Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 06:21:15 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures
Motor Home Advents 6/?
Codes: M/t (mast, oral)
By: idc90@hotmail.com
posted 2/20/99
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 6
Searching 3
Authors Note: The cyber-sex e-mail from gramps72, was written
by a cyber-buddy that is a very sexually active gay man in his
70's, and is used with his permission.
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.
Thanksgiving was getting close. Kevin would soon be with me. I
had bought his plane ticket 30 days in advance, and because of the
time he would be traveling, I didn't save anything, but knew he would
be on the plane.
I was writing an e-mail to gramps72, and I admitted I was getting
horny. I really don't like to jack-off, I want the real thing. The
next day, there was a reply in my box.
"Alright idc90,
Beat it off or get off your ass and go find a man.
I'm going to the store.
You can go to the lake and jump in.
Love you anyway
gramps72"
Not exactly what I had expected. I guess I had been wanting
sympathy. I already had gramps72 pegged as a crusty old guy with a
big tender heart of gold. I fired off an e-mail back to him. I
already knew he preferred head, although he would sometimes do anal.
"Hi gramps72,
You sure won't let me enjoy feeling sorry for myself. Well, if I
could find you, I know what I would do. It isn't jumping in any lake
either. I would pull those pants you have on down, pull that big dick
of yours out of your boxers, and wrap my lips around it. I would suck
and lick until your balls shot what I want into my mouth.
Love
idc90"
It was only a few hours later I received his reply.
"OK, tell you what we're gonna do.
First I wanna unzip your pants and take a look at that shriveled-up,
dried-out old dick of yours.
"Shriveled-up??? Dried-out??"
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzip. I place my hand over your unzipped fly, your pants
still unopened, and gently feel your package. Mmmmmm, that's not
bad, considering. Don't even jerk off much, eh? Ha.
I can feel it extendng in there, as I gently cup your package -- first
this way, then that -- lifting your balls, running my hand across what
feels like your growing shaft.
Did you say something? Oh. Just mmmm. Well, that's how I feel too.
You got a fine, responsive cock in there; just needs a bit of work. I
reach gently through your open fly; my hand searches a bit; finds your
rock-hard tool extending upwards in your boxers. I push against it.
The ends of my fingers caress the sides as I slide them up, squeezing
occasionally, as I feel you respond with your growing hardness. I'm at
your cockhead now; if it looks as good as it feels, man, I want it. I
want it bad.
I can't wait any longer. My hand flashes through the fly of your
boxers; I cup your balls, then grab your dick; yank it out. Thwap, as it
springs into view, a solid, long sex organ that has been put there to
please people. It sure excites me; I feel my cock feeling hemmed-in as
it extends down the left leg of my jeans. I don't bother much with
underwear any more; I wanna be ready for action.
Will you quit that moaning? Sit down on the edge of the bed, there.
That's the way. Let me get that shirt off. I try the buttons, but
that's too slow. I tear it open, buttons flying, grab first one sleeve,
then the next, tearing your shirt out of your pants and off you
completely. Oh, man, I like that chest. Just the right amount of hair.
I bend down; lick your left nipple. You moan again. I bare my teeth
and gently bite your tit. What're you doing to my belt buckle? OK, go
ahead. I think maybe I'll do the same to yours.
I lick my way from your left nipple to the right. I kiss it. My hands
are busy with your belt as I undo it. I suck your nipple as you groan
in ecstasy. And just as I unbutton the top of your pants, you slide
mine to my ankles in one sweeping action of both hands.
There I stand. my 6.5" hardon still springing up and down a bit after
bursting out of my pants. You watch it in awe. Not that it's so big or
beautiful, and you stare at it -- as its little eye stares back for
just a second before a teardrop of cum makes its way out. Get your ass
off that bed, asshole, I want your pants down!
You rise to my command. I strip your pants down. Then your boxers.
We stand there cock to cock as they eye each other. I kneel down,
tear off your shoes, pants, boxers. I strip my shoes and pants off.
I look up, first at your dripping cock, then into your eyes. Do I see
tears emerging a little from them too, as you rejoice in the splendor of
this moment?
I arise. We face each other. We move inch by inch closer, our hard
tools touching and rubbing against one another. Our lips meet in a
gentle, but dry kiss. With my right hand, I grab our cocks and hold
them in an embrace as my tongue pushes against your lips. Your lips
part; my tongue darts in and meets yours. They play with each other as
I move my hand up and down our parallel hardons, stroking and jerking
us both. Geez what a sublime moment.
