Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 01:26:35 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 24 End

Motor Home Adventures 24 End
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.

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Motor Home Adventurers 24


"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."


  We didn't take anymore trips that summer. Stephen had to make
a living, and Kevin wanted to get a job to save for college. Kevin
took a job as a busboy at one of the better restaurants in town. It
was one of those places where if you have to ask "how much,"
you can't afford it.

  He did the job like he does everything else. 150%. He quickly
learned and it wasn't long before the waiters were asking for
Kevin to be assigned to their stations. Kevin was so highly sought
after by the waiters, that it wasn't long before they were offering
to split their tips with him.

  I got a job setting up appointments for home siding salesmen. I
didn't make much money at it. I guess I'm just not pushy enough,
but it did help fill the days. Summer turned to fall, and Kevin
started his senior year of high school.

  I wanted Kevin to quit his job, but he felt he could handle both
school and a job, and keep an A average. His boss at the
restaurant had started training him to be a waiter, and Kevin
didn't want to give it up. I was surprised when he told me the
better waiters often made as much as $200 a night in tips.

  Our sex lives settled into a routine. Maybe I was just starting to
mature. I was no longer interested in the adult theater, or John's
little get togethers. John and I would get together once in a while,
and we enjoyed each other, but for me the best sex was just me
and Kevin alone.

  Once school started, Kevin was so busy it almost took an
appointment to get to see him. Between school, work, studying,
his wanting to spend time with Stephen, and his desire to spend
time with me, the poor guy was going every which direction. He
no longer was keeping up with his cyber-buddies. It got so he was
staying out later and later at night, and was missing too much
sleep.

  I knew it was so he could spend some time with Stephen after
work. I finally talked to Kevin and Stephen expressing my
concerns over his missed sleep. I suggested that on the nights
Kevin worked, that they didn't see each other, but that he come
straight home after work. On Friday and Saturday nights, Kevin
would spend the night at Stephen's apartment, coming home
Sunday in time to get any homework done for school and a good
night's sleep.

  They didn't say anything, but from Kevin's squeal and finding
myself wrapped up in their hugs, I figured out that they liked the
idea.

  I knew I was going to miss Kevin the nights he was away, but I
don't think I really realized how torn he was between Stephen and
me until we made love that night.

  We made down our bed, and Kevin was really hyper. He
couldn't wait for sex. He lay in my arms kissing me and running
his hands up and down my chest. He fondled my nuts a while
before letting his fingers slip lower. I knew what he wanted. I
eased my leg open a little wider, and his finger was soon between
my butt cheeks.

  Kevin reached for the KY, and I raised my legs so he would have
an easy time applying it. He quickly had me slicked up, and I
took the jelly and coated his cock. As I touched his hard throbbing
dick, Kevin gave a slight shiver and moaned.

  We got lined up, with Kevin between my legs. He pulled my legs
onto his shoulders, and pressed his cock against my opening. He
moaned as he started in. Gently he went deeper and deeper. Past
my prostate, and I groaned. He bottomed out with a sigh.

   Slowly Kevin worked his cock back and forth. Slowly with what
seemed to be hardly any movement he withdrew as he lovingly
stared into my eyes. We worked for about 20 minutes with Kevin
jacking me off in time with his slow fucking. Suddenly, he sped
up. Moaning and grunting as he worked towards his climax.

  Kevin gripped my thighs tightly to him as he moaned and shoved
hard into me. "Oh Ron! Oh God, I love you!", he moaned as he
shot his cum into me. My cock was jerking in Kevin's hand as I
emptied my nuts onto my stomach.

  I cleaned us up, and Kevin snuggled into my arms. He was in
that almost asleep state when I heard him mutter, "Goodnight Ron
my love, Goodnight my sweet Stephen, my love."

  The arraignment worked pretty well. Kevin was getting more
rest, and the first report card he brought home was full of A's. It
was just after the New Year that I noticed something was
bothering Kevin that he didn't want to talk about. It took me a
few days to find out that Stephen wanted Kevin to move in with
him, but Kevin didn't want to leave me. After careful questioning,
Kevin admitted he wanted to live with us both.

  I explained to Kevin that I didn't think that would work. Stephen
and I are too different. We both love Kevin, but we don't love
each other. It would just be too hard on Stephen and me for the
three of us to live together.

  Kevin ended the school year with a straight A average. He
received a full scholarship to the University of Nevada at Reno.
Sometime between the first of the year and his graduation, I
decided what I had to do. I would have to let go of Kevin.

