Date: Sat, 16 Oct 1999 01:38:52 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 23

Motor Home Adventures 23
Codes: 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.

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Motor Home Adventurers 23


  We just laughed at them as I gently withdrew my softening dick
from Will's ass. I lay beside him, and Chris came over and started
licking up Will's cum from his chest and belly. Kevin and Stephen
gave me a hug before saying goodnight. The guys went back to
the livingroom and Will and I snuggled together as we drifted off
to sleep.

  The boys woke us with the smell of fresh coffee and hot cakes.
We got up and after washing, dug into the breakfast they had
fixed. We spent the morning with Will and Chris before heading
on down to my son's house.

  As we were pulling out of Santa Fe, I apologized to Kevin and
Stephen for asking, but I told them my kids wouldn't understand
our relationships. I asked that they not act like lovers, and to let
my son's family think they were just friends. I could tell they
didn't like the idea, but they promised to go along with it.

  They weren't home from work when we arrived, but we didn't
have to wait long on them. You could tell my grandson Mitch was
excited as they pulled into the drive, as he bounced on the seat of
their car and waved.

  Little Mitch ran to us, and he did give me a quick hug before
latching onto Kevin, talking a mile a minute. I don't think he let
Kevin get more then 6 feet away from him the whole time we
were there, except when one of them was in the bathroom. Kevin
was nice about it and treated him like a favorite little brother.

  At bed time, I went to my room, as Kevin went to Mitch's.
Mitch insisted that Kevin sleep in his room. Stephen was made a
bed on the couch in the livingroom.

  Everyone stayed in the beds they were supposed to that night,
and the next morning we were all up in time to have breakfast
with Ronny and Bev before they left for work. We left their house
still without me and Ronny talking about my relationship with
Kevin. I guess it is something we will never be able to talk about.

  We were headed south out of town, and the last buildings were
just fading behind us, when the sounds I heard, told me there was
some 69'ing going on. I couldn't help grinning to myself, but they
had been real good around my kids. It didn't take long at all
before I heard the sounds of two people climaxing.

  Traffic was backed up at the Arizona Inspection Station, and it
took us a while to get through. We didn't have any fruit or
vegetables in the motor home, so we made it through without
being stopped long.

  We pulled into the first rest stop we came to, so Stephen could
get out and stretch his legs. He is used to being on his feet most of
the day, and being cramped up in the motor home is hard on him.
There have been times he would have to get up and just pace up
and down the motor home to keep from getting leg cramps. He
and Kevin took a walk as I started fixing our old stand-by, grilled
cheese sandwiches for lunch.

  I noticed they were squatted down near the back of the rest area
near some bushes. I called out that lunch was ready, but Stephen
motioned me to come to them.

  As I got closer, I could see someone lying behind the bushes. I
could tell it was a young man, and he was crying. I heard Kevin
saying, "Hey man, we only want to help. Please let us help you. If
what I think happened, happened, we know what to do."

  Stephen nodded with his head to the boys butt, and his pants
were wet and stained. To those who know the signs, it was
obvious he had recently had anal intercourse. From the way he
was acting, it obviously hadn't been consensual.

  Kevin was quietly talking to him, and said, "If you were raped,
we need to call the police so they can catch the bastard and keep
him from hurting anyone else."

"No cops!" the guy screamed.

"Ok," Kevin replied. "Will you let us take you to a doctor?"

"No!" he responded. "They would just call the cops."

  Kevin quietly kept talking to him, and the guy finally let us help
him. Kevin and Stephen helped him back to the motor home, and
he was walking very gently.

  We lit the hot water tank and tried to get the young man to talk
as the water warmed up. He wouldn't let us see how bad he was
hurt, and we didn't want to scare him anymore, so we didn't insist
he drop his pants. All we got out of him was his name, Larry, and
that he was 19.

  Kevin talked him into going into the bathroom and trying to have
a movement. He asked Larry not to flush the toilet, but to let him
see what it looked like. Kevin didn't tell him he wanted to see
how much blood there was.

  We knew from the whimpers coming from the bathroom when
he had a movement. At least he was impacted. We didn't say
anything when we heard the toilet flush.  When he opened the
door, you could tell he was in pain. He sat at the table and had
lunch with us, so we didn't think there was any internal damage.

  Stephen asked if he had any clean clothes, and Larry just shook
his head no. He and Stephen are about the same size, so Stephen
got some of his clean clothes to let him use. Kevin instructed him
on how to use the motor home shower, then we all sat towards
the front as Larry cleaned up.  He stayed in the shower so long,
we ran out of water. When the water pump started making that
dry whirring sound, I got up and turned off the switch.

  Larry came in and sat down in the chair, as we got the motor
home ready to roll. Stephen and Kevin were sitting on the couch
as I pulled back on the interstate. I could hear part of their
conversation as I drove, and knew they were advising Larry to
seek counseling.

