Date: Sun, 04 Apr 1999 16:47:27 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 13
Motor Home Adventures 13/?
Codes: M/t (mast, oral, anal)
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
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of that copyright.
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Motor Home Adventurers 13
Searching 10
I mulled over the weekend, as I drove back home. It had been kind of
fun, but I had missed Kevin. All it had been was wild sex. No love.
No caring. It was; any mouth or ass would do, wham, bam, thank you sir.
Hank would have had a ball. 'Oh Kevin,' I moaned to myself, 'things
just aren't as much fun without you. Well, I leave next week to go get
him for Christmas.' I reminded myself.
John's e-mail to me after I had told him about my weekend was short.
All it said was, "At'ta Boy!" Kevin had attached a story he said he
thought I would like to one of his e-mails. It was a four part story,
and I didn't have anything I needed to do, so I sat and read it. It
said it was a true story, and it was well written. It was about a boy
growing up gay in Texas, and was a tender love story, that just happened
to be good porn. The tenderness of the story made me think of Kevin. I
was missing him bad.
I finished Texas Tails: Raymond, and went to assgm.com where Kevin
told me the story had come from. I started looking for anymore stories
by Justin0398 at aol.com, and found another two part story about a gay
boy that would suck off any of his peers, and was then laughed at by
them. I downloaded Texas Tails: Zack01 and 02, and started reading. It
said it was a true story too, and Justin took pity on the boy. If
you've read the story, I think you'll agree it makes you want to treat
everyone a little better.
I went back to the site, and found some stories about teens, by a
writer called comicality at webtv.net. His were good too. His stories
were well written also, and I saw Kevin in some of his writings. It
showed he has a web site at comicality dot org and I wrote it down so I
could find it when I had the time. Kevin told me there were a lot more
stories at nifty dot org, and they were organized by type. I wrote that
address down too, so I could find the site when I was ready for more.
Between the two, I could spend the rest of my life reading gay porn.
I had been home three days, and Hank hadn't shown up. I guess I made
him mad leaving without saying anything to him. I didn't really miss
him, with all the stories I had downloaded, I sat glued to the computer
screen. I saved all the ones I liked especially well, to a file so
Kevin could read them too.
I found one at nifty dot org, that I had to down load. Just the title
intrigued me. It was called "An Old Man's Life", by idc90@hotmail.com.
It was about an old man falling in love with a little boy, and later
when the boy was a teen, having another teen join them. The boys grew
up, and lived with the old man until he died. It was a porn love story,
and at times I felt the old man was a heel for taking advantage of the
kids and having sex with a little boy, and then sometimes I felt for
him. I saw a lot of myself in the old man. The letter the boy, who was
now a man, wrote to the old man's grandson, made me wish I could do more
for boys in trouble. I know I'm taking advantage of Kevin. Sometimes,
I feel like I'm a heel. I can't help it. I love him, and like the old
man in the story, I need him.
Hank came by a few days before I was to leave to go get Kevin. He
asked me to give him a blowjob, and I told him sure. He wanted to watch
a gay porn tape, so he picked the one he wanted to watch, and got it
going. I closed the curtains, and got his shirt and pants off. He was
wearing jockeys that day, and they were really starting to tent out.
The head of his big dick was coming out the waist band, as he watched
the porn on the TV. I slipped his jockeys down, and took Big Hank in my
hand.
A quick swipe of my tongue to gather the pre-cum from his piss slit,
before I wrapped my mouth around the head. I worked my tongue at the
sensitive areas before starting my way down. It really gets Hank hot to
have all 10 inches of Big Hank down someone's throat.
Hank was holding the back of my head, and gently fucking my mouth, as
I worked farther and farther down his hard pole.
"Oh shit Ron," he moaned, "get all of it in there. Take all of Big Hank
down. Oh man, do it." He yelled, "OH YEAH!" as my chin bumped his ball
sac. I knew I couldn't stay down long before I ran out of air, as he
fucked my throat. I was just going to start up for air when he groaned,
"OOOOH Fuuuuuck!" as he started emptying his juice down my throat. I
was really starting to need to come off his dick, when he relaxed. I
pulled off enough to breath, but kept the head in my mouth until he went
soft.