  Oh, I didn't want to. I wanted to be selfish and cling onto him. I
couldn't help but remember the loneliness of living without him. I
couldn't help but remember the sleepless nights when he was in
Portland and I was in Florida. But it was the right thing to do.

  Kevin deserved a chance to build a life with Stephen, not with
an old man like me. No matter how long I live, Kevin will still be a
young man when I die. Stephen had already announced he would
be moving to Reno at the start of the school year. Yes, they
deserve to be together without me being between them. Oh, it
hurt. It hurt as bad as when my wife died. But, I knew it was what
I had to do.

  I didn't say anything to Kevin about it yet. I couldn't give him up
yet! I had to have time to get used to the idea. I had to have time
to prepare myself for my loss. I decided to tell him after his 18th
birthday.

  Once I had made my decision, every time we made love was
something special. My heart was full of tenderness for my love.
Often at those times I would want to change my mind. I wanted to
be selfish and keep Kevin with me always. I knew it would be
easy. I just wouldn't say anything and everything would stay the
way it was.

  I was sure Kevin wouldn't leave me. Yes, I knew Kevin would
stay with me, but that wouldn't be the best for him. I love him so
much that what is best for Kevin has to be the most important
thing. Every time I would start feeling sorry for myself I would
have to remind myself why it was the best decision for Kevin.
Then I could look at him and smile without wanting to cry.

  I was so proud as I watched Kevin walk up onto the stage to
receive his high school diploma. Stephen was sitting beside me,
and I noticed he too was beaming with pride. The guys took me
back to the motor home before going to a party they had been
invited to. I gave Kevin his graduation present before they left. I
had gotten him a new laptop computer with all the bells and
whistles on it. I thought he was going to crush me with his hug.

  Kevin was in bed with me when I woke the next morning. I was
snuggled against his back, and he was spooned into my crotch. I
couldn't help but get hard. I don't know if my hard-on woke him
up, or if he had been laying there awake, but he just handed me
the lube.

  It didn't take long for me to slick us up, and I easily slipped into
Kevin's love channel. As we lay spooned together fucking, I
couldn't help but ask myself how I could live without him. My
hand was wrapped around his hard tool that I love so much. I
massaged his nuts with my little finger on the downward strokes
as I jacked him off in time with my fucking. He was squirming his
butt and I couldn't last. I exploded into Kevin and it felt as if my
whole insides were flowing into him.


  I don't know, maybe as I prepared my mind to give up Kevin
there was a subtle change in my attitude towards him. We were
planning on being in Duncan, Oklahoma on his 18th birthday, so he
could have the day with his brothers. I was sitting at the computer
one day making the final arraignments with his brother Max. I had
just hit the send button on the e-mail I was sending him when
Kevin placed both hands on my shoulders.

Kevin gave me a little squeeze before asking, "Ron, is anything
wrong between us?"

I couldn't look at him as I answered, "No, of course not baby.
What makes you ask a question like that?"

"I don't know! I can see the love in your eyes, but I feel a
coldness as if you don't want me anymore."

  There were tears in my eyes as I spun in my seat. I wrapped my
arms around Kevin's waist pulling him tight against me as I lay my
head on his stomach. I couldn't talk as he stood there crying with
me and petting the back of my head.

  I know I didn't do a good job of explaining as I tried to tell him I
would love him forever, but it was time for him to go make a life
with Stephen. I tried to explain how I felt, but I just couldn't find
the words. Kevin was telling me "No! No! No!" as I told him I
was too old for him to make a life with me, when he had
Stephen that he loved more than life itself. I tried to explain, but
just didn't know how.

  The tears were streaming from our eyes as Kevin was trying to
undress me. He was massaging my package as he tried to get me
up. My body couldn't help but respond to him.  The tears had
stopped by the time we finished making love. I think he was
starting to understand, if not accept my decision. He agreed that
when school started again he would live with Stephen. Of course
Stephen was excited when he heard, and I think his enthusiasm
and Kevin's desires, helped Kevin accept it.

  As Stephen and Kevin would soon be quitting their jobs anyway,
we decided they would take the summer off and we would just go
traveling. Stephen let his apartment go, and placed all his things in
his parent's garage for storage. We spent the first few weeks
touring Utah and Wyoming with Will and Chris, before heading to
Oklahoma for Kevin's birthday.

  We spent the night before his birthday in Wichita Falls, Texas,
before leaving early the next morning for Duncan. We were
pulling into the Duncan RV park right at 9:00, and Kevin's
brothers Max and Luke were there waiting for us. From the way
they greeted us, you would have thought it had been years since
we had all seen each other instead of the year it had been.

