Date: Tue, 11 May 1999 05:42:00 GMT From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com> Subject: Motor Home Adventures 20 Motor Home Adventures 20/? Codes: M/M/T (oral, anal) By: Joe Camp 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 if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. You're not that lucky. 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 Adventurers 20 Life Discovered 1 I sent my e-mail to Kevin, and told him about John's party. I told him about each of the guys, and that I hoped John would invite me to another of his parties. I also told Kevin, that I would gladly give up all the parties, just to be with him. The phone's ringing, woke we up. It had stopped ringing. How many times had it rung? I looked over at the clock, and it was only 6:00am. Something is wrong! No one calls me a 6:00am! It rang again. Once. Twice. It stopped ringing. It's Kevin's signal! Something is wrong with Kevin! I grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for Kevin. The phone was picked up half-way into the first ring. "What's the matter, baby?" I asked breathlessly. "It' me, Ron. Max." I heard. "What's the matter, Max, is Kevin hurt?" "No, he's ok. OH! I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot it's so much later here. I just need to talk to you, before I tell Kev." I could hear the tension in Max's voice. Something was wrong. Max was almost to the breaking point, as he continued, "Can Kev stay with you?" "Of course he can! He knows he is welcome anytime." I replied. "I don't mean to visit, Ron. I mean, can he live with you?" "Yes, Max. What happened?" I asked. "I fucked up." I could hear the catch in his voice. "I only got 87% of the questions on a test right, and Dad found out. He's making me move into a dorm. He is going to be here day-after-tomorrow. He said I must be partying, instead of studying. I'm sorry, Ron. I just fucked up, I wasn't partying." "Max, stop blaming yourself. I would be proud to do that good. Get Kevin withdrawn from school, and I'll get him a plane ticket to Las Vegas. Have him ship what he can't carry, by UPS. I'll get a ticket for late tonight or early tomorrow. I'll call you back as soon as I make the arraignments." "Thanks, Ron. I don't know what we would do without you." Max told me. "Max, I love him too." "Yeah, Ron, I know." he told me as he hung up. I was on the internet, looking for the best air fare, when I got a ping. Kevin was on instant message. >Do you really want me, Ron? >Baby, do you even have to ask? Where else am I going to find as sweet a >young ass as yours? There is not another cock in the world, that can make >me feel like yours does. >(Blush) Max is standing right here :-) >Is he blushing? >BEET RED! >I'm sorry, Max. :) I'll call you as soon as I've got the >ticket, Kevin. Bye, baby. >Bye, honey. I went back to hunting air fares. It wasn't going to be cheap, no matter how he flew. I made the booking, then called Kevin back. I told him I would be waiting, when his plane landed that night. It was only after I hung up, that I started wondering how my kids would take Kevin's living with me. It must be hard on Ronny. My lover is younger then my son, and we still haven't talked about it. I had most of the day to kill, before I left to go get Kevin. I called the RV park where we had stayed with Will and Chris, and reserved a space for that night. I filled the fresh water tank, and made sure the holding tanks were empty. I checked the fuel gage, and had more then enough gas to make it to Las Vegas. I decided I had better top off the tank before I left anyway. I chained the bike and step ladder to a tree, so I wouldn't have to carry them. I was ready to go, and it wasn't even breakfast time yet. I still had the whole day to kill. It was only then, that it started sinking in. Kevin would be living with me. All the time. No more planes back and forth. No more waiting months to see him. Getting to hold him every night. No more longing to be with him. No more loneliness. No more sleepless nights. I fixed breakfast, and slowly ate as I tried to plan out what we would do in my mind. 'We would have to have a base camp. A place somewhere that Kevin could call home. Where would he want to go to school? Tucson? He was impressed with the city. Will we need to get an apartment? The motor home is fine with me, but would Kevin be ashamed for his friends to know we lived in it all the time? I'll have to find a job. It will cost more then we can afford, to have an apartment, and the motor home. I'll just have to wait until I can talk to Kevin. He has a right to help decide. It's his life too.' I cleaned up the breakfast mess, and piddled away the morning. I watched a little TV, but I couldn't keep my mind on any show. I was watching a talk show, and was about 15 minutes into it, when it dawned on me; I didn't even know what