Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2004 11:50:01 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 13 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000-2004 by TomCup.com. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from TomCup.com This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************************************************** What's New at TomCup.com? 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The gorgeousness that he so easily exhibited was gone, replaced by a wrinkled scowl of concern. Bart shuffled towards my up turned ass. "I will," Bart whispered, "Just relax Jason." Relax? I couldn't believe how nervous, and afraid, I was. I had enjoyed boy ass without question. Sure I had wonder if it hurt but Morgan, CJ, Franky, Tracey and now Bart, had all enjoyed penetration to the point of obsession. I had longed for Morgan to introduce me to the pleasures of anal intercourse but each time we commenced with sexual coupling he arranged to be the one being penetrated, whether by me or someone else. The boy loved to be fucked. Perhaps it was the fact of Morgan's age, but I honestly believe that he got more pleasure from internal stimulation than external. Bart's hands moved over my ass and slid down my crack. The sensation caused me to jump, more from the shock of the new sensation than any discomfort. My knees and elbows tremble on the bed as I tried to relax my exposed orifice. Bart's lotion covered fingers began to explore me. I tensed. "Just relax Jason. I promise I won't hurt you." Relax. I was no longer in control. Morgan may have been correct that I never truly was in control. From the moment I had met Morgan, I believed that my dreams had come true. But I believed that I was in control of the situation, that I could call a stop to it at any moment. The truth was now becoming obvious; I was never in control. Morgan had known that truth from the moment I drove into the KOA and slowed to gather a good look at his youthful body. He had known it before his surprise visit to my campsite. He had known it before he hopped onto my bed and dared me to take what I wanted. Morgan repositioned himself. His young cock stared me in the face. It was the object that I needed to take my mind off of what was happening behind me. I buried my face in his groin. His hands entangled my hair. I savored the sweet saltiness of his member while Bart inserted his slender finger into my hole. I moaned. It was an extraordinary feeling. Sure I had played with myself but the feeling of having someone else inserting his finger in my ass was new to me. I paused sucking Morgan to analyze the sensation of Bart sliding one finger, then two, then three in and out of my ass. My cock once flaccid from the apprehension of penetration was now rigid with anticipation. My eyes met Morgan's gaze. He smiled. I closed my eyes and covered his cock, once more, with my mouth. Behind me, Bart fingers slid from my ass. There was a moment of emptiness that passed as the warm fleshiness of Bart's cock caressed my puckered ass lips. Bart leaned into me and I felt my sphincter begin to stretch to accommodate his advancing meaty tube. Slowly my hole opened to Bart. Every time I thought that I had been stretched to the limit, I would feel Bart pushing a bit further into me, stretching me more. I was panting from the fullness when I felt the tickle of his pubic hair on my ass. "I'm in," Bart announced. He held himself motionless, giving me time to become acquainted with the feeling of having a cock in my ass. Morgan moved to examined Bart's and my joining. Satisfied with our union, he positioned himself beneath me with his ass aimed at my cock. I lowered myself into the familiar heat of Morgan's entrails. I lay fully on Morgan wondering how the boy could take the combined weight of Bart and me, but he looked into my eyes and asked, "You OK?" I smiled and nodded before I realized that I really was OK. Not only had my ass accepted the fleshy rod that was embedded deep within it but also Bart's cock, still unmoving, was already sending tingling pleasure from my ass to the base of my cock and down the shaft that was swallowed by Morgan's hungry hole. "I'm gonna start now," Bart said. I gasped as his cock retracted and then pushed forward. Instinctively I began gyrating my hips. I wasn't fucking Morgan purposely but reacting to being fucked. It was wonderful. Bart retracted and filled me over and over again. I opened and squeezed my ass onto his cock and in turn pumped randomly into Morgan. I finally understood the overwhelming feelings that these boys were receiving from having a cock inside of them. I never wanted the internal massage that I was receiving from Bart to stop but I knew that it would not last much longer. I could feel Bart's cock swelling inside of me. His expanding cock slid over my prostate causing my cock to throb and leak with abandon inside of Morgan. "Oh... oh... sheehee...." Morgan breathed. He began to tremble beneath me. His hands pulled at my thighs, steadying the rhythm of my penetration. Bart's breath became pants behind me. He was forcing himself into me with purpose. My cock swelled and my ass twitched. "Uh, uh, uh!" Morgan screamed shaking beneath me, as his cum wet his chest and belly. Bart thrashed