Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 13:01:56 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures 5
Motor Home Advents 5/?
Codes: M/t (mast)
By: idc90@hotmail.com
posted 2/18/99
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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of that copyright.
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Motor Home Adventurers 5
Searching 2
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. Yeah, I would like that. I'll suggest it to him.
I had decided I would head for Florida and find where I would spend
the winter. I found a small town in the central part of the state that
I liked. It wasn't flooded with snow birds, at least not yet. I found
a place to park that wasn't beyond my budget and took it on a monthly
rate. I checked and found I could save a lot of money if I had a phone
line put in for my e-mail.
I logged onto the internet, and started searching for gay sites. Most of
what I found was pay gay porn sites. Thank you, not interested. I found
a link to a site that listed a lot of gay sites and newsgroups. I started
clicking on the newsgroups. I got the message for a lot of them, that they
weren't carried by AOL. Most of the ones I was able to get were full of
spam. Nothing but ads for pay sites. Still not what I was looking for. I
spent hours following links until at last I found a group that looked like
it might work.
The site was mostly posts from guys looking to hook up with other guys
for sex, and quite a few seemed to be from England. I didn't care where
they were, I just needed to talk to someone. Someone older that could
help me. I bookmarked the site, then went to www.hotmail.com and
opened an e-mail account.
I went back to the site and left a post:
"Older man, retired, new to life style. Widower after long marriage.
Wants to talk with experienced older man.
Idc90@hotmail.com"
The next morning, my box was flooded with mail. I started opening
them and after about 7 or 8, I was getting disappointed. Most were
spam. Ads for the same site over and over. The subject and sender's
name had been changed on each one, but when I opened them it was
the same message: "Adults Only. Click Here." I kept opening them,
and clicking the Block Sender button each time. There were a few from
individuals, but they sounded like kooks. I replied with the message:
"Thank you for your e-mail." I felt I had to reply, but I really didn't
want to talk to them. Then I opened one that sounded good.
"Hi idc90,
I'm an older man that was gay in high school, straight in college (really
abstinent), married and had children, and went back to being gay when
my wife died 15 years ago. Let's talk.
LOL
gramps72"
Is this my life line, I wondered. Now that I've found him, what do
I say? Will he think I'm a kook? How can I tell him about Kevin?
Just open your heart Ron, I told myself. There is no way for him to
ever find you. You could both meet and wouldn't know you were
talking to each other. I just started writing. Page after page poured
out of my heart and into the computer. I had to tell him everything
about my life. The hurts, the disappointments, Kevin. I finally stopped
typing and hit send.
Will he answer me back? Did I scare him off? Will he think I'm crazy?
I forgot to ask him the questions I need answers to. Oh well, maybe
he'll answer me back and I'll get a chance to ask them. I was on pins
and needles the rest of the day. I checked my e-mail every half hour,
and couldn't keep my eyes off the clock. Please Lord, let him answer.
7:00pm, still no answer. 10:30, and nothing from gramps72. Midnight.
Still nothing. Maybe he only checks his e-mail every few days like I
do when I on the road.
I've scared him off. I shouldn't have dumped on him like that. Who
would want to be friends with someone that lays all that shit on them?
Just go to bed, and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day. Maybe
someone else that sounds nice will answer. You just have to play it
cool if they do. Don't tell so much. Play it close to the vest. You
have to hold back. Go to bed Ron. You can't change anything now. You
can't take it back. You just have to live with it. Don't be such an
ass the next time.
I lay down, and closed my eyes. I lay in the dark hour after hour.
3:00 the clock said. Oh Lord, I need my arms around someone. 4:00
it told me. Please God, I need someone to talk to. 5:00, I might as
well send Kevin an e-mail.
I turned on the computer and logged on. I checked my regular
e-mail, and there were a few I spent some time answering. Kevin had
sent a note telling me about school and the cute boy he had met. I
replied to Kevin's, and told him what I had done, and the long letter
I had sent to gramps72. I didn't check my hotmail. I couldn't handle
anymore disappointment right then. I felt better having told Kevin,
so I lay back down and went to sleep.