subject they were talking about. I tried reading a little, but the words on the page seemed to blur into Kevin's face. It was really true. Kevin was going to be living with me all the time. Lord, how could I be so lucky. Lunch time at last. I wasn't really hungry, but I fixed a sandwich anyway. Eating would kill some time. Yeah, I kill a lot of time that way. My belly shows it. I was just finishing the cleaning up after lunch, when John arrived. He wanted me to go to the theater with him, but I explained about Kevin. I asked John if he would like to go with me to pick him up. He said we should have the time together alone. I guess he's right, but I knew Kevin wouldn't mind his being there, and I wanted them to meet. Besides, having him to keep me company, would make the time pass faster. John ran home and got a change of clothes, his shaving gear and toothbrush. He was back at the motor home by 2:30, and we were ready to go. I called Kevin and told him I was unplugging the phone, and we would see him that night. 15 minutes later, we were pulling out for Las Vegas. I know I talked John's ear off, on the way. I just couldn't talk about anything but Kevin. I had to tell John about the way his eyes would arch just a little, when he felt like being naughty. I described the way the corners of his mouth would curl, whenever he was thinking about having sex. John heard about the way he would bounce his leg, when he was on the internet, typing. I'm sure John got tired of hearing about Kevin, but being the nice guy he is, he just let me talk. We were almost to the RV park when it dawned on me; I didn't have any cheese. Kevin likes his grilled cheese sandwiches. I started watching for a grocery store, and pulled in at the first one I spotted. With Kevin's cheese in the frig, we headed on. We still had hours to kill, after we checked in at the park. About 6:00pm, I fixed a light snack, and told John that Kevin would probably want to eat after he got here. Kevin doesn't like to eat on planes. We just talked and watched some TV, until time to leave for the airport. I called us a taxi, when it got close to the time for us to go. It seemed like hours, instead of the 45 minutes it actual was, before Kevin's flight landed. We were waiting at the trams, when he got off. He spotted us as the doors opened, and came rushing over. I had to grab him in a hug, before I could introduce him to John. We clung together as long as we could, before John cleared his throat. I reluctantly let go of Kevin, as I turned him toward John. They were shanking hands, as John remarked, "I was expecting to meet some kid. Not someone bigger then I am." Kevin giggled, as he replied, "Come on John, it's just like Ron keeps saying. We know we're both kids to you." John got a good laugh out of that. We found our way down to the luggage area, and waited as Kevin's bags were unloaded. I asked if he had anything coming by UPS, and he said he had gotten it all in the bags he had brought. It's a good thing. I was worried as to where we would find room for all his things in the motor home. We got his stuff gathered up, and found our way to the taxi stand. As soon as we were back in the motor home, I had to take Kevin in my arms, for a deep hungry kiss. I was aware that John felt I shouldn't love Kevin like that, but at the moment, it didn't matter. I had to kiss him. As soon as our lips met, Kevin was sucking my tongue into his mouth. I went searching, touching ever spot inside him, making sure everything was the same as the last time we had kissed. His hands were rubbing my back, then my ass. He was pulling me against him, and I could feel his cock starting to stir, as I knew my own was. We broke our kiss, before we became too excited. I asked him if he was hungry, and of course he said yes. He got out his special skillet, before getting out the bread and cheese. I was glad I had remembered to stop for it. He had the skillet warming as he got the butter and pickles. Kevin is picky about his grilled cheese sandwiches. He want's them done in a cast iron skillet, with butter. Not oleo. That just wouldn't do. I had never used cast iron before Kevin came along. He talked me into getting one, because he said it just cooks better. I don't know if he's right or not, but it makes him happy, and he does make a killer grilled cheese sandwich. We talked a little about where he would like to live, as we had our sandwiches. He said it didn't really matter to him, he could be happy anywhere. I asked if he would like to live in Tucson. "You know I really liked Tucson, Ron, and I would like to go back someday. The only problem in Arizona is; gay sex is illegal, no matter what our ages. A cyber-buddy said the law in Nevada is murky, but it looks as if we are legal here. The age of consent is 16 in this state." "It Is?" John asked. "That's what he said. It's kind of