deep within me and then froze as his cock sprayed jet after jet of hot cum into my bowels. I could take no more. I exploded inside of Morgan's ass, grunting my pleasure. As I lay with Bart's shrinking cock in my ass and my softening cock sliding out of Morgan, I realized that I had never been so sexually satisfied and drained. The smile that stretched my face, the pleasant warmth and softness of Morgan's, and Bart's, flesh carried me to sleep. ************ I awoke to a mass of arms and legs and the boys' open mouthed snoring. The contentment that I felt warmed me. I was hard but needed no release. I had been satisfied. The boys sighed but did not awake. Their willowy legs topped mine; their hands lay on my chest. They were the picture of contentment. I was no longer a virgin. I smiled at that thought. I first had sex with another person when I was sixteen-years-old. Yes, I was older than both of the boys that I currently shared a bed, and yes, it was with a female. Martha wasn't ugly or fat but she wasn't the best looking girl in school. I wasn't even interested in her. She was interested in me and let her friends know. When you're sixteen and everyone knows a girl likes you, what do you do if you don't like girls and don't want anyone to know? I asked her out. A walk became a movie, a movie became a kiss, a kiss became a feel, and before I knew it I was fucking for the first time. Did I enjoy it. Yes. It was new and exciting and it beat beating off. And, because I was fucking Martha no one suspected I had the hot for my best friend -- Tyrone. My pretense continued through my first marriage until, perhaps, the moment that I met Morgan. "What cha thinking about?" I turned my head from the ceiling to meet Morgan's eyes. "Nothing really," I said, not knowing how to explain my thoughts. Morgan groaned. "You're not feeling guilty again are you?" "No not at all. It's just... I don't think I would have been ready for all this at your age." "What do you mean?" "I mean it was a different world when I was your age. You and Bart are so much more sexually advance than my generation. And frankly, I can't believe you even like having sex with guys my age." "We don't," Bart said, drearily, "We like doing it with you. There's a difference." "OK," I said a little embarrassed that I was having this conversation with both boys." "I don't think," Bart continued, "that I would have done it with you if you had picked me up alone. Kids just don't trust adults like they trust other kids. You know what I mean?" "Sort of..." I whispered. "I mean, it's like..." Bart began and then was interrupted by Morgan. "It's like," Morgan said, "what I told you about Kenny and Ricky. They were both my age. And doing it with my uncle, well, that was different. I didn't think of him as an adult. I didn't do it with anyone else until I got kicked out and then... well..." "It was a matter of survival," I stated. Morgan nodded and then his eyes suddenly enlarged. "But that's not why I did it with you!" he stated. "I think it was in the beginning Morgan," I said, "and there's nothing wrong with that. We both used each other in the beginning but I know it has grown into something more." The three of us lay silent on the bed staring at the ceiling and digesting what our conversation revealed. "Ahem," Bart cleared his throat, "I need to say something." "Go ahead," I said. "Well... you know about my uncle and all. And what my mom said to me. I guess I was a little mad... I mean I'm glad we did it but I guess that's the real reason. You mad?" "No," I said, "I'm glad you can see the truth of what motivated you into this situation. And I want you to understand that I never want you to feel obligated to do anything with me or Morgan." "I don't feel that way," Bart said, "I'm glad we get to do things together. It's fun." "It is fun," I agreed. "So now will you relax?" Morgan asked. "I am relaxed," I said, "You act like I am the most uptight guy you have ever met." "Some times you are," Morgan said. "How can you say that considering all that we have been through this summer?" "I'm not saying that you are uptight when you are having sex," Morgan countered, "I'm saying you can be really uptight when you aren't having sex." "Very funny." It was funny and the boys' laughter confirmed the humor. I had admired boys from afar for most of my life. I had fantasized about a relationship with a boy since before my days with Martha. Now that I was involved with boys new revelations were occurring to me. As Morgan and Bart snuggled with me, I realized that some times just getting each other off was reason enough for what we were doing, relieving and frustration we all were feeling for different reasons was cause enough to indulge in our sexual exploration. It was sexual exploration on all of our parts. The boys were exploring what it was like to have a mutually respectful relationship with one another as well as with an adult, and I was exploring all the wants and desires that I had denied myself as a boy. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. I decided to relax. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from TomCup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for release in paperback Christmas 2004. Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com!