I woke up with a headache, and stumbled to the bathroom for
some aspirin. I got the coffee going and glanced at the clock. 2:00.
I fixed a bite to eat, and turned on the TV. I couldn't find anything
I was interested in, but left it on anyway. It was noise, and I didn't
feel quite so alone.
The headache was going away, and I felt a little better. I thought
Kevin might have written me something before he left for school.
He often does. I booted the computer, and got another cup of
coffee as it loaded. I signed on, and got the "You've Got Mail"
message. It was from Kevin.
"Hey Ron,
Sorry things haven't been going too good. I get to feeling that way
myself sometimes. I wish I could be there with you to make you
feel better. Cyber buddies have to be made over time. Just don't
go so fast the next time. I've got to run or I'll be late for school.
Love ya
Kev"
Oh Kevin, always so thoughtful. I wish you could be here too.
Well, guess I'll check hotmail. Someone else that's nice may have
answered my post. I hit the bookmark for hotmail, and after entering
my screen name and password, got to my messages. There it was,
gramps72. My heart was in my throat. What if it just tells to me to
fuck off. I hit the link to open the message. I was filled with hope
and dread. What would he say?
"Hi idc90,
I got your autobiography,
"yeah, I thought, "I guess it was."
and I really don't know what to say. I have never knowingly had
sex with anyone under 18. I can understand how it could happen
though.
"Ok, and?" I wondered.
I can understand how you felt when the guy told you that you were
too old. As we get older, it does get harder to find someone.
LOL
gramps72"
Thank you Lord! He didn't scare off. He's giving me another
chance. I wrote him right back, apologizing for having dumped
on him. "I'm just too new to all this." was my only excuse. I
asked if he could explain what gaydar is and how I could know
if someone was interested.
Gramps72 wrote back and explained gaydar comes with experience.
"Really, it's reading a guys body language. It's the little things
like how he looks at other guys. How he carries his body. It's
hard to explain it, because I'm sure I read signs I'm not even aware
of. It's developed over time by being around other gays."
Gramps72 and I started exchanging e-mail on a regular bases, and
very few days went by when there wasn't something from him in the box,
even if it said nothing more then, "Hi". There was mail from other
older gay men, but the way I read the notes, all they wanted was sex.
I needed friends. I gave Gramps72 my regular e-mail address, and
started checking hotmail only every few days, and guarding my
answers to other people.
The phone rang. It has to be Kevin or my son. They are the only
ones that have my number. Two rings and it stops. It's Kevin's signal.
We set up the signal for me to call him, so my phone number wouldn't
appear on Max's phone bill. If it had kept ringing, I would have
answered. I hit the speed dial for Kevin. The phone at the other end
was picked up on the first ring.
"Hi" I said.
"Hi, Ron. I was hoping you would be home; I need you. I want you
to fuck me." Kevin's voice purred from the phone.
"Isn't you boyfriend taking care of you?" I asked.
"He's not my boyfriend. Besides, he's just a kid. We have great sex,
but right now, I need a man. I need you Ron.", Kevin pouted.
I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and imagined Kevin was there
with me. We go through this every time Kevin calls for phone sex.
"What are you wearing baby?"
"I've got on my black tee shirt, jeans, and shoes. What have you
got on?"
"I'm wearing that shirt with the snaps you like, some brown slacks, and
my shoes.", I told him. "I'm placing my hand on your crotch, feeling
your package as your dick starts getting hard. I'm giving you a gentle
squeeze, not enough to hurt, but hard enough to make you feel good."
I knew Kevin's hands were following my instructions. I heard him moan.
"I'm ripping those snaps open," Kevin told me as I followed his
directions, "and I place my hand on your chest, feeling those brown
hairs, and noticing the few gray hairs that are salted in. I'm moving
my hand to your nipples, and loving the feel of it."
"I love the feel of your hand on my chest, baby" I told him as I gave
him a low moan of encouragement. "but I slip from your hand as I kneel
to untie your shoes. I lift your foot as I slip off your shoe and sock,
then move to the left foot. I'm still holding your foot after I've
removed you shoe and sock, and I bend down and kiss it."
