Date: Thu, 29 Apr 1999 01:29:17 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 18

Motor Home Adventures 18/?
Codes: M/M (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, it you want to reach old age.  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.

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Motor Home Adventurers 18
John 1

  Chris finally talked himself out, and snuggling a little closer,
went to sleep.  I wasn't very far behind him.  When I awoke the next
morning, it was Kevin in my arms.  Sometime during the night, they
had switched back.

  I had taken Kevin to the airport, and gotten him on his plane back
to Portland.  We had said our good byes to Will and Chris, and
gotten their address, promising to write.  I had gotten Will alone,
and told him that if Chris ever needed a home, to let me and Kevin
know. I left Las Vegas, and headed for John's.  I had waited so long
to meet gramps72.

  I found the street John lives on, and I was feeling both a longing
and a dread.  I was about to meet the man who has taught me so
much.  The man I have spent so much time wondering about.  I
know so much about him, but at the same time, so little.  He has
been both gruff and tender in his e-mails to me.  Will he like me?
Will I like him?  It's so easy to be someone different in an e-mail
then what we are in real life.

  I knew that John was 72, and had been a widower for 15 years.  I
knew he had children, and grandchildren, just like me.  I was pretty
sure that all John wanted from anyone, was sex.  I don't think he
wants any long term relationships or involvements.  He won't put
up with my whining, or a poor me attitude.  He is a man's man.

  He had admitted to me how he could have sex so often.  He had
an implant, that lets him have an erection anytime he wants.  His
doctor had recommended against Viagra, because being gay he was
already in a high risk group.  John's doctor told him that Viagra
worked by dilating the blood vessels in the penis and rectum, which
makes it easier for viruses to enter the bloodstream.  If your partner
ejaculates inside you, or the condom breaks, you're wide open for
infection.  John had elected to have an implant.  He has a sac of
fluid implanted near his bladder, and tubes implanted on each side
of his penis, where there are no nerves.  It works well for him,
because he doesn't have any problem ejaculating, just getting an
erection.  When he wants to have an erection, all he has to do
is squeeze the pump.  When he wants to lose his erection, there is a
little valve he releases, and when he squeezes his penis, the fluid
moves back to the sac.  I know some teen-age boys that wish they
could go soft that easy.  It would sure save them some
embarrassment.

  What else did I know about John?  Not much.  Just that he had
worked in insurance.  I didn't even know what he had done.  Just
that he was in the insurance field.  I knew he had been to college,
and I hadn't.  I was pretty sure he was in good shape and good
looking.  I'm not.  Would that bother him?  I hoped not.  John is the
other person I really want to have sex with.  I owe him so much.
He and Kevin are my mentors.  I would never admit it to John, but
I think I'm a little in love with him.  That is why I'm so nervous.  I
hope he likes me.

  I found his house, and pulled up in front of a nice brick home.
The lawn was neat and well tended.  It showed that the home was
well cared for.  Everything was neat and clean.

  The motor home hadn't been washed in a long time.  Would John
think I'm a slob?  It's too late to worry about it now.  I just wished
I had taken the time to wash and wax it before I arrived.  Maybe he
would just chalk it up to my having been traveling.  At least the
inside was neat.  Should I take the time to wash my dirty coffee
cup?  No.  He might be watching out the window and already know
I here.  I better take the time to comb my hair.  A breath mint!
Where did I put them?  I know they're here somewhere, but damn
it, where?  By the drivers seat.  That's where I left them.  Sniff
under your arms Ron.  No, I don't stink.  Well, here goes nothing.

  I slowly walked up the walk to his front door.  'What's he like?' I
wondered.  Hope, dread, feelings of inadequacy, they all raced
through my mind as I walked that 20 feet to his front door.  'Am I
expecting too much?' I asked myself.  'Remember, there has been
nothing in any of his e-mails to suggest he is interested in anything
more then just sex.  He's just a friend.  A friend you have never met
in person.  Just a friend, Ron.  He might not even want to have sex
with you after he sees you. Think of him as the older brother you
never had, Ron. Protect your feelings.  Don't let yourself be
disappointed.'  The front door opened before I got to it.

"I thought you had decided to camp out there."

  There he was.  John.  He was a few inches shorter then me, and
slim, without being skinny.  It didn't look like there was an ounce of
fat on him.  Neat, well trimmed gray hair.  Blue eyes. Distinguished.
That's the only word to describe John.  Distinguished.  I felt so
inadequate.

