Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 03:04:57 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 16
Motor Home Adventures 16/?
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
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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.
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Motor Home Adventurers 16
Searching 13
I lay awake, my ears straining for the sound of my bedroom door creaking
open. It never came. I awoke with the early dawn lighting the room through
the drawn curtains. I was still alone in my bed.
I slipped out of bed and made my bathroom run. Ronny and Bev leave for
work about 7:00am. I was up in time to say good-bye to them. Bev gave me
a quick kiss on the cheek, and Ronny have me a hard hug. Ronny and I still
hadn't talked about Kevin.
The second cup of coffee down, I decided to check my e-mail before we
left. I went to Ronny's and Bev's bedroom, booted my computer, and signed
on. There was an e-mail from gramps72.
"Hi guys,
Did Santa treat you good? I made a killing. I got more stuff then I know
what to do with at my age. I got a new color printer. Now I can print
out all those hot pictures!
I was surfing around last night, and was at cruisingforsex dot com, when
I thought you might be going through Albuquerque. I've attached what
I found. Have fun, and I'll see you soon, Ron.
LOL
John"
I opened the attachment and started reading.
>>Bookstore with arcade, theater. "A video arcade with several glory
holes, some connected three across. Also a peep show on one side, and
a small theater where some action seems to take place. Management is
very tolerant. Occasionally someone will knock on doors if no quarters
are being spent in the arcade booths. Men hang out in the hallways until
they choose a booth. Best times are Monday through Thursdays when the
working crowd is there after work, before heading home."
There were several other listings, mostly for what they called "cruisy"
toilets, and something about a tea room. "Tea Room?" I'll have to ask
Kevin about that. Well, I sure wasn't going to risk trying to get Kevin
in an Adult book store. I didn't bother reading much more, because
Kevin and I had already decided to take the Southern route, dropping
down to Las Cruces, then over to Deming, and staying on I 10 over to
Lordsburg, crossing into Arizona, and on to Tucson. We would pick up
Highway 93 at Phoenix, and follow it on into Las Vegas, Nevada. Kevin
would get a plane back to Portland from Las Vegas, and I would go on
to see John.
I was entering cruisingforsex dot com in my browser when Kevin came
into the room. "Morning, baby." I told him as he stretched.
"Morning." he told me as he kissed my cheek. "What you doing?"
I told him about the e-mail John had sent, and that I was going to look
at the site he had told me about. Kevin took my empty coffee cup, and soon
returned with it full. He was sipping his own cup of coffee as the
connection was made.
We learned how the site was setup, and found New Mexico. There were
several listings for Las Cruces, but nothing for Deming or Lordsburg. I
like Las Cruces, but it would be too early in the day to stop there. We
clicked on Arizona, and Phoenix had a bunch of listings, as did Tucson.
Tucson wasn't too far a drive, so we read what was listed. Kevin found
one he especially liked.
>> Tanque Verde Falls. Nude sun bathing and cruisy woods. "After
summer monsoons there is lots of water in the creek. Trails and lots of
hot naked men who come to have fun in sun. Park Rangers have been
known to be very tolerant. A few straight hikers, but mostly men in
various stages of undress. Be careful on the slippery rocks and always
bring water! Plenty of action." From town, drive as far east as you can
go on Tanque Verde Road which changes names to Reddington. Continue
once it becomes unpaved (after you enter the Coronado National Forest).
Stop and park just beyond the sign for the Upper Tanque Verde Falls trail
(make sure the sign is for Upper Tanque Verde)
Kevin wanted to check it out. I reminded him it might be too cold now,
and that had been written in the summer. He was a little disappointed, so
I told him we would spend at least a day at Tucson, and he could check it
out. We still had some time before he had to go back to school. I printed
out the directions of how to find the place.
We quickly turned off the computer when we heard little Mitch getting
up. I started fixing breakfast as Kevin started getting our stuff in the
motor home. He got my computer back in and everything hooked back
up. I fixed scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and some of those frozen hash-
browns. With plenty of jelly and milk, the table was loaded.
I think little Mitch was trying to keep up with Kevin's eating, but he
didn't stand a chance. That boy can put the groceries away. We did our
laundry as we got the kitchen and dishes cleaned up, made the beds, and
straightened the house. We went through the house one last time, checking
to make sure we weren't leaving any of our stuff.
With Mitch buckled into the passenger seat, we headed over to Grams'
house. I visited with Bev's mother, while Mitch had to show Kevin all his
toys he had there. I got a big wet sloppy kiss from Mitch when it was time
for us to leave. We waved bye as we pulled away from the curb. Mitch
was already absorbed in telling his little cousin about his Christmas.