  I heard the bitter tone in Larry's voice as he asked, "How do you
know so much? You ever been raped? You ever tried to fight off
two men that wanted to fuck you?"

"No," Kevin replied, "but I do know what it is like to be scared
and all alone. Any counselor will tell you rape isn't about sex. It is
about rage and the desire to hurt someone. It is about humiliating
someone. They haven't won if you won't let them humiliate you.
It's not about sex Larry, it's the same as them beating you. You
just couldn't defend yourself. Ron has taught me you can't be
humiliated unless you let yourself be."

"What makes you the fucking big expert?" Larry bitterly asked.

"I'm no expert." Kevin gently responded. "But, I am gay and I
know about these things."

"You're a bunch of fucking queers?" Larry demanded.

"Do you want Ron to stop and let you out right now?" Stephen
asked. "He will. We don't want to hurt you. All we want to do is
help you. Everyone needs help sometime, and you need help. If
you want out, just say so. We'll stop."

"No." Larry responded as I slowed down. "Keep going."

  Larry wasn't very responsive the rest of the way into Tucson.
We were planning on spending the night in the same RV park we
had stayed in before. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I
suggested Larry spend the night with us, then he could take off
fresh in the morning. I told him the table would make down into a
bed, and no one would bother him. He said he was OK with that.

  Kevin had been planning on calling Gary, the guy he had met at
Old Tucson. He had wanted Stephen to get to meet him, but they
decided against inviting another gay over with Larry there. We
connected the motor home to the utilities, and started our nightly
routine.

  I had Larry's pants soaking in cold soapy water as soon as the
water was hooked up. Stephen started supper as I gathered up our
dirty clothes and took them along with Larry's to the laundry
room. We had supper as our clothes washed. I got the clothes in
the dryer as Stephen and Kevin cleaned up the motor home.

  We each headed for the showers, and you know I don't take
quick ones if I can help it. Larry was in the shower a good 45
minutes longer then I was. We watched a little TV after he got
back, before making down the beds.

  Stephen and Kevin made the table into a bed, putting clean
sheets on it. The rest of us slept in our underwear since Larry was
there. We didn't say anything as he removed only his shoes and
got into bed fully dressed. I set the alarm for 6:30 as I wanted us
to get an early start. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help
wondering if letting Larry stay had been a good idea. He seemed
to be forcing himself to stay awake and keep an eye on us.

  The alarm woke me, and it was loud enough to wake Stephen
too. As always, Kevin just slept through it. I was going to be
naughty and stay in bed until Stephen handed me that first cup of
coffee.

"Hey guys," he said, "he's gone."

  I think we were all a little relieved until we heard, "Damn!
Damn! Damn! The son of a bitch ripped us off!" He held up our
billfolds as he took them out of the sink. That woke us up!

  I jumped down from the bed and grabbed my billfold. All the
money was gone and so was my Platinum Visa card. I had only
had about a hundred dollars in cash, but the credit card was what I
was concerned about. Nothing else seemed to be missing except
the money out of the guys billfolds. I immediately called and
reported the card stolen and asked that a replacement be sent.
Luckily no charges had been placed on the card since we went to
bed.

  I offered to replace the money that had been stolen from them,
as I felt it was my fault for inviting Larry to spend the night. They
both refused, and said it was all of our faults. Stephen was
concerned about how we were going to get home, as he had to be
at work in the morning, and he knew the motor home was low on
gas.

  I told him not to worry, we weren't broke. Kevin and I had
never told him about the fireproof strong box that is bolted down
to the motor home. It is hidden under the false floor of the vanity
in the bathroom. I got a couple of hundred dollars out of it, and a
Master Card. Stephen was still mad, and of course more than a
little hurt that he would do this after our trying to help Larry, but
at least he wasn't worried about getting home.

  We had breakfast, and I was putting everything away inside the
motor home as the guys were disconnecting the utilities. Stephen
called out, "Ron! Come here!"

  They were just standing at the back of the motor home staring. I
went around to see what they were looking at, and there scrawled
into the road dust like some kids do to cars with "wash me," was
"QUEERS."

  Stephen was all for calling the police and reporting the theft, but
I reminded him we couldn't have anyone checking too deep on
Kevin. We just washed it off and headed for home. It wasn't until
we got back to town and Stephen was gathering up his things that
he noticed some of his clothes were also missing.

"Well," Kevin said, "I still think we did the right thing by trying
to help him."

  None of us could argue with that. Stephen got his things in his
car and headed home as Kevin and I made our bed. We were
spreading the sheet when I had to ask, "What you said about me
teaching you that you can't be humiliated unless you let yourself
be, when was that?"

"The night we met." he replied.

"How?" was all I asked.

"When you accepted me for who and what I am, even when you
thought you were straight. When you weren't afraid to care about
me and you tried to comfort me. It was then I realized it wasn't
me that was humiliating my father, it was him trying to humiliate
me. I decided I wouldn't let him."


Continued

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1999