"Well, you just going to stand there gapping, or come on in?"

I felt myself blushing as I slipped through the door. "Hi, John."

"That's all I get?  Hi, John?  Give me a hug, man!"  He wrapped me
in his arms, and I wanted to cry with relief.  Maybe he was going to
like me after all!  I was soon returning his hug, as I pressed him to
me.

  I timidly kissed his cheek.  He returned my kiss.  Everything was
going to be alright.  I could relax.  'Just be yourself Ron.' I told
myself.  'What is being myself?  Who am I?  I'm too new at this gay
stuff to know what being myself is.'

  We sat in the livingroom, as we visited and got comfortable with
each other.  "I wish you had come sooner," John told me, "I leave
day-after-tomorrow, for Seattle.  Remember?  I told you I was
going to a friend's for two weeks."

  I told him about my putting Kevin on a plane that morning, and
about Will and Chris.  We had a lot to catch up on, as we really
hadn't e-mailed since Christmas.  I told him about our stay in
Tucson, as he showed me his beautiful home.  We laughed about
my quickly losing in Las Vegas, as he showed off his back yard.  He
told me the teen-ager from across the street takes care of the grass,
but he does the rest.  Even though it was winter, you could tell he
had to have a beautiful yard in the spring.  John was proud of his
home, and he had a right to be.

  As we spent the afternoon together, John asked me if I wanted
him to call some friends and invite them over that night.  I told him
I would rather spend the time with just him, and maybe tomorrow,
go to his theater.  I told him I could meet his friends another time.

I didn't really want to share him.  I wanted all his attention for
myself.  I'm selfish.

  For supper, John took me to a restaurant that had hot roast beef
sandwiches, so guess what I ordered.  After I ordered, he told me it
was the only place he knew of, that had them.  He had called cafes
until he found one that served them.  Isn't he sweet and thoughtful
to go to all that trouble?  He started to pick up the check, but I
grabbed it, and insisted on paying.  It was the least I could do,
after all his hospitality.

  His hand rested lightly on my thigh, as he drove us back to his
house. 'Oh, Lord,' I thought to myself, 'Could he possibly fell
something for me besides just being a friend?  Can he tell how I fell
about him?'  I hoped he couldn't feel the trembling in my body, that
I felt.  I had never felt that way around anyone before.  It was like
what I understand a boy goes through on his first date.  'I'm not a
boy!' I thought to myself.  I've been married!  I've got a grown son!

I've got a grandson, for Christ's sake!  Please, John, don't move
your hand away!' I begged him in my mind.

  John led me to his bedroom, when we got back to his house.
'Thank You Lord!' I screamed in my mind.  I wrapped my arms
around him, hugging as I pulled him to me for a kiss.  John broke
our kiss, and excused himself.  I thought I knew what he was going
to do.  I whispered into his ear, "Let me do it, please.  I want too."

There was an embarrassed tone to his voice as he asked, "I told you
about that?"

"Yeah," I told him, "a long time ago."

  I returned to our kiss, and as his tongue found the inside of my
mouth, I started unbuttoning his shirt.  I slipped it off his
shoulders, and he shrugged it off.  His chest had a fine carpet of
gray hair.  Not too much, but enough to know, here was a man.  His
nipples were large, about the size of the silver dollar tokens in the
Vegas casinos.  His stomach was flat and firm.  I could see why the
younger men are attracted to John.  I wrapped my lips around one
of his big nipples, and he sighed as his hands moved to the back of
my head.  Once it started firming up, I moved to the other side.  It
too was firm.  I kissed downward, as I dropped to my knees.  His
belt was soon at eye level.  The prize was just under that zipper.

  'Don't rush it Ron,' I ordered myself, 'It will still be there in a
minute.  Do it right.  Make it good for John too.'  I had to pause, to
stop the trembling of my hands, before reaching for his belt.  I
hoped John didn't notice.  Why couldn't I get that damn simple
buckle open?  John was about to help, when it finally fell free.
Hook and loop, at the top of his pants.  There.  Now, just the
zipper holding them up.  I can tell he doesn't have on underwear.
Well, neither do I.