We made good time, and decided to take a side trip to Tombstone. Yeah,
The Shoot Out at the OK Corral Town. We only spent an hour or so looking
around. Kevin had to play the fast draw gunslinger on me. He quickly drew
his finger as a gun, spun around, and shot a ten year-old boy. The kid
didn't know what to think. It cracked Kevin up.
It was getting late as we neared Tucson. We stopped at the Triple T
Truckstop, and got gas before heading into town. I got out the Good
Sam park directory, and looked up Tucson, for RV parks. Tucson
has a lot. We picked one in town, so it would be easy to head any
direction we wanted.
We got off the Interstate at Kolb Road. I missed the turn I should
have made at Pima Street, but Kevin looked at the map and said to
just go straight to Grant Road. He had me hang a left at Swan Road,
then a right at Pima Street. Well anyway, we had gotten to see some
of Tucson.
I registered, and we got hooked up in the space we were assigned.
Kevin fixed his grilled cheese sandwiches for supper, and we had them
as we sat on the couch watching TV. I really wasn't interested in the
show, I hadn't gotten to hold Kevin all day. We left the dirty dishes
until morning, as Kevin snuggled into my arms.
Kevin started feeling my package, but his hand slipped lower as my
cock responded. He was playing with my butt, and I knew what was
coming.
"I need some of that, Ron." he told me. "It's been a long time."
"It's your's, baby." I told him. "Any time you want it, it's your's."
We got the bed made, and I just grinned at Kevin as we undressed.
You could tell he was full of anticipation as he watched me. It made
me fell real good. I might be too old for some, but this hot young stud
wanted my ass.
I lay in the center of the bed, and stretched my arms out to Kevin.
He gently lay on top of me, as his mouth found mine. His hungry
tongue was searching the inside of my mouth. I had to force myself
not to giggle as the thought struck me that Kevin is always eating,
one way or another. I don't see how he can eat as much as he does
without getting fat. If I ate like that, I would weigh a ton and a
half, instead of just a ton.
I put the thought out of my mind, and went back to loving Kevin. He
kissed my neck, as our hard dicks teased each other. I spread my legs.
Gently he slid between them, being careful not to hurt me. His tongue
and lips hit all my turn-on spots, as he worked lower and lower. He
kissed the shaft of my dick, then lapped up the pre-cum I was leaking.
Each of my nuts was gently sucked into Kevin's hot wonderful mouth, in
their turn, and I was loving it. He kissed me lower, at that tender
sensitive spot below my nuts.
He pulled a pillow over, and I lifted up as he slid it under my butt.
He never left me, but somehow, he had the new tube of jelly in his
hand. It looks like he had been planning this. I felt the first finger
slip inside me, as Kevin loosened the muscle. I don't know what came
over me. Usually, I don't care about anal sex, one way or the other. I
give it to Kevin, because he wants it. I want to give him what he wants.
That night, something was different. I wanted Kevin inside me. I needed
Kevin inside me.
I urged him to hurry, and I could tell he was pleased. He slicked his
dick quickly, and was soon pushing at my opening. I tried to relax and
push out, but I was too tense. I needed him too bad. He had that goofy
grin again as his dick-head slipped in. I hurt a bit when he first entered
me, but by the time his 6.5 inches had bottomed out, it felt good.
I pulled Kevin down to me for a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth.
Hunting, devouring everything he found, searching, wanting. I sucked
on his tongue, as my ass tightened around Kevin's swollen cock, before
relaxing and starting again. A groan came from deep inside him. He
broke our kiss, as he started fucking my ass as fast as he could. He was
whimpering as he grabbed my dick and started masturbating me as fast
as I have ever been done.
Kevin pitched his head back and grunted "Oh, YES, OH, FUCKING YES! OH
SHIT THAT'S GOOD, HONEY.", as I felt his hot cum splashing into me. My
cock swelled and started jumping in Kevin's hand, as my own cum spued out.
He sit back on his haunches, as he held on to my legs and recovered. His
tender smile was full of love. It wasn't long before he leaned down and
cleansed me with his tongue. As soon as all traces of the cum I had shot
were gone, he crawled back up my body and stretched out flat on top
of me.
"Ron?"
"What baby?"
"Did you know you're my first real love?" he asked me.
"I am?"
"Yeah. I thought I was in love when I was 13. There was this 18
year-old guy that lived near us. He was the first I ever had sex with.
He taught me how to suck and fuck, and when that summer was over,
he went away to college. I thought I would die. By the time I found
some other guys to have sex with, I knew it was the sex I loved, not
him. You're the first I have ever really loved."
"Thank you, Kevin. I hope you know I love you too."
"Yeah. I know, honey."
"Kevin?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"Do you mind that I'm so old?" I asked him.
He blushed a little bit, and there was a pause before he answered.