murky if gay sex is legal or not, but it is 16, for straight sex." Kevin informed us. "In a lot of states were gay sex is legal, it's 16." "I thought it was 18 everywhere." John said. "That's what I thought too," Kevin replied, "but he says it ranges from 13 in some states, to 21 in others." "Well, I'll be." was all John could say. "We'll still be illegal," I reminded Kevin, "you're legally a run-a-way." Kevin just nodded his head, as we continued eating. The mood had become more subdued. We finished our sandwiches, and washed up the few dishes we had used. Kevin and I put down the table, and made it into a bed for John. The motor home only has 3 beds. The couch, the table, or the overhead bed above the driver's seat. I knew I was sleeping with Kevin on the couch bed, no matter what John thought about it. Even though the overhead bed is more comfortable, I didn't want John having to climb up there. As we were making our bed, I could tell Kevin intended on having sex, whether John approved or not. I could see it in his eyes. The same need I was feeling. Kevin tried to be very obvious, as he got the tube of KY jelly, and lay it near our bed. John didn't miss it. "Alright, Kevin." John announced. "You're not a little kid, and it's not like it's your first time. Have your fun." Kevin started stripping as fast as I have ever seen him go. He was naked before I even finished unbuttoning my shirt. His beautiful hard cock was pointing at me as he started undoing my pants. My pants and briefs were around my ankles before I knew what was happening. My dick was keeping up with the action though. It was rock hard. Kevin slurped it into his mouth, as he reached down to get my shoes off. John just seated himself in the chair across from us, watching as Kevin and I got re-acquainted with each other's bodies. It wasn't long before I noticed his walking shorts were down, and he was pumping himself up. Kevin had been spending a long time playing with my hole, as we hugged and kissed. I knew what he wanted. It had been a long time since he was inside me. Tucson was the last time. I just whispered into his ear, "take me." I pulled Kevin down on top of me, on the bed. The feel of him brought memories rushing back, of our times together. Yes, I wanted him inside me. I needed him. I had to have the feel of him possessing me. I belong to Kevin. My body is his, to do with as he pleases. Kevin started getting us lubricated, and I glanced over at John. He was slowly jacking himself off. Kevin started in, and it felt so right. So natural. Kevin was home. He started taking long strokes, working my prostate, giving me the feelings I was craving. John was speeding up his jacking-off, so I just told him to let us help him. He came over to the side of the bed, and since Kevin could reach his hard cock better then I could, he sucked it into his mouth. It was so hot, watching my lover as he fucked me, and as he sucked the other man I love. Yeah, I'm a little in love with John too. Not the same as with Kevin. Kevin is the love of my life, but I do have feelings for John. I had to force myself not to scream, as Kevin's dick-head scraped across my prostate. I had to clamp down as hard as I could, as it felt like my whole insides were exploding in pleasure. I heard John grunt, and Kevin was moaning, as I felt the hot, hard, splashes, as he empted his love into me. We didn't need to talk, as everyone got settled in their beds, and the lights were turned off. Everything felt right with my world, as Kevin snuggled into my arms. There was no laying awake that night. I was soon in a deep, peaceful sleep. It was late the next morning, when we finally got up and started getting around. I had the best night's sleep I have had in a very long time. We didn't get back home, until a little after 1:00. As we arrived back in town, I decided to take us out to lunch. I pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, and parked. There were some cars, but it looked as if their lunch rush was over. We went in and sat down at a table. The waitress brought our menus, and asked what we would like to drink. We gave our orders, then started deciding what to have. The special of the day was stuffed pork chops, and we all chose to have that. Kevin asked me to order for him, then excused himself and headed for the men's room. We had given the waitress our orders, and was on our second cup of coffee. Kevin still wasn't back. John commented that he must have gotten lucky. When Kevin got back to the table, John asked him about it. "I met the cook," Kevin told us. "I mentioned I had been learning to cook for Burger King, and we got to talking. He's a kwel dude. He invited me to go hiking with him on Saturday. I'm going to need a canteen, Ron." "I think I've still got my son's in the garage," John told us, "you can use it, if I can find it. Is he gay?" "We didn't