Date: Sun, 21 Mar 1999 18:04:27 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 4

Motor Home Advents 4/?
Codes: M/ (solo mast)
By: idc90@hotmail.com
posted 2/15/99

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.  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 
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Motor Home Adventurers 4
Searching 1

 I was ready to leave Portland.  The motor home seemed a
little empty now, and I was already missing having Kevin to
talk to.  I was on a back road headed for the State of New 
York.  There was a hitch hiker, and as I passed, he looked
clean and young.  `Hum, .....I wonder........?' I thought
to myself as I pulled off to the side of the road.   

  He grabbed his bag and ran to where I had stopped.  I opened
the door for him, and took his bag as he climbed in.  I placed
the bag on the couch where it wouldn't fall and got back in the
driver's seat as I pointed to the passenger seat and told him
to have a seat.  I checked the rear views, and pulled back onto
the highway.  I asked him where he was headed, and he said he
was headed near Warren, New Hampshire, in the White Mountains.
I hadn't been planing on going there, but decided it might be
nice to see some mountains before heading down to the warmer 
states for the winter.  I don't know, but it seems the older
I get the less I like the cold. I wanted to be in Florida before
the cold weather set in.

  I introduced myself and he told me his name was Bill.  He said
he had just got out of the Navy, and his brother-in-law had gotten
him a job.  He had gone home and spent a few days with his folks, 
and was now going to stay with his sister and her family.

  We were just past Cornish, and I knew the New Hampshire state
line wasn't far.  I didn't know how far it was to the White
Mountains, but Bill said on the map it wasn't that far.  I spotted
a picnic area, and pulled in to check the road atlas.  I made notes
on the highways we would have to travel, and it looked like we
would be there by early afternoon.

  Bill was a good looking young man, maybe 22 or 23.  He was
wearing new jeans that fit him well.  Not too tight, but not those
baggy kind.  I was watching him out of the corner of my eye, as I
watched the road.  He was sitting with his legs spread wide, and his
jeans were just tight enough to hint at what was inside.  I could tell
his dick was laying against his left thigh, but not how big it was.

  He was watching the scenery pass by and I watched as his hand
moved to his crotch and cupped his package.  Bill turned to me as
he made a comment about the country side, drawing my glance to
his face.  He hadn't moved his hand.  Was he trying to give me a 
signal?  I don't know.  I realized I don't know how to pick up a guy.
How do guys let each other know they are interested?  What if I
say something and I'm wrong?  He could kill me!  I would be no
match for him in a fight.  Is there something I should say to test
the waters?  Naw, it can't be a signal.  I sometimes cup myself.
I should have asked Kevin.  He could have taught me.  I recalled
I had never in my life picked up anyone.  My wife had picked up me.
We had met, and she was the aggressor in our relationship.  We got
married because she wanted too.  Don't get me wrong,  I loved my
wife, but she knew I wouldn't ever make the first move.

  Now that I've found it, I don't want to lose having sex.  I didn't
know I was gay.  I didn't know all those years what was wrong. I
didn't know I like guys.  Thank you Kevin for teaching me.  I just
wish he had taught me more.  I'll send him an e-mail and ask him.

I had an idea.  "It must have been rough having to do without sex." 

"Yeah," he answered, "it was."  He went back to looking out the
window but I saw him switch hands and gently massage his meat.
No, he wasn't trying to give me a signal.  Was he?  I wish I knew
one way or the other for sure.

  We stopped and I fixed us some sandwiches for lunch, as Bill
told me about his world travels.  Didn't sound very exciting.  He
didn't say anything about sex one way or the other, and I didn't
know how to ask.  I had never before been interested in someone
else's sex life, and had never encouraged anyone to talk about
their own. 

  We got to his sister's place a few hours later, and she was 
standing in the door as we pulled into the yard.  It was getting 
near 4:00 by the time we found the house on a little dirt road in
the middle of nowhere.  It was a dumpy little house set off by it's
self, with a big yard.  I couldn't see another house nearby.  There
was a couple of old cars setting around, that didn't look like they
had run in a long time.  The job his brother-in-law had gotten
him must not be much.

  Bill introduced me to his sister and we visited a while.  She 
seemed like a nice girl.  I should say woman, as she is older than
Bill and has a 3 year old daughter.  At my age, most people seem
like kids.

  I told them I had best be going, because I wanted to find where
I would park for the night.  Bill's sister insisted I just leave the
motor home parked where it was.  She invited me to stay for
supper, and I told her I would if I could take them out to a 
restaurant.  I wasn't too sure I wanted to eat anything fixed in
that house.  She readily agreed.  I got the impression they
didn't get to go out much.

  Her husband got home about 5:30, and we went to a little cafe
about 6 miles away, after he had cleaned up.  That meant he washed
his hands, I think.  The food was good and not too expensive.  I
had never thought of a child as a brat, but theirs I did.  She had
her mother and father well trained.

  Once we got back to their house, they invited me in.  I begged 
off with the excuse it was Bill's first night there and they should
just be family.  I wrote Kevin an e-mail asking how you spot when
someone is gay.  I watched a little TV before turning in.

  I woke during the night.  I had a hard-on and was humping 
fast and hard against a pillow I had pressed against my crotch.
I was so disappointed.  I had been dreaming of Kevin.  It still
seemed as if I could feel him spooned into my crotch.  I could
close my eyes and fell the shape of his leg.  I could remember
how his butt felt cupped in my hands.  I had never felt this way
before.  I needed relief.  I needed to get off.