  'Careful, Ron, don't catch him.' I instructed as I lowered his
zipper.  I let the weight of his pants carry them to the floor.  He
stood there in front of me, totally exposed.  He is beautiful.  His
cock was at half mast, and the head lay there inviting my attention.
'Not yet! Get his shoes off, first.'  I slipped off one shoe, then the
other.  John stepped out of his pants.  I lifted his foot and removed
his sock.  Then the right foot.  He's naked.

  I placed my nose in his pubic bush.  He smelt clean and manly.
None of that sour smell so many old men get.  I nudged his cock
out of the way with my nose.  His sac of nuts were plump and full.
I kissed them before licking on them.  John moaned.  My hand was
feeling him for the implanted pump, as I slurped his semi-hard dick
into my mouth.  He guided my hand to where I was to squeeze, as
he explained, "It has a pump -- not unlike the little horn on a kid's
bike, where you squeeze the rubber bulb to force air through the
horn.  That rubber bulb, in the inflatable prosthesis, is located in
the scrotum.  It's like having three balls down there.  You squeeze
the rubber bulb -- I do it with about 45 squeezes on a good day; as
many 70 or 80 if my fingers aren't working hard enough, before I
release enough of the fluid (saline solution, actually) into my dick.

And though I know what's a pump and what's a testicle, I don't
know if I'd trust my partner with that distinction unless I instructed
him and let him try it 'till I was sure he knew what he's doing."  I
couldn't help but smile at the thought that it would be great being
able to get fucked anytime I wanted, just by pumping him up.  It
didn't matter if he was in the mood or not. I gently squeezed where
he showed me.  He cock stiffened a little.  I squeezed again, and
again as he grew harder in my mouth.  It was such a turn on, feeling
it grow inside me.  I didn't want John to cum yet, so I came off
his dick, as I kept pumping.  It was hard, and ready for action.

"Fuck me, John.  Please," I begged, "fuck me.  I need to feel you
inside me."  I knew fucking wasn't one of John's favorites, but I
hoped he would.

"Not with all those clothes on." he told me, as he grinned.  I don't
think I've ever gotten undressed faster!  My shoes came off without
being untied.  I kicked them to the side.  Ok, so I'm a slob.  John
was working on my pants, as I slipped my shirt off, over my head.

I didn't even give him a choice.  I just lay on my back, and slipped a
pillow under me.  I wanted to watch this old man at work.  It felt a
little strange as he worked the lube into me.  Kevin was the only
other one to have ever touched me like that.  He slipped a finger
deep into me, and touched my prostate.  I hoped he wouldn't do
that very much.  I would cum before he could even get into me.  I
didn't say anything though, I was his to do with as he wanted.
'Please, John!  Please, fuck me!' I was screaming over and over in
my head.

  'At last!  He's getting lined up. I can feel his dick-head at my
hole.  Push out, Ron.  Relax and push out.  Help him get in.' I told
myself.

"Oh, Yes! It's IN!"  I screamed.  "Fuck me John!  Fuck me!"  His
face was just a blur, as he started long dicking me.  My world
became the feelings, as his dick worked past my prostate. Then
deeper into me.  Back, almost out.  Back in. 'John is grunting.  Is
that me whimpering?  No! Not yet!  I want more!  Don't let it
happen yet! Please, Lord, I want more!' my mind pleaded.  'I can't
hold back!  Oh, I feel his hot cum!' I informed myself.  "OOOHHH,
JOOOOHN." I screamed, as my climax went to new heights.

  John lay on top of me, as we recovered from our workout.  There
is a lot to be said for the excitement a teen gives, but experience
tells.  My arms found their way to his butt, and I pressed him to me,
as we lay getting our breath back.  'Should I tell him how I feel?" I
asked myself for the hundredth time.  'No, he doesn't feel the same
way.  Don't make a fool of yourself, Ron.  It's just sex, to him.'

  John rolled to my side.  I asked him to show me how to deflate
him.  He told me, "At the outer tip of the rubber bulb, is the metal
release valve; I can find it through experience; it would be very
difficult for you to find it.  Yes, you could squeeze the fluid out of
my cock -- but even then, there's a right way and a wrong way, so
that needs some tutoring.  When I release the fluid, I take the bulb
gently between my thumb and middle finger to steady it, then hit the
release valve with my forefinger.  And I have to be careful not to
squeeze the scrotum in the process, as that can be a bit
uncomfortable."