talk about sex," Kevin informed us, " but, yeah, I think he is. I hope so. He's got the cutest butt I've seen in a long time." It wasn't long before the waitress brought our plates. They were full, and the food looked good. There was half an orange slice on mine and John's plates, but Kevin's had a full slice. The waitress winked at Kevin as she told him, "Stephen said to give this one to you." We glanced over at the door to the kitchen, and saw a young man, grinning at Kevin. He looked to be about 21 or 22, and had long brown hair. Kevin smiled at him and waved, and I saw what he meant as Stephen turned and went back to work. He does have a nice butt. We enjoyed the meal, but even though everything was good, there was just too much food on my plate. Kevin cleaned his plate, then picked at what he wanted off mine. As we were getting ready to leave, Kevin went to the door of the kitchen, to give our complements to Stephen. We could have had another cup of coffee, in the time they talked. Stephen called Kevin after he had gotten off work, and they went out a while. They weren't gone long, and when Kevin came back, he had a CD of classical music. He stuck it in the player, and I admit I enjoyed it more then the music he usually played. He told me Stephen had played it, and when Kevin told him he liked it, Stephen had loaned him the CD. We spent the next day, getting settled into our new life. I used the forged guardianship papers to enroll Kevin in school. Kevin went on his second date with Stephen. I knew they hadn't had sex, but I also knew it was just a matter of time. I was a little surprised, because I was now sure Stephen was gay, and I know Kevin. They came back from their date early. Kevin brought in one of Stephen's CD's, and put in it the player. This one was classic rock, and Kevin turned it down low. We visited as we listened to the mellow sounds in the background. Kevin told me all about how Stephen is openly gay. They had gone by the restaurant where he works, and the people he works with had asked if Kevin was his new boyfriend. We talked about camping, mountain climbing, and river rafting. All things Stephen likes to do. I could tell Kevin had sex on his mind, and from the looks Stephen was giving him, I was sure he did too. I asked them if they would like for me to go for a walk, so they could have some privacy. They told me no, but I could tell Kevin wanted to have sex with Stephen without sharing him. I told them they could just ignore me, and I would have my coffee. Kevin smiled his thanks to me. Kevin got the bed ready, then slowly started undressing Stephen. I could see the tenderness in them both, as they got ready to have sex for the first time. As Stephen stood naked before Kevin, I couldn't help but think he was a beautiful young man. His looks are what most people would call just average. He stands about 5 feet, 9 inches, and weights about 160 pounds. He doesn't have a chiseled chest, but it is nice and firm. There were no love handles on him, and I couldn't see an ounce of fat. His ass might be his best feature, but his hard muscled well toned legs aren't far behind. His blue-gray eyes were staring into Kevin's, and the tenderness in his eyes, made him beautiful. Kevin told him that he wanted to be bottom. It didn't surprise me, but Kevin is just as picky as I am, about who fucks him. As I watched Stephen get Kevin ready to receive him, I wondered if I was watching Kevin's other love. No, it didn't make me feel bad. I know Kevin loves me, but I know he needs more then I can give him. He needs youth, just as I need someone older then he is. The tenderness of Stephen as he entered Kevin, told me that this was something special for him too. They didn't hurry. Long gentle strokes as Stephen made love to my Kevin. Yes, they were making love, not just having sex. I know those looks that Kevin was giving Stephen. They were the same looks he gives me, when he is in a tender, loving mood. When they reached their climaxes, it was a sharing. A sharing of their bodies. A giving. Not the selfish indulgence of lust. As they rested, Kevin reached out his arm to me. He wanted a kiss. I went over, and bent down to kiss him on the lips, as he whispered, "thank you, Ron. I love you more then you can ever know." His arms went around me, drawing me down for a hug. I felt Stephen's arms around us, as he drew us all together, and he kissed me on the cheek. It's too soon to really tell, but yes, I think Stephen is going to be Kevin's other love. ************************************************************** Well guys and gals, (and a special Hi to the straight ladies that have been following the story), we are going to leave all our friends here for a while. I'm not going to say; The End, but there will not be any more for at least a long time. 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