Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 03:41:47 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 4 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. 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 the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 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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They didn't speak much to one another, and then it was in hushed tones that couldn't be made out by the rest of the table. They rarely made eye contact, and when they did there was communication that begged to be explored further. Even Franky and Tracey seemed to notice their older brother's interest in Morgan, and their reaction was one of uneasy polite behavior. I tried to convince myself that the sexual overtones of the glances between Morgan and CJ were the lingering effects of Morgan's pleasuring of me before we came to dinner. Morgan had climbed on top of me and sank himself on to my engorged cock. The pleasure for me had been threefold, all equally intense. The feel of Morgan's hot, tight, ass embracing my cock as he slowly ground himself onto me was heaven itself, but his open desire to perform the act along with the sight of his head hung back, eyes closed, receiving as much pleasure from giving himself to me as I was from the gift he was imparting brought me near to tears. I whimpered as I released my hot jets of cum into him. I wanted to relieve him, take him into my mouth in appreciation of the ecstasy he had given me. "It's OK," he whispered, "That's all I needed." I felt a jealousy that I had never felt, and determined to explore the feel of Morgan's cock in my ass at our earliest convenience. "Can we Dad?" Morgan asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said," I said. My cock was raging from the remembrance of an hour earlier. Carl and Anna were staring at each other. The boys were all staring at me. "We'll take care of them," Morgan said, "We promise." "What are we talking about?" I asked. "It's OK," CJ said, "I'll do it." "Look," Carl said to CJ, "It will only be tonight. You can have tomorrow with your friend. We talked about this. You can't go swimming without adult supervision. You know that CJ." I understood what was happening. CJ's job was to watch the two younger boys while his mom and dad went out and played. Morgan had proposed an alternative plan. I nodded. "Dad will go with us," Morgan smiled brightly at me. "No," Anna said, "We wouldn't think of saddling your father with our boys. It's just not right." "It's OK," I said, "Morgan loves to swim and as long as I am there watching him, I can keep an eye on your boys also." "Are you sure?" Carl said. "It's not a problem." It truly wasn't a problem as I thought about it. All the boys were cute. I would get to watch them, glistening with water droplets, half naked in their swim wear, with their parents' permission. Franky and Tracey immediately voiced their thank you. CJ's eyes gave his. ************ I learned the boys had connecting rooms that were four doors down from their parents' room. CJ had a room to himself while the younger boys shared a room. It made sense when I thought about it. Carl and Anna could spend the evening alone, doing what vacationing parents wanted to do, while the boys entertained themselves in their own room. CJ was in charge of the two younger boys, and his reward was that he didn't have to share a room with his siblings. When it was his turn to enjoy himself he had a private room in which to close off the world. Morgan and I returned to our room to change and then went to retrieve the other boys in their room. Carl and Anna were exiting their room as we head to pick up their children. They were dressed for a night on the town, dancing I suspected and then back for some adult fun. I assured them again that I didn't mind watching the boys, knowing that after the swim I would have Morgan for my adult fun. Carl and Anna headed for their evening and Morgan and I retrieved the boys and headed for the pool. In their swim trunks it was obvious that all the boys were worth examining. CJ's chest and abdomen were well defined. Like Morgan he swam as often as he could. The younger boys were slim but firm. Though they were not defined, the hormones necessary for adding definition to their muscles not having yet been released into their bodies, they were still wonderfully fit and handsome boys. What amazed me, however, is that they were all so well behaved. There was none of the annoyance they had shown with one another that I had observed when we first meet. A relaxed peace had descended on the group. I, however, was aroused as I watched them race, play tag, and generally folic in the water. At times it seemed they were teasing me with their play. At one point, tag became a game of catching one player or another and pulling his trunks down. I reluctantly reproved them for the game only because the tent in my trunks was becoming too large to hide. The game was revised. In order for a tag to be legitimate, the chaser had to grab the "monkey by the tail." My cock ached as I watched the boys chase each other, laughing and giggling as they grabbed each other's cocks and balls, and I laughed and smiled wickedly as they completed each tag. It was Franky that left the pool first. He made no attempt to hide his small hard-on as he left the water and plopped down beside me. "Thanks for watching us," he said. "It my pleasure Franky." "Dad always says we can swim and stuff but most of the time we have to stay in the room and watch TV. We only get to swim like an hour every day, when mom or dad watches us, and then we have to go back to the room. It sucks." I laughed. "So you come here often?" "Yeah. Every year." Tracey had joined us. He sat down on the lounge with Franky. Morgan and CJ were also climbing out of the water. I couldn't help notice that both of the older boys had hard-ons, though CJ had made an attempt of positioning his cock so that it wasn't so obvious, Morgan had not. "Thanks," Tracey said. "Yeah," CJ said, "Thanks a lot Jason." "You're welcome boys," I said. "Um," CJ said, "I was wondering if Morgan could stay the night with us?" Morgan looked nervously at me. I knew that he wanted to spend the night with the boys -- with CJ -- but there was something in his demeanor that alerted me that he wanted to talk to me before I answered the question. "I'm not sure if I can allow that tonight CJ. First of all, I think we should talk it over with your parents. I don't want them thinking I left you boys alone..." "It would be all right," CJ said, "I have to watch Franky and Tracey all the time." "I know. And I do trust that you boys would behave yourselves but I don't know how your parents would react. I think I should speak