He sat back relaxing, and I took a seat beside him on the couch. He
put a hand on my thigh, as he told me thanks. I told him I would be
leaving in two more days, and that I didn't know if I would be back or
not. I told him I was having the phone shut off, and telling the
landlord to rent my space if he had a chance.
"I'll miss you." he told me.
'Yeah, who's going to give Big Hank a blowjob?' I thought to myself, but
I didn't say it out loud. I just nodded.
Hank went down on me, and after he got me off, as I was relaxing, he
asked if he could come over the next night. I told him he could, and he
left soon after.
The night before I was to leave, I gave Big Hank some head, then Hank
took care of me. As he was leaving, Hank handed me a small package
wrapped in Christmas paper. "It's not much, but I wanted you guys to
have something to remember me by." he said as he was leaving. It made
me fell kind of bad for thinking all the things I had thought about his
not caring. I hadn't gotten him anything. I decided to save it, and
open the present with Kevin.
I had mapped out a route from Florida to Maine, that would have me
mostly on Interstate 95, but bypassing to the west of the major cities.
RV's with propane tanks are prohibited on some parts of I 95, around
Boston and New York. I would like to see Washington, D.C., and some of
the other cities I've heard so much about, but not without Kevin. I
didn't want to fight the traffic even going through them.
I wanted to leave by 8:00am, so I set the alarm for 7:00. I had
trouble sleeping that night. I couldn't wait to leave. I wanted to see
Kevin. I was awake as soon as the alarm made the first beep. I took a
quick shower as the coffee was brewing. I gulped my first cup of coffee
as I shaved.
A bowel of Rice Chex was breakfast as I checked my e-mail. I sent
answers to them all, telling them I would be off line a few days. I
told my son and Kevin the phone would be disconnected that morning, so I
would be using the cellular.
The holding tanks were empty, and the fresh water tank full. All I
had to do was disconnect the electric, the water line, and the sewer,
and ten minutes later, I was ready to roll.
I took the highway to Orlando, then picked up I 4 to Daytona Beach. I
changed to I 95, and at last felt I was on my way. Through Jacksonville
to Savannah, Georgia, and on to Charleston, South Carolina.
I drove longer then I usually do before shutting it down for the
night. I slept a few hours, and was back on the road. There was snow
along the side of the highway once I got past Washington, D.C., but the
road was dry and clear.
I normally only make between 400 and 500 miles a day, but I was in a
hurry to get to Portland. I was in a hurry to get to Kevin. As I had
sat in Florida planning the trip, I had allowed myself four days to make
the drive. At the rate I was going, I would make the 1500 miles in two
days.
I was on Highway 27, about 20 miles to the west of Baltimore, when the
snow started. It wasn't real bad, just a lite flurry, but I slowed
down, because I knew the road would soon be getting slick. I hoped
Kevin and I could make it back to the southern route, before any bad
storms hit. I've driven on ice in my younger days, but I sure didn't
like it.
The roads started getting bad, but I was able to keep moving. I
stopped long enough to eat and sleep when I need to, but kept moving
north. I was only about 150 miles from Portland, when the storm front
cleared. It had taken me every bit of the four days I had allowed.
It was getting late when I got into the city, and it took me a while
to find Kevin's street and then his address. I finally found his
apartment house, and a parking spot down the block. It didn't take me
long to be knocking on his door.
I had meant to be there when he got out of school that afternoon, but
it was nearly 8:00pm. Max opened the door and called over his shoulder,
"He's here.", before inviting me in. Kevin came bounding out of the
bathroom, and grabbed me in a hug. I returned it with all my heart, and
was sorry Max was there, and I couldn't kiss Kevin. He held me tight
for a long time, and I noticed Max was getting a little embarrassed.
I moved away from Kevin, and took a seat on the sofa. Kevin joined
me, sitting close enough that our legs touched. He placed his hand on
my leg, and I put my hand on top of his. I knew Max was on a flight
back to Oklahoma that night, but I didn't know what time. I asked Max
if he would like for me and Kevin to take him to the airport. He said a
friend was picking him up in a few minutes.