  We got up and showered, and I promised John I would give him
the best blow-job I could, tomorrow.  I knew that's what he really
likes.  We sat around, and watched a little TV, until it was bed time.
I asked John if I could sleep with him.  He smiled a little to
himself,
before telling me I could.  I slipped into bed, and got as close to
him as I could, without touching him.  I didn't want to infringe on
his space.  He reached over, and pulled me to him.  I happily
snuggled against him, resting my head on his arm, as he hugged me
to him.

  When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of, was that it was
daylight.  The second, was that John wasn't there.  The third, that
I needed the toilet, bad.  I heard John in the bathroom, and headed
that way.  He was shaving, so after telling him good morning, I
took a seat on the throne.  I noisily passed some gas, and John
pinched his nose shut, and looking at me, said, "Talk about an old
fart!"

I couldn't help giggling, as I told him, "Sorry, but you're the one
that caused it.  I get gassy every time I get fucked."

"You should have warned me last night." He told me as he waved
his hand in front of his face.

  I got shaved and brushed my teeth, as John got dressed.  We had a
little breakfast, and were ready for whatever the day brought.  I got
on John's computer, and e-mailed Kevin.  In the early afternoon,
John asked if I wanted to go out to the theater.  I admitted that I
really didn't, that I wanted to give him a blow-job.

  We went to his bedroom, and slowly undressed each other.  My
desire for him was there, but the nervousness of the day before was
gone.  It might only be for sex, but John accepted me, just as I am.
As soon as we were naked, I gently pushed him toward the bed.
He lay down, and I crawled between John's legs.

  He started to pump the reservoir, but I stopped him.  I wanted to
do it.  I wanted to once again, feel him harden in my mouth.  I
stretched out, over his body, keeping my weight on my knees and
elbows.  I kissed his neck.  I nuzzled that tender spot between the
neck and collar bone.  I really like it when Kevin does that to me,
and I hoped he did too. 'He must like it, he gave a soft moan.'
Kisses down his chest, and between his nipples, as I debated which
one to work on first.  'The left one.  It looks more relaxed then the
right side. A quick suck on it. A gentle nip. Ah, it's responding.
Now, the other side, they have to match. They're mates.'

  'Now kisses down his tummy. Tongue that belly button. Ok, he
doesn't seem to like that as much as Kevin and I do.  Move on. Oh,
yes.  Those nuts. Lick those nuts, Ron.  Make him beg for it.
Should I put a finger up him? Go for it. That e-mail he sent you had
him doing that.  He must like it.  Lick your finger first.  Don't try
it dry.  That went in easy enough.  Oh, yeah.  He's moaning again. He
wants it.  That must be his prostate.  Ok, Ron.  Get that cock in
you mouth.  Hum, it's not real soft.  Ok, now pump the spot.  Make
him get hard in your mouth.  Yeah.  Lick it.  Come on Ron, work
it, make it really good for him.  Don't let him regret inviting you.
Swallow it down.  Pump that spot again.  Get him as hard as you
can.  Oh, yeah! He's bucking.  Hope he doesn't press my head
against him so hard I can't come up for air.  It's ok.  He's pressing
gently.  Grab a breath and get back down on him. That's the way to
do it.  Oh Oh, feels like his about to cum.  Pull off  enough to taste
him.  Here it comes.  MMMMM.  Not bad.  Not bad at all.'

  I lay beside John, as he rested, and I had to place my hand on his
chest.  I just had to touch him.  He soon turned to me and kissed
me.  It was my turn.  I had to urge him to hurry.  Not too much
foreplay, or I would lose it.  He quickly went down on me, and I
don't think I lasted two minutes.  I exploded into his mouth, with so
much force it hurt.  'Oh John, I wish you felt the same.  I wish I
could tell you how much I love you.  But, I can't. I can't take the
chance of being hurt.'

  I helped him pack for his trip.  He would be leaving early in the
morning, and I had offered to drive him to Las Vegas, to the
airport, but he had arrainged for someone else to take him.  I had
decided I would go back to Tucson, and wait for school to be out,
until Kevin could rejoin me.  I would get a place to park, and then
Kevin could go to Upper Tanque Verde Falls.

  I snuggled in close to John, as we slept, that last night.  When the
alarm woke us, I was depressed.  We got around and had breakfast.
I kissed him good bye, and left before his friend arrived.  As I
pulled away from his house, I wondered when we would meet
again.  We would meet again, if I had anything to do with it!

Continued

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