"It bothered me at first." he admitted. "Then I realized I would never
have fallen in love with you if you were my age. At first, I was just
grateful to a buddy that was helping me out. It was just fun, teaching
you how to have sex. Then, I got to know the real you. I love the
real you, Ron. Not just for sex, or what you do to help me, just for
being you. I don't even think about your being old anymore."
"Thank you, baby. I've often wished I had a young hard body to give
you."
We turned off the lights, pulled up our covers, and snuggled into each
others arms as sleep overtook us. My dreams that night were filled
with Kevin, and his love.
I awoke with the sun peeking through the curtains. Kevin had his
butt spooned against my crotch. He was gently squirming against
my hard-on, and it felt so good. I was fairly certain he was still asleep,
but I wasn't sure. If he was, his hard dick was sure responding to my
hand.
I started feeling around for the lube, without moving away from him.
He was laying on my left arm, so I just reached across him to get some
jelly on my finger. He pushed back against my finger as I started putting
the lube up his ass. I still wasn't sure if he was asleep or not. I slicked
my cock, and started into him. He was pushing back, helping me enter
him.
"I would start yelling rape if that wasn't such a nice way to wake up.",
he told me.
I just nuzzled his neck as I started long dicking him. My hand found
his nipple, and started loving it, as my kisses covered the back of his
neck and shoulder. I moved my hand down to his well muscled tummy,
pressing him back tight against me, as I pushed my chest as tight to his
back as I could. Only my dick and his ass could move, as we worked
on bringing pleasure to the other.
Slowly I withdrew my dick from deep inside Kevin. The ridge of my
dick-head scraped across his prostate, and he would groan. 'Stop!' I
told myself just before I came all the way out. 'Push back in. SLOW!,
don't go fast. Make it last. Make it good. Kevin likes it slow and long.'
I would order myself.
My hand found his hard cock. I warped it with my hand, and squeezed
in time with my fucking. He loved it. Kevin was groaning and moaning
from deep inside himself. My hand slipped to his nuts. They were drawn
up too tight against his body. I didn't play there. I wasn't ready for
him to cum yet. I wanted more of him. I needed to make it last longer.
I don't know how long we lay side by side, connected to each other,
working, striving to please our partner. Who really cares? I don't know
who fired first. It may have been me, or it could have been Kevin. It
doesn't matter. All I know is that my tension was releasing into Kevin.
My love for this young man was flowing from my cock with each shot of
my cum. He was mine. His muscles were milking my dick as he shot out
onto our bed. I was his. That was all that mattered. We belonged to
each other. No mine. No his. Just us. Just our love.
We lay close together, resting, relaxing, basking in love, as we stayed
hooked together with my soft dick. I was so at peace, I never wanted
to get up. I didn't ever want to move. I was satisfied with life.
"I've got to get up, Ron, honey," Kevin announced, "or we will be
swimming in just a minute." Kevin always waits until the last second
in the mornings. When he announces he has to go, he means NOW.
Kevin rolled across me, and holding himself dashed for the toilet. I
got up, and after washing my hands, got the coffee started. I've got
to have that first cup of coffee. Nothing happens until after the first
cup is down. Weeellll, almost nothing. I can force myself to have sex
with Kevin before I get my coffee, but nothing else.
I popped open a can of biscuits, and got them in the oven, as Kevin
dashed to the showers. I fried some sausage, then crumbled it up and
made milk gravy with it. By the time the biscuits and gravy was done
and on the table, Kevin was back.
We had breakfast, then I went for my shower as Kevin washed the
dishes and got us ready to roll. I stopped by the office and asked
directions to find Tanque Verde Road. The man told me how to find
it, then gave me some pamphlets on other attractions in the area. I
glanced at them as I walked back to the motor home.
They were for Old Tucson, where a lot of western movies had been
made, The Desert Museum, San Xavier Mission, and The Pima Air and Space
Museum. I didn't think I would be too interested in the Desert Museum,
but the rest sounded interesting.
As usual, Kevin had the motor home started and warming up as I got
back. I handed him the pamphlets I had been given, and slid into the
driver's seat. We drove around Tucson a while, just seeing the city.
I was on Country Club Drive, and Kevin and I both fell in love with the
Palm trees lining the street. Tucson is a pretty town if you've never
been there. We drove around the University, and Kevin thought it was
real nice. It was cool, but certainly warmer then cold Portland.
We headed for Tanque Verde Falls. Kevin was ready to go climbing,
in more ways then one he hoped. We followed the directions we had
gotten off the internet, and found the sign for Upper Tanque Verde. I
parked, but there wasn't another vehicle around. Kevin was disappointed.
I told him we could hang around a while, and see if anyone else showed
up.
I started the generator and made a pot of coffee. We sat and had most
of the pot while waiting. It must have been the time of the year, because
no one else showed up, that day. We had lunch, then headed back to
Tucson. We were planning on going to the Air Museum that afternoon.