I release our cocks, place both hands on your shoulders and push you
back down on the edge of the bed. You squirm to the middle of it as I
kneel over you, pushing you down 'till you're flat on your back.
I'm over you now, looking into your flushed face. Your cock lies a bit
crooked up your tummy. Mine's straight out.
I bend over and kiss you again, this time, a long, lingering, deep
French kiss. You suck on my tongue. I break away; kiss your neck,
your right nipple and then my tongue traces a wiggly path to your
navel. I lick into it, then down your stomach as the hair grows thicker
and thicker 'till I reach your wirey, curly pubes. I push your throbbing
tool aside, as I bury my face in your bush, just resting a minute before
my tongue finds the base of your dick and begins a slow, wet voyage
up the bottom of your shaft 'till I reach that little V under your glans.
I tickle and rape it with my tongue, driving you crazy!
I take your hammerhead in my mouth, rubbing my lips back and forth,
back and forth over its edge. Oh, that precum is good! It's more than
a teardrop now; more like a leaky faucet
My mouth moves slowly down your hard, throbbing member, my lips a
little loose as I blow my hot breath over it.
I cup your balls in my hand, gently kneading them as I have you all the
way in, my nose buried again in your pubic hair. I start back up your
shaft, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. I feel you growing still bigger
inside my mouth, as I play with your balls.
Now I come off your cock; lick my way down to the bottom of the
shaft, and start lapping away at your ballsack. I take your left nut into
my mouth as I begin to jerk your cock with my hand. I take the second
ball into my mouth as I move them around in there. I'm jerking faster,
more rhythmically, as I drop your balls and wet my finger, before again
enveloping your cockhead in my lips, and starting again to descend,
withdraw, plunge down, pull up.
Your legs are wide apart, now, and you've raised them. You know
where I'm going with that finger and you want it bad. I feel your
little pucker as my mouth slides up and down your shaft. Ever slowly,
my fingertip breaks through your tight anal sphincter; you're trying
to squeeze me out now; all that bible-belt upbringing of yours is
suddenly surging to the front of your mind as you're getting ready
to explode into my mouth. I can feel your balls drawn up, even with
my wrist, as my finger fights back. I pull off your cock.
"Relax and enjoy it man," I shout as my finger forces itself in and
begins its gentle action on your prostate. And again, My mouth
embraces your cock head and I begin pumping up and down as I massage
your prostate, until at last . . . .
Explode! Surge! Squirt! Your cum pours in torrents into my mouth,
my throat. You're deep inside me as I take one last thrust with my
middle finger, bringing on a fourth and fifth burst of cum deep into
my throat.
You begin to soften, as my mouth comes up your shaft; you wince a
little as I come over the now-tender head and then start to lick your
still-dripping cum hole, and all around the head to make sure I get it
all.
You're exhausted. You're lying with your eyes closed, this shit-eating
grin on your lips. I move up, your cum in my mouth. Your lips part as
mine press against them, and my tongue darts in as we share the joy of
your own, personal, long-awaited, joyous blowjob. I'm a bit tired from
all of that too, so I lie down upon you, our cocks and balls engaged --
I'm hard, man, and you're soft. But we lie there in peace, our eyes
closed as we savor the moment.
So, what did ya think of that new book you read?
Love you
gramps72"
I shot just as I finished reading. "WOW!", how do you answer
something like that????? My e-mail to him wasn't near as good.
All I could say was,
"Wow gramps72,
Your HOT. Can we make it really happen someday?
Love
idc90"
The next day there was an answer in my box.
"Hi idc90,
That would be up to you. If you come see me, and if your as nice as
you seem, I might introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe three
or four along with us, could have a party. I've got a 20 year-old-friend
that I think would like you. We get it on all the time with another
couple of guys that are 42 and 45. There's some other guys I have in
mind too. They are all nice, and like older men. I would like to get
hold of that dick of yours, and if you come, I get first crack at it.
Love
gramps72"
My hands were shaking as I wrote back that I would be in New
Mexico for Christmas and New Years. I asked if he lived anywhere
near the area I would be traveling coming from Florida. He wrote back
that he was in Nevada, and we setup a meeting for after the New Year.
School is OUT. Kevin will be here tomorrow! I drove the motor
home to Orlando and got an RV space for two nights. I couldn't sleep.
I kept waking up and checking the clock. 10 more hours before his
plane lands. Relax and rest Ron, Kevin's going to want some action
when he gets here. I do too. The alarm went off, and I was instantly
awake.
I fixed a quick breakfast as the coffee was making. 15 minutes later, I
was in the shower room. I called for a cab 3 hours before Kevin's flight
was to land, because I didn't want to take any chance of having to wait
on one. The cab arrived about a half hour later, and when the driver
asked where to, I told him the airport.