  We got the RV set up and all the utilities connected before
sitting down inside. It was already getting hot, and I think
everyone appreciated the air conditioner.

  We just sat visiting a while, and I couldn't help but notice Luke
was much more comfortable around us. It wasn't until later when
I mentioned it to Kevin, that he told me Luke is bi.

  There was one thing Kevin wanted to do while we were there.
He wanted to march into the bank and withdraw his money from
his account. We all piled into Max's car for the drive to the bank.
I think the teller was a little startled when all five of us crowded
around her window. Kevin asked to close his account, and after
the bank manager had checked his ID, they handed him a cashier's
check. A peace descended over Kevin as he held the check in his
hand just staring at it. I don't think it was about the money. Oh
yes, that was important to him too, but I think it was more about
his dignity.

  Kevin had threatened to tell everyone in town what his father
had done to him, but Stephen and I had talked him out of it. We
reminded him he would be hurting his brothers too. Kevin was at
peace as we drove back to Duncan and the motor home.

  We spent two weeks in Duncan as Kevin visited with his
brothers and caught up with old friends. He was ready to go when
we pulled out of town. He had had a good time, but that was a
different life. He was ready to move forward. We spent the
weekend with my son's family before heading on home to
Nevada.

  By the time we got home, Stephen and I had been on top of each
other for almost two months. We hadn't had any problems. I was
almost tempted to try the three of us living together, but that
wouldn't have been fair to them. I made up my mind to stick to
our plan.

  Kevin and Stephen wanted to get to Reno in time to get settled
before classes started. They didn't have jobs lined up yet, or any
place to live. We got a little U-Haul trailer and hooked it behind
the motor home to move Stephen's furniture.

  We made a caravan as we pulled out of town. Stephen had his
car, and Kevin his pick-up, as I drove the motor home. We found
a place to park in Reno, and it wasn't until the next day that we
started taking care of business.

  The first thing the guys wanted to take care of were jobs. They
each had excellent letters of recommendations from their former
employers, so they didn't expect any problems getting work. They
each took off and started putting in applications at the places where
they would like to work. They got lucky and both got a job at
one of the better hotels.

  We spent a couple of days apartment hunting and the guys found
a cute little one bedroom apartment that they could afford.
Between Kevin's scholarship, his job, the money he had in the
bank, Stephen's job and his savings, they would be alright.

  I helped them get their apartment set up, and hung around town
until classes started. Stephen had taken me aside when Kevin
wasn't around, and assured me I would always be welcome in
their home. The last night I was in Reno, Kevin stayed at the
motor home with me.

  That night as we went to bed, I couldn't help but think it would
probably be the last time we ever made love to each other. I think
Kevin was thinking the same thing.

  My eyes watered as I lay beside Kevin caressing his wonderful
naked body. His kisses were to my neck. Down my shoulders. To
my nipple. His sweet mouth sucked in my nipple and gave it
loving attention. He didn't ignore the other one. It got the same
treatment as it's brother.

  Kisses were planted on my belly. Down the inside of my thighs. I
was afraid I would cum as Kevin's hot tongue lapped at my nuts.
He licked the pre-cum leaking from my rod and it was almost
enough to set me off.

  Kevin reached for the lube and greased my hole. The need and
love I saw in his eyes as he entered me just can't be described. He
pushed past my prostate and I was shooting. I couldn't help it. I
couldn't stop. Shot after shot left my nuts as Kevin moaned and
fired his load deep into me.

Kevin collapsed on top of me and moaned, "Please don't go."



  Stephen was at the motor home by 8:00 the next morning. He
fixed breakfast, and the conversation was subdued as we ate and
cleaned up.

  Stephen disconnected the utilities as Kevin and I got everything
stowed inside, ready to roll. Kevin and I hugged each other
goodbye a good five minutes, not wanting to let the other go. I
finally kissed his cheek and told Stephen to take him home.

  I could tell Kevin was crying on Stephen's shoulder as they
drove off. I had to just sit until I could stop the tears that were
running from my own eyes.

  I was on Interstate 80 as I pulled out of Reno. Every exit I
passed seemed to be put there strictly to tempt me to turn around
and run back to Kevin. Over and over, I had to tell myself I was
doing the right thing. Over and over, I had to tell myself why. At
Soda Springs, California, it seemed I had to fight the motor home
to keep it from turning around.

  At Sacramento I couldn't fight the depression any longer. I got a
space at an RV park and gave in to it. For three days, I didn't
even open the curtains on the windows. I didn't turn on the TV. I
never turned on the radio, as the songs would only remind me of
Kevin. I couldn't read. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I just sat
drinking coffee and remembering my life with Kevin.