It wasn't too long after I got there, before there was a soft tap at
the door. Max jumped up and opened it, and a young woman came in. Max
gave her a peck on the cheek, before introducing me to June. We visited
a minute about the road conditions and the weather, as Max got his bags.
The brothers gave each other a quick hug, telling the other to have a
good Christmas, and Max and June were out the door.
"I thought they would never leave," Kevin told me, "I need a good
fucking, bad, Ron. Get those damn clothes off." he ordered as he
started stripping.
"Get the lube, baby." I told him.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a tube of gel. "I've been
ready all afternoon. That's what I was doing in the bathroom when you
got here. I was making sure I was still ready. Hurry up. Just get
some on your cock and get in me."
He got my shirt off, and dropped my pants and underwear down around my
ankles, as he started pulling me down onto the floor on top of him. We
locked our lips in a deep french kiss, but it didn't last too long.
Kevin's need was too great. Our need for each other was overpowering.
I moved to where he could lift his legs, and as they touched his chest I
started into him. Kevin was moaning and started jacking himself off as I
bottomed out.
I hadn't taken more then three or four strokes when we heard a key in
the door lock. I didn't have time to do anything more then pull out of
Kevin, before we heard, "OH, GOD!", as the door slammed. I wanted to
die of shame. I could only imagine what went through Max's mind, as he
saw his little brother naked on the floor, with his legs up, and me
naked on top of him. He might know in his mind that we did it, but to
actually see it is something else.
Kevin and I dressed as quickly as we could, and he opened the door as
soon as we were both decent. We both went out into the hallway, and Max
was leaning against the wall, with his head tilted back, and his eyes
closed, taking deep breaths.
"I'm sorry, Max." I told him.
He just shook his head no, letting me know that then was not the time to
talk.
Kevin reached out and touched his brother's arm. Max looked at him and
said, "I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I wasn't thinking. I didn't
even think about you guys maybe doing something like that. I forgot my
tickets, and had to come back." Max went into the apartment, as we
stood in the hallway. He came back out holding his tickets. Max didn't
look at us as he said, "Bye."
I started to say something to Kevin about it, but he told me, "Don't
worry about it, he'll get over it. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you
were about to make me cum, weren't you."
Kevin took my hand, and led me back into the apartment. The driving
need we had felt was gone, but it didn't take long for Kevin to have me
ready to enter him again. That time, we took our time as we built to a
wonderful climax.
We spent the rest of the evening just holding and petting on each
other. We had both had supper before I got there, so we weren't hungry.
Kevin logged onto AOL, and got his e-mail. He wrote his answers to
each, and let everyone know he would be off line for the next few weeks.
I signed on as guest, and got my e-mail. Nothing of great importance.
I wrote gramps72 a short note, then one to my son letting him know Kevin
and I expected to be at his house by Christmas Eve.
We spent the night in the apartment, and took a long hot shower with
each other, before slipping into bed. Kevin was right. The bathroom is
as small as the one in the motor home, but the hot water lasts a whole
lot longer.
As we lay in bed together, with Kevin's naked body pressed against my
own, I just had to taste the inside of his mouth once more. My tongue
searched each and every spot inside his wonderful mouth, as he sucked on
it. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth, and enjoyed the feel of
him being inside me. I had to make love to his body. I must make love
to him.
My kisses started on his muscled neck, touching and loving each spot
with my lips. A lick of my tongue across his adam's apple, and he
giggled. A kiss and a tinder nip at that sensitive spot where his neck
meets his collar bone. Kisses across his muscled shoulders.
'Are his muscles bigger?' I asked myself. 'Kiss down his well defined
chest, to that nipple' I told myself. 'Suck on it a few minutes, until
it's firm and peaked. Work the other nipple with your tongue.' I
ordered myself. 'Ah, that's better. Down his rippled tummy. Yes. His
muscles are bigger. Their more defined.'
In my mind, I instructed myself on what to do to Kevin. 'Work that
tongue in his belly button, Ron. Make him beg for it. Oh yeah, he's
moaning good now. Go down to his pubic area, Ron. You know what he is
going to smell like. Oh, YES! Inhale the smell of your Kevin deep.