My heart fell to my stomach when he asked, "Which one?" WHAT?
There's more then ONE? He could see my confusion. "What airline do
you want?" he asked me. I told him what flight Kevin was on and he
said he knew where to go as we started moving. We got to the airport,
and the bill on the meter wasn't cheap. I gave him a good sized tip for
being so helpful. I haven't flown much in my life, but the airport was
Big! People were running around and it was packed. I found the area I
was to meet Kevin at, and there were a lot of trams that went out to the
boarding gates.
A little over two hours to wait. I bought a book I had been intending
to get, found a place to get a cup of coffee, and sat and waited. And
waited. Each time I glanced at the clock, the hands had barely moved.
I waited what seemed like an hour, reading the same page over and
over, and I still couldn't tell you what I had read. I looked at the
clock. 15 minutes had gone by. At last. It's time for his plane to land.
Give him some time Ron, it will take a while for him to get from the plane
to here. The trams are spitting out people every minute or so. I'm trying
to look everywhere at once.
"DAD!", that's Kevin's voice. I search the crowd but can't find him.
"Over here, Dad!" I spot him. Kevin is dodging around people, almost
running as he dragged his pack behind him.
I started working my way to him. He all but jumped on me as his
arms wrapped around me in a bear hug. My arms found their way
around him as I hugged him hard against me. We didn't even see the
smiles of some of the people around us. Oh, he felt so good. I felt
his kiss on my cheek, and returned one to his. I don't know how long
we stood holding each other. It doesn't matter. We needed to feel the
other against us.
When we could finally part, we worked our way towards the taxi
stand. We didn't need to talk on the ride back to the motor home. I just
sat drinking him in with my eyes. I paid the driver, and we rushed into
the motor home.
We are alone. At last we're alone and I can kiss Kevin. He's in my
arms, as my mouth searches for his. His tongue is parting my lips, and
I hungrily suck it into my mouth. His tongue is searching and tasting
the inside of my own. It's been so long since I had felt that. I had to
rediscover his mouth. My tongue forced it's way in, and Kevin was
breath-taking. He tasted so clean and fresh. How long did we kiss? I
don't know. Time has no meaning when I'm with Kevin.
I had worn my shirt with the snaps, because Kevin loves to rip it off
me. I felt his hand on my chest as he ran the palm of his hand down my
chest, popping the snaps as he traveled down. His kiss never broke, as
I felt his hand moving lower. His thumb and forefinger outlined my
hard dick as his other three fingers felt my nuts through my pants. I
was working on the buttons of his shirt, and had to break his hold on
me as I slipped it from his arms. His hand returned to his toy as soon
as I had the sleeve of his shirt off his arm. I had to release him as I
felt him working my shirt off with his free hand.
My hands slipped into the back of his pants, wanting to feel his
smooth butt. At first I thought he wasn't wearing any underwear, all
I felt was smooth skin, until I felt what seemed to be a string. It ran
around his waist and in the crack of his butt. I had to find out what
it was. I kneeled in front of Kevin, as I unzipped his pants. I unhooked
them and they fell, leaving him standing there with nothing but a little
piece of shiny red fabric trying to contain his nuts and hard dick.
"Like it?" Kevin asked, "I had to get it for you when I saw it."
All I could do was nod my head. The little piece of material didn't
hardly look big enough to contain everything even when Kevin was
soft. Now, about half of his hard dick stuck out the side. I bent over
and planted a kiss on the head of his dick. Kevin moaned and I licked
his head as I tried to get that little thing off him. It fell free, and
his dick popped away, bobbing and swinging back and forth. I caught
it with my mouth, as I sucked it in.
The pre-cum Kevin was leaving on my tongue was as good as ever.
He was pushing into my mouth, as I hungrily swallowed him down.
Kevin was moaning his need to me, as I backed off and used my tongue
to work his swollen head. My tongue touched the tender area under
his glans, and he pushed into my mouth as he gave a grunt. I knew he
was going to cum. I grabbed his hips as he pushed forward, and slid
off his dick until only the big head was in my mouth. I wanted to taste
every precious shot as it came from the hole. The first big shot hit my
tongue, and the taste of him flooded my mouth. Oh, Kevin. Your as
good as ever. I swallowed as he kept shooting. Massive amounts of
cum came from his dick. How long has he been saving up? I wondered
to myself. He's relaxing now as I suck the last of his juice from him.
Continued
Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :)
Hotmail has been having some problems. If you wrote and
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Thanks, Joe.