sign in, and join the group. "So Jason," the man from the car said in introduction, "I'm Carl, this is my wife Anna, my boys Carl Jr., we call him CJ, Franky and Tracy." "Please to meet you folks," I said, noticing that Morgan and the boys were already engaged in private conversation, while eying the pool area. "Morgan is a fine boy," Carl said, "I invited him to join us for dinner... ah... you too of course, CJ is getting a little moody being around the younger boys for so long..." "Me too," Anna said. "... and I thought, since Morgan was about his age, maybe, if you wouldn't mind, they could hang around together while you're here. We're here for about a week. Morgan said that I needed to check with you." I did mind. It seemed to me that Anna was tired of her own kids, and I didn't want to get saddled with a bunch of brats. And, also, I wanted Morgan to myself, but there was no way of explaining that fact, so I nodded. Anna rolled her eyes, as if to say I didn't know what I was getting myself into. "Great, great," Carl smiled, and turned to the boys who had drifted off to give the grown-ups room to talk, "Hey, Morgan, your Dad says it's cool. You can have dinner with us." Morgan turned, and flashed me a smile. CJ pushed one of the younger boys away from Morgan and him, as the two of them whispered back and forth. "So," Carl said, "We'll meet you in the restaurant in, say, an hour? And leave your wallet; this is my treat. CJ, believe it or not, is thrilled to have someone his own age to hang with." I agreed, and thanked Carl. Anna was already gathering Franky and Tracy. CJ and Morgan waved their good-byes, and Morgan joined me. I was a little put out, though I tried not to show it. I wanted to relax, have a quiet dinner with Morgan, and then... well... have sex until I was faint from exhaustion. It didn't look like that was going to happen. I would have to be sociable. Morgan and I didn't speak on the way to the room. I wasn't mad at him; I was just had a nagging feeling that Carl was the kind of guy that if he did you a favor, then he felt you owed him something. I could see the scenario were Anna would continue to nag about having to take care of the boys, until Carl would ask if I would mind watching them while the two of them spent some time together -- after all he had bought dinner for Morgan and me. I had half the mind to call down and cancel the two-day reservation, and check out promptly the next morning. "You could have said we had plans," Morgan said, as I slung the luggage on one of the beds. He was right. I exhaled my anger. Morgan had left the decision to me. He hadn't forced me to take the dinner invitation, and neither had Carl. I had said yes. I turned to apologize for my mood. He was latching the door, his clothes were already a heap at his feet; he turned to me, and smiled, leaning his naked body against the locked door. "So how much time do we have?" he asked. "Not nearly enough," I said, kicking off my shoes, and unbuttoning my shirt. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." He came to me, and pushed me onto the bed. ************************************************************************ 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.