His musky young man smell is just as I remembered it.'
I told myself, 'Now, get between his legs, so you can taste those big
juicy nuts. Spread his legs a little wider. Now bend down and lick
those beautiful balls. Oh, he tastes good. Suck one in your mouth Ron.
That one on the right. Be gentle, don't hurt him. Oh that's good. Now
the other one. Can't take much time on this one, he's starting to
squirm too much. Ok, that's enough. He's telling you to hurry Ron.'
'I don't want to hurry,' I informed myself, 'I've waited too long for
this. Take that hard beautiful dick in your hand.' I continued with
myself, 'Give it a light squeeze. Yes. It's responding. It's harder
then it was. It has grown some too. Ok, now lick that cute German
Helmet of a dick-head. Wow! That was a groan! Oh but he tastes so
good. How have I been able to go so long without that taste? Trace
around his helmet with your tongue. He likes it. Sit back up, and work
your hand on his shaft. Just once! Don't want to make him cum yet. I
want to play some more. Lick you lips, Ron. Look at Kevin's face. He
wants you. Ok, take that great cock down your throat. Deep breath.
Hold it. Swallow. It's all the way in. He's bucking hard. He can't
last long at this speed. He's going to shoot! Come off enough to taste
him! There it is. MMMMMMMMM, that tastes good.'
I gently sucked on Kevin's dick as he relaxed and his cock softened.
I gave it an extra massage with my tongue, trying to get out every drop
of his cum I could. He reached down, and pulled me up for a kiss. I
could tell it took a lot of effort. He was drained, and barely able to
stay awake. I slipped out of his arms, and got up to turn the light
off. He snuggled into my arms as I lay down beside him, and I think he
was already asleep. I wasn't very far behind him.
I awoke the next morning, and keeping my eyes closed, I smiled to
myself. I had dreamed of Kevin all night long. The feel of his body
pressed against me was fabulous. I felt him stir, as he whispered, "You
awake yet?"
"Yeah baby, I'm awake."
"That hard dick of your's isn't where I want it." he informed me. He
turned over, and grabbed the grease, smearing some on my cock, then up
his love chute. He got on top of me, and sat down on my hard rod. My
beautiful Kevin worked himself up and down my hard-on for about 15
minutes. I knew we were both close. He reached behind himself, and
cupped my nuts as his own climax started. I shot big time. Deep into
him I pushed as my cum was expelled from my nuts. Higher and Higher the
climax took me, until I fell back to the bed, with Kevin stretched out
on top of me.
I don't know how long we lay there hugging and kissing. I just know
there was nowhere I would rather have been. I could feel Kevin's dick
stirring and hardening against me. I'm only good for once a day, twice
on a really good day, but Kevin's at that stage he can cum over and
over. I just opened my legs a little, and he got the idea. It didn't
take him long at all to have me ready and to be inside me. It didn't
hurt or anything, in fact, it was kind of pleasent. I didn't at all
mind having his juice in me after he shot.
We got cleaned up, and had a late breakfast. Kevin checked his
e-mail, and I dropped a note to gramps72, that we were leaving that
morning. It was pushing 10:00 by the time Kevin got everything he
wanted to take into the motor home. We stopped at a station and filled
up the gas tank, and got the motor home ready to hit the road. It was
almost noon, as we left Portland behind us. The Plan was to take I 95
to Portsmouth, then work our way over to I 88. Take it down to I 81,
then I 59 down to I 20. We would stay on I 20 across Mississippi, and
Louisiana, until we picked up Highway 84, at Sweetwater, Texas, and on
into New Mexico. It would make a bit of a loop, but I thought it the
best route to miss any bad weather, extremely heavy traffic, and the
State of Oklahoma.
We were several miles down the road when I thought of Hank's present.
I told Kevin where it was, and for him to open it. He found where I had
put it, and unwrapped it. It was a home recorded tape, and all that was
on the label was a hand written note that said, "Think of me once in a
while guys. Hank." Kevin stuck the tape in the player and hit the play
button. "The Stripper" started playing! I didn't know Hank could be so
sentimental and romantic. It made me want to cry.
Continued
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