"I make you put my foot down, even though I'm loving what your doing,
so I can get your shirt off. I need you naked, Ron. I lift you up so
I can get my mouth on that big nipple. I hungrily suck it into my mouth."
"Oh Kevin," I moaned as my hand played with my nipple. "My hands are
behind your head, holding your face against my chest, as I urge you
to suck harder. I slide my hands down your body, and lift your tee
shirt over your head. I need to feel your skin against me."
"My arms go around you as I pull you tight against me. My hands slip
into you pants, and I'm working my fingers into the waistband of your
jockeys. I've found my target as I rub my hands over your butt." Kevin
told me.
"I love your hands on my butt Kevin. I want you to press them harder,
as I find your mouth with my lips. My tongue is asking you to let it in,
and it darts into your mouth as your lips part. I'm searching everywhere,
drinking everything my tongue finds in you mouth. I'm hungry for you
Kevin."
"I force my tongue into your mouth, Ron. I want to taste all of you. I
can taste the coffee you had a while ago, but it's better now. It's been
sweetened by you."
"I'm sorry baby, I have to pull back a little from you so I can open your
pants. My mouth is still sucking on your tongue, and I don't want it to
ever go away. I unfasten your pants, and pull down the zipper. I let them
fall to the floor, as I can't wait to feel your hard-on in my hand. My hand
slips into your underwear and finds that meat I love."
"My pre-cum is leaking and I know I'm making your hand wet." Kevin
said, "I undo you pants, and let them fall."
"There's a big wet spot of pre-cum on my underwear." I told Kevin.
"I see it." he told me. "I'm pulling them down. I want the cock that's
inside." he said.
"I'm getting your's down." I said.
"I've stepped out of them and I'm naked in front of you." Kevin
informed me.
"Your beautiful." I told him. "I'm pulling you against me. I want
your hard dick against my skin. I'm so hard I've got to have you
soon."
"I need your hard cock inside me Ron. I have to get your shoes
off first. I push you on the bed, and get your shoes and socks off
as fast as I can. I'm hot. I need you. I've got them off, and I climb
up you legs. My mouth sucks in your cock as soon as I can reach it."
"Oh Kevin, your mouth feels so good, but I have to make you stop.
I'll shoot if you keep it up. I get the KY and start putting my
finger up your love channel. Just the thought of my dick soon being
in there is driving me crazy."
"Your finger in my ass feels so good, Ron. I can't wait for your cock.
Hurry, Ron. Hurry."
"I've got my dick slicked, Kevin, and I pushing against your hole."
"I'm pushing out, Ron. Push it on in."
"I've slipped in Kevin. I'm inside you baby." I told him as my hand
started pumping my dick.
"I fell it. Oh, I fell it, Ron. It's so good. Hurry man. Fuck me."
"I'm fucking you baby. Your so hot. Oh, you feel good. My dick
can't take much, your so good."
"Go fast Ron. Oh, OOOOOOH, I cumming. I'm shooting Ron. I've
got cum on my chest."
All I could do was grunt as my cream shot from the tip of my dick.
I lay breathing hard as I returned from my climax. My breathing
returned to normal, and I whispered, "Thanks, Kevin."
"I miss you Ron." he told me, "I wish it was Thanksgiving so we could
be together."
"So do I baby, so do I."
I got a pleasant surprise when I opened my e-mail. There was one
from my son's e-mail address, but when I opened it, it was from my
6 year-old grandson,
"Hi, Grandpa. I am fine. I hope you are too.
Love
Mitch
He wrote it himself Grandpa.
Love from all,
Bev"
I was so proud. Mitch is my 6-year-old grandson, and he
started the first grade this year. I sent an e-mail back telling him
how proud I was of him learning to write, and that I would like for
him to write to me all the time.
There was a message from gramps72, and he wrote me that he felt having
phone sex with someone under 18, was the same as actually doing it. He
let me know he wasn't being judgemental, just that he wasn't into kids.
I wrote him back and for the first time I had to admit it. "I love him.
I can't stop. He's like a son and a lover to me, all rolled into one.
We need each other." I told my pal.
Kevin's e-mail was full of life. He told about a cyber-buddy he had
met that lives somewhere in the U.K. I don't know how he keeps up
with all the buddies he writes to.