with them first." Morgan visibly relaxed. The other three boys seemed a bit disappointed but nodded their agreement. "Well, can we watch a movie in our room before he has to go?" Franky asked. I looked at Morgan. He nodded slightly. "OK," I said, "Why don't we hit the showers and then we'll join you in your room for a late movie?" "Cool!" Tracey said. "Thanks Jason," Franky said. CJ nodded. ************ "Didn't you want to stay the night with them?" I asked as Morgan and I stepped into the shower together. "Yeah," he said, "But I don't want you to be alone." I noticed that for the first time that Morgan wouldn't look me in the eyes. He turned his back to me under the spray. I understood what he was saying. He was afraid that if he left me alone, I would leave him. I sighed, turned him toward me and hugged him. He clung to me. "Listen," I said, "we are going to have to work out what we are going to do about you." "I know." "What I mean about that is how we can stay together... I mean, if that's what you want. `Cause it sure is what I want." He looked up at me startled. "It is?" "Sure it is. What did you think?" "I don't know." "Well, I do want you to stay with me. So if you are worried that I'm going to dump you somewhere you can put that fear out of your mind." "Suddenly I don't feel like watching a movie." I laughed. Tears fell from his eyes. I didn't know what was in store for Morgan and me but I knew that we had connected beyond the physical level. We were fulfilling each other's needs in so many other ways. ************ I hadn't done an all night slumber party since I was a teenager. I had forgotten that youthful appetites are never consumed. We had eaten only a few hours earlier and yet, before the movie could be started, we had to order pizza, fries and hot wings from room service. I was surprised that I was as hungry as if I hadn't had a bite to eat all day. Blade II is a movie that was made for teenaged boys. There was not much plot, plenty of blood, exploding bodies and special effects. Morgan and CJ watched the movie excitedly pointing out to one another what they thought were the coolest parts of the movie, while stuffing food into their mouths. They lay together on the floor, side by side; their legs touching and at times intertwining. Franky and Tracey started the movie laying on the floor with the older boys but as the scenes became more frightening, Franky and then Tracey took positions lounging next to me on the sofa. I instinctively wrapped my arms around the two young boys to comfort them. That caused Franky to crawl onto my lap and Tracey to huddle tightly against me with his head on his brother's chest. My cock began to rise at the occasion. I could hardly be blamed. Two fourteen-year-old boys lay in front of me, their firm asses in plain view as they sometimes played footsy with each other. I had an eleven-year-old sitting in my lap while his nine-year-old brother wrapped his arms around the both of us. I inhaled. The room was filled with the smell of boys. Morgan looked back at me over his shoulder. Both his and CJ's feet where in the air, their knees bent, as they continued to explore each other's legs, causally. Franky squirmed in my lap. There was no doubt that he could feel my hard member under the warmth of his ass. All I could do was to pretend that the entire situation was normal and hoped that he didn't make a big deal out of the fact that my cock was growing ever larger between the crack of his ass. He looked up into my eyes and smiled, then whispered to Tracey. There was a moment of panic in my heart but Tracey never looked up. His eyes seemed to stay glued to the action on the TV screen. I relaxed and realized that Franky was slowly, but deliberately, grinding his ass on to my cock. My breath caught at the realization that Franky was enjoying the fact that I was turned on by his hot ass crack. He continued to grind his ass on to my cock. CJ glanced over his shoulder and I gasped. He quickly looked away but his hand slid smoothly to Morgan's ass. He began fondling the plump, firm cheeks that I had come to love so much. Franky's movements became more deliberate. Now Tracey looked up at me. He smiled. I felt flushed. Things were getting out of hand. Morgan moaned and my attention was drawn to the boys on the floor. They were now laying on their backs, watching Franky rubbing his ass against my cock, fondling each other through their pants. Panic surged in every part of my body. "It's OK," Tracey said. My eyes focused on him. I noticed the movement of his arm. I followed it to find his hand inside Franky's unzipped pants, wrapped around Franky's cock and stroking him, as Franky began to grind excitedly against my cock and pump at his brother's hand. All pretense was lost. "Oh god," I breathed, "You guys know what you're doing?" As if to answer my question, Morgan and CJ began to frantically pull at each other's pants. Tracey's head slid from his brother's chest into his lap. Franky continued to gyrate in my lap. I looked over his shoulder, Morgan and CJ masturbating each other in front of me, and watched as Tracey sucked Franky slowly and deliberately. Franky's excitement and pleasure was absorbed by all. CJ and Morgan stroked each other with eyes glued to Franky; the movie all but forgotten. My cock absorbed every pleasure filled movement of Franky's shimmying motion. He was getting close to cumming, as was I. "Please don't tell," Franky breathed looking up at me. "I won't if you boys won't. You better believe that." Morgan told me later that he hadn't known that the brothers were having sex with each other and, since their parents often left them for extended times alone, with strangers they met on their vacation trips. It didn't matter at the time and it didn't matter later. Franky ground hard against my cock. Tracey plunged again and again on Franky's cock causing him to stimulate me beyond the breaking point. CJ and Morgan's eyes grew larger as Franky and I were being taken over the edge. The air became thick and hard to breath. I left caution to the wind and pumped my cock against Franky's ass. That was all it took. Franky began to tremble, and grunt. I grabbed him around the chest and held him tightly, pumping furiously, knowing he was cumming in Tracey's mouth. Morgan and CJ had their eyes shut, still pumping each other's cocks. They shuddered, releasing their cum into each other's pumping fist. "Oh yeah," I cried. I had the best seat in the house. I pumped my way home as Frank whimpered in my arms; CJ and Morgan shook in orgasm. I released my load in my pants with only one thought; I wonder how it will feel to fuck a nine-year-old? ************************************************************************ 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 Tom Cup.com.