Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 00:38:46 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: Motor Home Adventures Motor Home Advents 1/? Codes: M/t (no sex yet) By: idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between teen boys and a man and a teen. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Motor Home Adventrues 1 Kevin Hi, my names Ron, and I've just got to tell someone about Kevin. If you've got the time, I really need to get it off my chest. I guess I should tell you I'm 56, and retired. I was tooling down the interstate, having just crossed from Texas into Oklahoma. I recently sold my business, and retired. My wife was lost to cancer a few years back, shortly after we had bought the motor home, and we got to use it very little before she got sick. It was only weeks after we found out how sick she was, before I lost her after 30 years of marriage. I was now going to make up for not traveling. It was early June, and my plan was to crisscross the United States, going where I wanted, when I wanted, before ending up at my son's home in New Mexico for Christmas. I had never been to the East Coast area, and only been to the West Coast once when I was in my twenties. I didn't have any plan, or destination, just if I got tired of being one place, to go someplace else. I had sold my house, got a cell phone, a mail forwarding service, and started roaming the country. I don't want you to get the idea I'm rich, because I not, but I had made some good investments, and should be comfortable for the rest of my life. I love the motor home, as it is completely self contained,except for a washer and dryer. I could go anywhere, and stay as long as I wanted, as long as my water, gas, and holding tanks lasted. Granted, the hot water didn't last very long for a shower, and the propane tank is small. The generator is loud, but will power the TV, air conditioner, satellite dish, microwave, and computer, all at once. It's not too big for me to take care of, and there is no yard to mow. Even without being hooked up in a park, I have all the comforts of home. The only down side to my life being I had no one to share the experiences with. I really don't want to remarry and have to get used to someone new. I had loved my wife, and as a companion I couldn't have asked for better. When it came to sex, I just wasn't really interested. Oh, we had sex, but it was a duty for me. I would think of a young man, imagining him humping my wife, as we had sex. I know it's weird, but that's the only way I could preform. I had spent a few weeks around Waco, Texas, and was headed to Oklahoma City. No plans, I had just never been there. I stopped at Fort Sill, and toured the museum. Fort Sill was where a lot of the famous Indians were taken after the Indian Wars of the late 1800's. The first buildings were built by the Buffalo Soldiers, the black cavalry troops. It is now home of the Army Field Artillery. As I left, I decided to get off the interstate, which is a toll road, and take the back roads to Oklahoma City. It was getting towards dusk, and I was still about 75 miles from Oklahoma City. A sign for a picnic area appeared, and I decided to pull in for the night. I parked between two picnic tables, leaving them open in case someone wanted to use them. One of the things I like about traveling in New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma, is that they have a lot of roadside parks where you can stay free overnight, not like some of the other states that limit the time you can park to a few hours. I wasn't tired or hungry, so I got out a lawn chair and sat outside, enjoying the soft evening. I watched as a car pulled into the picnic area, a young man with a pack got out, and the car drove off. He looked to be a young 18, if you know what I mean, but was at that stage where it's hard to tell. Some 18 year olds look older and more mature then others. He had the build of a man, but the hesitant bearing of a younger teenager. He was obviously thumbing it. He looked over at me, and I called out, "hello". He just nodded and went to one of the picnic tables, setting on the table with his feet on the seat. It was near 8:00, and the traffic had died down to just an occasional car. He throw his pack down beside him, and sat slumped down, like he was bearing the weight of the world. After a few minutes, he twisted around and lay down on the concrete table, placing his pack under his head for a pillow. I sat watching him as I was trying to decide what to fix for supper. It wasn't long before he got up and walked over to a tree. There wasn't a rest room in the area, or any water, so I wasn't surprised. He turned his back to me as he took a leak. When he returned to his table, he started digging around in his backpack. He withdrew part of a candy bar, and staring at it took a small bite, before putting the rest back in his pack. I waited a few minutes, trying not to be too obvious, before I called out, "I'm about to fix some supper. Would you join me and keep me company? I hate to eat alone." "I ain't gonna suck you, an I ain't gonna let you fuck me." he answered. "I don't remember my asking you to, I just asked you to have supper with me." I gently replied. "That old guy that dumped me here wanted me to suck his cock. He acted real nice too, until I told him no." "I'm not him. I've never fucked any guy, much less had one suck me off. You look like you need a friend. When's the last time you ate?" "Breakfast." "Come on over. Food, I've got." I got up, folding my chair and putting it away as he came over. Close up, he looked younger then I had thought. We went inside, and he throw his backpack on the couch. He asked if he could have a glass of water, so I handed him a clean glass and pointed to the sink. I got out some canned chili, and sandwich makings as I told him to take a seat at the table. I introduced myself, and asked his name, as I made some sandwiches and heated the chili. He told me his name is Kevin. When I asked where he was heading, he told me Portland, Maine. He asked me where I was headed, and I told him Oklahoma City, and that I was retired. I filled him in on where I had been lately, and tried to get a two way conversation going. Kevin would answer questions, but didn't volunteer anything, until I asked, "Do you have friends in Portland?" "My older brother just graduated, and will be starting college there in September. He said I could maybe stay with him, without Dad finding out." I put most of the chili in Kevin's bowl, and two sandwiches on his plate. I got out some chips, poured us each a cup of coffee, and put everything on the table. I took a few bites, before I asked him, "How old are you Kevin?" "I'm 18." he quickly answered. A little too forceful and quickly. "Kevin, you told me you older brother just graduated. That would make him 17 or 18." Tears welled up in his eyes, as