  I had never been much for masturbating.  Oh, I did it like all
boys do when I was 13 or 14, but one time my mother walked in on
me.  I won't go into what happened, but let's just say I always
felt too guilty if I did it more than once a month after that.
I never did it if there was anyone else in the house even late
at night after everyone was asleep.  After my wife passed, I would
jack off once in a while, but it wasn't often I had the need, but
now  I was so hard, I would have to use my hand.

  I imagined Kevin was laying beside me, and it was his hand going
up and down on my hard dick.  It was his thumb spreading the 
pre-cum leaking from my slit over the head of my rod.  With my
eyes closed tight, I groaned as I could almost feel him.  My left
hand cupped my nuts, just the way Kevin had done to me.  My
right hand was slowly working my dick as I gently massaged my
nuts.  My hand left my nuts and moved to my nipples.  They were
both sensitive as I rubbed and pulled on them while in my mind
it was Kevin's mouth sucking me there.  The hand working my dick
sped up as I felt the tension increase in my crotch.  I rubbed
the tender inside of my thighs the way Kevin would do, and lightly
touched my nuts.  I was shooting.  Oh, Kevin.

  I turned on the light, and got the underwear I had worn the day 
before to clean off the cum from my chest and belly.  Kevin had
taught me to sleep nude.  I thought only a moment before dipping
my finger in a pool of my cum.  I raised it to my mouth and sucked
it off my finger.  I don't taste as good as Kevin.

  I looked at the clock, and it was just 5:30am.  I needed to tell 
Kevin about what I had done, so I wrote him an e-mail and told him
everything.  I signed on and hit send, then downloaded my e-mail.
Kevin had answered.

"Hey Ron,
I don't know what to tell you.  I just know.  If you point to a guy
and ask me if he's gay or not, I can tell you and usually be right.
But don't ask me how I know.  I think it's gaydar, kind of like radar.
The other guys I know say the same thing.  It's just a feeling you get.

We've got this real neat apartment.  It's in an old area, but it's
clean.  There is a kitchen-livingroom, a bedroom, and a bathroom with
a shower, but no tub.  The bathroom reminds me of the motor home, but
the hot water lasts longer.  It's small, but we will be ok here.

I register for school tomorrow.  Drive safe and have fun.

Love you
Kevin"

Thanks a lot buddy.  You are really a lot of help.  What's gaydar?
How do I get it?  HELP! 

 
  I brewed a pot of coffee as I pondered my problem.  How do you
get a guy?  How do you let a guy know your gay and want him?

  I checked the road atlas, and the nearest big city was Manchester.
I'll head there and see if there might not be a book at the Public
Library that would tell me something.

  I decided to leave.  There were no lights on in the house, so I put
away what was loose, unpluged the electric from the extension cord
they had run for me, and started the engine.  I slowly drove down
the dirt road to the highway, watching for wild life.  I didn't want 
to hit any animal.  I can't be sure, but I think I saw the headlights
glare off the eyes of something.  It was only for a second, and I 
couldn't tell what kind of animal it was.

  I pulled into Manchester, and it's a pretty good size city.  I found a
place to park the motor home, and paid for a week.  I figured I might
as well spend some time there as anywhere else.  I bought a map of
the city, and found the library.  It was fairly good sized, and I felt I 
should be able to find something there.  Wrong.  I found information
on being gay, copping with being gay, one about your gay son, one on
deviant behavior-homosexuality.  Just about everything except 'How To
Find A Man'.  

  I found a gay bar, and went on Saturday night.  By 11:00pm, it was
full of good looking young guys.  I had gotten a 7up, as I don't drink.
I sat at a table nursing it as I watched the men.  I couldn't help but
notice I was the oldest one there.  A young man, maybe 28 or so glanced
my way a few times.  I got up and went over to ask if I could buy him
a drink.  He looked up at me and said, "Your too old." I felt two inches
tall.  I mumbled something about "sorry."  I had to get out of there.
I got back to the RV Park and couldn't hold it in anymore. I sat and
cried my eyes out.

Alright Ron, I told myself, enough of this.  You've spent 56 years
without liking sex.  You can live without it.  It's no big deal.
Then way did I feel so bad?  Why did Kevin have to teach me what
I had been missing?  I wish it had never happened.  Oh, Lord, I 
miss it. The first time in my life I had ever tried to pick someone
up and, "Your too old."

  The next few days were spent in deep depression.  Over and Over
the words kept coming back. "Your too old."  I would see some 
cute guy walking down the street, and my mind would tell me, "Your
too old."  It was easy for me to accept I'm gay.  How do you get 
past, "Your too old"?  

I opened my e-mail and there was another one from Kevin.  I felt
bad, because I hadn't written him anything in almost a week.

"Hey Ron,

Sorry I haven't written you man.  Don't mean I wasn't thinking about
you.  I've just been real busy.  School started and I think I can
breeze through most of my courses, but Algebra is giving me a headache.  
Max is good at it and helping me.  I got a job at Burger King, and
their teaching me to cook.  I've been getting home about 10:00 at
night, and just falling into bed.

There's a real cute guy at school, but I haven't been able to meet him
yet.  I'll get in his pants before long.  Are you getting any?  You must
have been busy yourself, I haven't heard from you lately.  I jacked off
a little while ago, and I thought about you.  I liked getting to go 
different places and doing different things.  Thanks Ron.  Maybe some
night we can get in a chat room and talk as we both jack off together.
I would like that.  Let me know, ok?  Got to go.

Love you
Kev"

  Ok, I told myself.  So I'm too old for some young punk in a bar.
Kevin doesn't think I'm too old.  And neither did some of his friends.
So I got rejected once.  Big Deal.  There's more fish in the sea.  I 
just have to learn how to find them.  Maybe Kevin and I could spend 
Thanksgiving together.  I'll suggest it to him.


Continued

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