We enjoyed the Air Museum, seeing all the aircraft that was on
display. Kevin enjoyed the models of planes on display in the old
barracks. We saw the 390th Bomb Group Memorial, about the
famous B-17 missions flown over Europe during World War II.
There was a lot of paraphernalia from the 390th's European Theater
of Operations.
As we were browsing the displays, we struck up a conversation
with a man about my age, and a boy about Kevin's age. We learned
they were from Kansas, and making a tour over Christmas break also.
Chris and Kevin wandered off talking among themselves as Will and
I meandered around.
Will told me he was a retired farmer, and would like to travel more,
but as long as Chris was in highschool, they were pretty tied down.
As we talked, I learned Chris was in the same grade as Kevin, so I
knew that he still had a little over a year of highschool left. I told
Will that I understood what he was talking about, because even though
Kevin didn't live with me, traveling without him just wasn't very fun.
I love Kevin, but I enjoyed talking with someone older. I think we
all enjoyed spending some time with people our own ages. We left
the museum late in the afternoon. As Kevin and I watched Will and
Chris drive off in their motor home, Kevin asked me, "Did you know
they are lovers too?"
So much for the famous 'gaydar'.
The next morning, we got around and headed for Old Tucson. I had
seen the movie lot about 30 years before, so I had some idea of what
to expect. I had looked at the map, and planned on driving straight
up Speedway. When I mentioned at the office where we were going,
and that we would be back that night, they told me RV's had to take
a different route.
We got on I 10, took I 19 South until we found the Ajo Way exit.
That took us to Kinney Road, and after following the signs what
seemed forever, we got to Old Tucson. The other way was a lot
shorter. We paid the entrance fee and got inside. It wasn't anything
like I remembered.
We rode the stage coach, saw the shows, and watched the gun fight
in the middle of the street. Kevin wanted to stay to closing, but I was
dragging. About 5:30, I dragged him into the ice cream parlor. I had
to sit awhile. We got our drinks, and were served by a young good
looking guy. I could tell Kevin was interested in him, and he didn't
seem to mind Kevin's attention.
I went to the restroom, and by the time I got back, Kevin had made
a date. He told me the guy's name was Gary, and he was 17. They
had made a date to meet at the motor home after Gary got of work in
about an hour. By the time we finished our drinks, the park was closing.
Kevin and I went to the motor home to wait for Gary.
We hadn't been waiting long before Gary showed up. Kevin saw him
coming, and went out to meet him. I had to admit to myself, they looked
good together. Gary is about Kevin's height, but not quite as muscular.
He was a little slimmer then Kevin, but carried himself well. They were
a good looking couple.
Kevin introduced us when they got back to the motor home, and Gary
and I shook hands. We visited a while as Gary told us a little about his
life, and Kevin told him about himself. There was nothing sexual in their
talking, just two boys visiting and getting to know each other.
Kevin finally looked over to Gary and asked, "Well, are we going to get
it on or not?"
Gary looked at him startled, and then glanced at me.
"Didn't you know we're lovers?" Kevin asked him surprised.
"You're lovers?" Gary asked.
"Yeah," Kevin told him, "Ron's my love, but we like to get it on with
other guys once in a while."
I spoke up at that point, "Well, you guys may get it on, but I pooped."
"We can't stay here," Gary told us, "they will be checking on any
vehicles still parked before long."
"We can go back to the RV park" I told them.
Of course, Kevin rode with Gary, As I got to drive the long way back,
by myself. They took the other route as we headed back to Tucson.
They were waiting at our space when I got back, and Kevin started
making some cracks about old men drivers. Gary joined in, I just told
them they could keep talking, but that pay backs are a bitch. Kevin
told me they even had time for Gary to call home as they waited.
I made the hook-ups, as the boys went in and got comfortable. Well,
Kevin did start supper. I told him I would finish up, and for him to spend
time with his new friend.
We had supper, and I let the boys do most of the talking. I was tired
and just wanted to rest. The truth was, I was glad Kevin had someone
else to entertain him. It's sometimes a strain for me to keep up with
him, but I would never admit it to Kevin.
Kevin started unbuttoning Gary's shirt, and Gary gave me a searching
glance.
"I can go for a walk if your uncomfortable, Gary" I told him.
"Nah," he told me, "I just don't want you to get mad. I ain't never
done it with someone that's got a lover."
"I won't get mad, or get my feelings hurt." I told him. I didn't try
to explain to him the difference between Kevin's love for me, and
good raw sex.
Kevin got the bed made, and undressed as Gary slipped off his pants.
Gary's young meat was sticking up at about 45 degrees, as Kevin pulled
him onto the bed.
Continued
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