It was a few weeks later when I received an enthusiast note from Kevin.
"Hey Ron,
How's it going bud. Max just explained Algebra to me and it clicked.
It all makes sense now. Got to run. I've still got homework, but I
had to tell you.
Love ya
Kev"
It was only a few days after that one before I received,
"Hi, Ron,
I hope everything is going ok for you. I'm thinking about dropping out
of school. Don't tell me high school is important. It's important that
I make some money too. Even if I finish high school, I won't get to
go to college. The money I have saved won't even pay for the first
year, and I can't make enough working only 20 hours a week to save
anything. Max keeps telling me he'll help me get through college, but
he'll need the money he makes for himself. My boss said I could work
40 hours if I wasn't going to school, and I would make manager fast."
That's all he wrote. No love ya; nothing. I grabbed the phone and
punched the button for Kevin. It rang and rang. No answer. I waited
5 minutes and tried again. I let it ring until that recording came on to
tell me there was no answer and to try again later. I kept trying, and
was about to start calling every Burger King in Portland until I found
him, when the phone was at last picked up. It was Max. I asked for
Kevin, and he told me he wasn't there. I told his brother about the
e-mail I had gotten, and to signal me to call as soon as Kevin came in.
Max was upset about Kevin too.
It seemed to be hours later when the phone rang. Two rings. Silence.
I hit the speed dial for Kevin. One ring. Another Ring. Still ringing.
Answer the damn phone Kevin! It's picked up.
"Hello". It's Max.
"Let me talk to him, Max."
"He's being a shit-head, Ron. He wouldn't answer the phone."
"Tell him he either talks to me now, or I'll be there in the morning."
I waited. Silence on the phone. I waited longer.
"I trusted you," Kevin spit into the phone, "and you just fucked
me. You son-of-a-bitch, you told Max. I thought you were my friend,
but your as bad as that fucking son-of-a-bitch, I have to call my
father."
"Kevin please, I have to try and stop you from making a mistake.
I love you, and I don't want to see you unhappy. College is too
important to you, and we'll get you there somehow, but not if you
mess up and drop out of school. There are scholarships, and
student loans. Max will help, and so will I."
"You would help me, Ron?" he asked in a calmer and confused voice.
"Didn't I just say I would?"
"I can't take your money. You have to have it to live on."
"Kevin, I'm not rich, but I have a little extra. We'll manage.
Anyway, if you knew I needed help, you would try to help
wouldn't you?"
"Y-e-a-h. You would really do that for me?" Kevin asked, and
I could tell he was crying.
"Just don't go off the deep end, baby, you'll get to college."
"I love you Ron. I'll stay in school." he promised. "I'm sorry
I was a shit."
After Kevin hung up, I spent a few hours re-figuring my budget.
When I had retired, I had made a budget based on my life expectancy
plus I had added a few years to be on the safe side. I had figured
living expenses, traveling, health care, etc. I hadn't planned on
putting someone through college. I would be ok, as long as I didn't
have a major hospital bill, or live longer than my life expectancy.
I just told myself; well, Kevin's worth it. He's a great kid, and
deserves a chance in life. I'll just have to plan on dying a little
sooner then I had. The chances I would live to see 100 are
very slim.
I have stocks in an IRA, that I wasn't planning on touching until I
was 69 or 70. I transferred enough of them into a separate IRA account,
to put Kevin through college, and named him as beneficiary in the event
I should die before he was through school. My son was beneficiary
on everything else, and if he ever found out about it, I know he would
wonder why, but he wouldn't begrudge Kevin the money. As long as
everything went right for me, after Kevin graduated, I could just rename
my son as beneficiary to the stocks.
I checked my e-mail late in the night, and there was a long one from
Kevin. He apologized again for the way he had acted, and for what he
had said to me. He told me he wished he was with me so he could hug me
then show me how sorry he was. How he would do that, he left to my
imagination, but I had some good ideas.
Continued
Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :)
Hotmail has been having some problems. If you wrote and
didn't get an answer, I didn't get it. I answer all notes.
Thanks, Joe.