   I recalled the night we met. I remember how I felt as he
told me his story. I remembered how I wanted to help him
because he was a boy in trouble. I didn't have any thought of
having sex with him. That just happened. I went over that first
summer we spent together in my mind. My mind recalled in slow
motion our meeting Jack and Kevin taking his cherry. I saw once
again the expression on Kevin's face as the waiters sang "Happy
Birthday" to him. I remembered the time we had spent beside a
little stream in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas.

  I once again saw the tears in Max's eyes as he ran to hug his
brother when we arrived in Portland. I remembered how Kevin
ran to me when we met at the airport for Thanksgiving. I wouldn't
let myself think about the lonely nights in Florida, but recalled
the lust in Kevin as we met for Christmas.

  One by one I recalled all the people I had met because of Kevin.
Who could forget Cory in Dallas? I had to chuckle when I thought
of him. Then there was Stephen. Oh, I wanted to blame myself for
picking the restaurant he worked at for that lunch. I was selfish
for a while wishing I had never stopped there. But then, Kevin
wouldn't have Stephen. Once again I had to tell myself why Kevin
was better off with Stephen than with me. I love him too much to
see him torn between us. No, it is better that I move on. They
need some space in which to grow.

  It was the middle of the fourth day when I realized Kevin and I
had packed a lifetime into the years we were together. Neither of
us were the same people we were when we met on that Oklahoma
highway. Kevin had made me look at myself and discover the
person I really am. He pulled me out of the shell I had built
around myself, making me live life instead of just existing. I
decided I wasn't going back to that old me. It was time to move
on. It was time to start building a life of my own.

  I got up and realized I was starving. I got out the ingredients
for Stephen's hot cakes, and started mixing. I turned on the TV,
and let it blare as I ate. For the first time in days, I opened the
curtains and stared out at the world.

  The motor home was a mess, and I spent some time cleaning it
up. Just having clean surrounding made me feel more cheerful. I
booted the computer and checked my e-mail for the first time
since leaving Reno.

  My box was full, and there were 8 messages from Kevin. I
wasn't sure if I was ready to read his yet. I decided to leave them
for last. I answered the one from John, and told him where I was.

  The mail from my grandson was a little hard to answer. I had to
explain to him that Kevin was living with Stephen now. While I
was at it, I wrote a note to my son explaining the situation to him.
I assumed he would be relieved.

  I answered all the mail from old friends before opening any of
Kevin's. Kevin seemed to be writing twice a day, in the morning
and then again at night. They were just about what had happened
to him that day, or what he and Stephen were planning. Each note
ended with his saying, "I miss you. When are you coming for a
visit?"

  Writing Kevin was hard. I ended up just telling him I was in
Sacramento, and that I didn't know when I would get back to
Reno.

  I was sitting in Del Paso Park. I had wandered to the northeast
end of the park, and was watching all the cruising going on. Some
of the guys looked way too young to be out there.

  I couldn't help but notice the younger kids seemed to be going
off with the older guys. It took me a while to realize they were
working boys. I stayed until very late at night, and noticed several
of the boys disappear into the bushes and not come back out. I
decided they were homeless, and that was where they were
spending the night.

  For the next few days, I couldn't get those boys out of my mind.
I couldn't stop thinking about them. I Wondered who they were,
why they were there? What could I do for them?

  Ok, I admit I was getting horny, but I hope that didn't have
anything to do with what I decided. I decided the only thing I
could do with my life was to help one boy at a time.

  I thought long and hard before going back to the park. What
kind of boy could I live with? What could I put up with? Could I
deal with the problems of drugs? I knew that any boy living on the
streets would have to have some mental problems. Could I deal
with them? What kind of relationship could I build with one of
those boys? I wouldn't be treated as a Sugar Daddy! Yeah, I
thought a long time. The only conclusion I really reached was that
I had to try. Change just one life, and my life would have meaning.
Help just one boy to grow up. Love him and protect him as long
as he needed it, and let him go. Then find another boy that needs
help.

  I got to the park about 9:00 the next morning. I hadn't been
there long before a boy that looked about 14 came over. He ran
down his price list before I asked him his name. "Paul" he told me.
Paul. Yes, I thought to myself, maybe it can be Paul.


The End Of MHA I
Watch for MHA II


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To the ladies that enjoy reading these types of gay stories; NO,
you are not alone.

Thanks for reading,
Joe Camp
idc90@hotmail.com
1999