he hung his head and said, "I'll be 16 on my birthday next month." "What happened between you and your dad to make you runaway?" "I Had To Runaway, He Was Going To Kill Me!", he screamed as he grabbed the sandwiches off his plate, and rising said in a little calmer voice, "I'm sorry, I better stay outside, thanks for the sandwiches." "Kevin! Please don't go yet. You need help. Your too young to be out on the road by yourself." He sat back down but gave me a belligerent look. "Kevin, I would like to help if I can, and if you'll let me. Please let me at least try. Tell me what happened with your father." "He Found Out I'm Gay! I'm A Queer! A Fag! I'm A Fucking Homo! You Satisfied?" He jumped up, the tears streaming from his eyes, but I rose, reaching out and touched his arm. Kevin stopped and just stood there. "Is that all? I thought you must of robbed a bank, or killed someone, or at the least raped someone. Please, sit back down and finish your supper." Kevin sat back down, placing his sandwiches back on his plate. He dried he eyes on his napkin, and started eating. "I take it your dad's homophobic?" He nodded his head, and took a few bites of his sandwich before answering, "He's the real macho type. Never does anything sissy, which as far as he's concerned, is nearly everything, and his sons had better not be sissies either." "Maybe he just needs some time to accept it, Kevin. You don't stop loving your son for no reason." "Not my Dad. He hates gays. He even brags about going gay bashing when he was a teenager, and in college. He thinks he's got plenty of reason to hate me. Well we hate him too. Max had to be the star of the football team. Dad wouldn't even listen when he tried to tell him he doesn't even like football. HIS sons have to be perfect. We don't dare bring home a B. I Hate The Bastard!" Kevin broke down crying, and I wanted to hug and comfort him, but I was afraid he would be offended. I reached over and gently patted his arm. In a cold calm voice, Kevin continued, "Max told me he said he only has two sons now, and their names are Max and Luke." "What about your mom?" "She does everything he tells her to. She's more afraid of him then we are." "Kevin, you need to go see Child Protective Services. They can find you a foster home, and make sure your protected and taken care off." "I don't need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I'll find a job in Portland and wait for my brother to get there. Everyone tells me I look 18. Besides, my dad would find me and kill me for bringing more shame to his damn name." "You can probably pass for 18, but you have to be able to prove it. No one is going to give you a job without seeing a driver's license or birth certificate. You have to have your Social Security Card. The government makes sure no one hires a kid. Can you produce those?" "No." "What's left is what you don't want to do. You would probably end up a boy prostitute, working the streets. You would end up having sex with old men like me, just so you could eat. You would have to drop out of school. If your brother is going to college, it sounds like education is important in your family." "You think I'm joking when I say my dad will kill me, but I'm not. He's a proud man, and everyone in the county knows him, he's a county commissioner. That's why he can't have a queer for a son. Social Services is one of the departments he oversees. He couldn't stand the shame, he'll kill me." We cleaned up, and Kevin said he would sleep outside on the picnic table. "I need to get a ride early, I'm in my dad's county, and all the cops know me." "Kevin, I don't know what to do. I want to help you, but you're only 15. I could be charged with kidnaping, and I don't know what else. Sleep on the couch tonight, and we will leave early in the morning. Let me think, and I'll try to come up with something in the morning." I folded down the couch into a bed, then got some clean sheets and a pillow. "How did your dad find out your gay?", I asked as I tossed him the pillow and sheets. Tears were running down his cheeks as he started talking, and he sank down on the couch. "I was in my room with a buddy from Duncan. I didn't expect anyone home for at least an hour, but I guess Dad picked Luke up and brought him home early. My buddy was fucking me when Dad walked in my room. He yelled "Fucking Queers", and ran from the room. We grabbed our pants, jumped out my window and ran. I know my Dad. He was going to get his gun and shoot us. We got to my friend's car and got the hell out of there. Max knows I'm gay and he's kewl with it, so he knew where to find me in Duncan. He brought me my pack with some clothes and my shoes. He gave me $40, which was all he could get without Dad knowing. He told me Dad had gone crazy, and was driving all over the county looking for me, and he has his gun. He'll kill me and make it look like a suicide!" Kevin burst out sobbing. I sat beside him, and put my arm around his heaving shoulders. Kevin was really scared. He really believed his dad could kill him. I admit I had thought his saying his dad would kill him, was a figure of speech. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his head against my chest as he cried. When he had calmed down, I told Kevin I didn't think we should wait for morning, but that we should leave right then. I asked if he thought his buddy was in any danger. He told me "No, Dad doesn't know who he is, and he lives in another county. He would have let me stay with him if he could have but he's only a year older then me, and lives with his rents." I stowed everything loose, and got the motor home ready to roll. I backed out, and we took off down the highway. We drove until we were to the east of Oklahoma City, before I started looking for an RV Park. I felt we would be safer staying in an RV park then at a rest area, if the police were looking for Kevin. It was after 1:00am when I finally found a place, and pulled into a space after I had filled out the registration and dropped the money in the drop box. We were both emotionally and physically tired. We were comfortable with each other, so we both laid down on the couch bed, keeping our clothes on. I'm sure my head had not hit the pillow good by the time I was asleep. I woke during the night, feeling Kevin slowly humping against my thigh, and I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He had one leg thrown across me, and his arm across my chest, pulling me tight to him. I could tell he was asleep. There was a tightness inside my pants that I hadn't felt in a long time. I wasn't bothered by his actions. I knew it wasn't because of me. Kevin doesn't like old guys. He must have been dreaming about some hot young friend, but at least he was no longer scared. I lay enjoying the feelings of him until he stopped. I just relaxed and went back to sleep. 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