Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 01:21:52 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 5 - 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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The other boys were busy cleaning themselves. I watched Tracey's eyes. The excitement of seeing my cock clearly registered on his face as delight. He wet his lips and smiled, finally raising his eyes to meet mine. "It's big," he said, causing three more sets of eyes to become directed at my semi-flaccid cock. "Well," I said, "it's about average, really. You guys will probably all be as big one day." "Can I touch it?" The room was silent. All were watching the exchange. I too wished, momentarily, that I could have seen what the on lookers were witnessing but rejoiced in the innocent sexuality of the moment. I nodded and let my pants fall to the floor. Tracey stepped forward and ran his hand over my cock. It was a gentle passing: soft, and reverent. My cock answered by moving to stand at attention. "It's beautiful," Tracey said. "Can I see," Franky asked. Tracey moved aside. Franky step in front of me, caressed my cock with two strokes, and kissed it before moving aside and allowing CJ to examine me. He took a firm grip of my hardened member and stroked it steadily. "I knew you would play with us," CJ said. "How?" I whispered, my eyes meeting Morgan's wide-eyed amazement. "Just the way you guys smiled at each other in the parking lot. More like lovers than father and son." Morgan's eyes grew larger. I laughed my nervousness. "Like lovers? Me and my son?" CJ smiled, shrugged, and turned to Tracey and Franky. "Time for bed," he said. Both boys groaned. "But I didn't..." Tracey began to say but CJ wagged his head. Franky grabbed Tracey's hand and they exited to the adjoining room. "I won't tell anyone," CJ said after the door closed, "I just don't think...." He shrugged. Morgan and I stared at each other. Had we been discovered and if so what did it mean? I reached for my pants and began to dress. "It doesn't matter," CJ whispered, "I'm sorry. I was just hoping you would stay longer." "I don't know CJ," I said, "What happened here tonight makes me a little nervous. Things got a bit carried away." "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. You won't tell, will you?" I laughed. Surely he knew I was in more danger than anyone if what had happened was made known. I stared at the boy, whose shoulders and head were now slumped in defeat. My hand found his chin and lifted his head; a tear fell from his eye. I was confused as to what exactly was happening. I sat on the couch and ran my hand through my hair. CJ stood in front of me unmoving. Morgan shrugged when our eyes met. I refocused on CJ; another tear graced his face. "What's going on here CJ," I asked. The boy shook his head and began to weep openly. What was I to do? I gathered him into my arms. He fell into me sobbing. I held him, rocking him, my eyes fixed on Morgan. Morgan gestured the he had no idea what CJ's breakdown meant. I wagged my head and continued to stroke CJ's shoulder and back. "Morgan," I said, "why don't you check on Franky and Tracey. Make sure they're OK." "Oh!" CJ said, straightening in my arms and wiping his face, "I'm sorry. I'll do it." "It's OK," Morgan said, "I'll check on them; you talk to Dad." I smiled at him. He walked over and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you Dad," he said, and turned and left the room. CJ moved in my arms in pretence of standing. A mere bush of his cheek with the back of my hand stopped him. "So what's going on CJ?" I asked. "Do you think what we do is bad? I mean, my brothers and me?" "No. It appears to me that you love each other very much." "Sometimes I'm ashamed." "CJ, what brought this all on?" "I don't know," he sniffled, "I just saw you and Morgan together, and you talk to each other, and you care what he thinks, and, and...and everything." He was weeping again. I held him close, still not understanding what he was trying to communicate to me. I did know that the boy was in pain and that that pain ran deep. He clung to me, asking me to give him something that he could not describe and of which I had no knowledge. But something in our clinging together satisfied him. His sobs decreased. He wiped his sorrow from his face, sat up smiling, and kissed me quickly and softly on the lips. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm being such a baby." "It's OK CJ. Everyone needs to be held every once in awhile. Nothing wrong with that." He smiled. "Morgan's lucky," he said, sliding off my lap and extending his hand for me to shake. I took his hand and examined it. His fingers were long and his palm narrow. His touch was sensual without attempt. I looked into his eyes and pulled him to me. He collapsed into my arms and into my kiss without hesitation. "That was nice," he said, straightening again, "I wish my Dad loved me like you love Morgan." "What do you mean?" "Oh, he doesn't really listen to me. I mean, I know he loves me but sometimes I feel like the maid, or, the babysitter, not really like his son. He doesn't spend time with me, just to spend time with me. It doesn't matter, though, I love him." I nodded and understood. CJ felt like just a namesake, a keepsake. The only time that his dad talked to him was to give him instructions. There was no physical intimacy of the slightest nature. CJ, indeed all the boys, craved an intimate touch, just something that said they were OK. They didn't get it from their mom and dad so they looked for it elsewhere. They found it in the sexual contact they got from the faceless strangers in the hotels that they visited. I felt heartbroken. These beautiful boys where so denied love that they sought it in faceless, nameless strangers. "I wish you guys would stay for awhile," CJ said pulling me from my thoughts. "If we stayed," I asked, "then what?" "I don't know. I just want you to stay." "Please Dad," Morgan said reentering the room, "Please." I sighed. My fate was sealed. Morgan said that the younger boys were asleep though they were worried about CJ. I tucked CJ in. He begged once more that Morgan be allowed to stay with him; again I gave him the reasons why that would not be a good idea. He nodded and forced a smile. Morgan kissed him goodnight, as did I. "We'll see you tomorrow," I whispered in CJ's ear. He hugged me tightly. Morgan grinned broadly as I picked up the telephone, immediately after returning to our room, and extended our stay. "So..." Morgan asked as we undressed for bed. "So what?" "What'd he say?" "Not much... a lot of crying." "Yeah, they're a strange bunch." "What do you mean?" "Well," Morgan said, "I would be really happy if I had brothers that would have played with me like they play with each other but they are all kinda sad. You know what I mean?" "I do. But I don't think it's the sex that they're sad about." "Duh! But still things could be a lot worse for them." I agreed and we snuggled together under the covers. "Did you have any trouble getting Franky and Tracey to settled down and go to sleep?" "Naw," Morgan said rubbing his nose against mine and kissing me teasingly, "Franky was pretty much ready for sleep... I mean, he got sucked off pretty good, but Tracey... well, after I sucked him off he went to sleep with hardly a peep." I stared into his eyes to see if he was pulling my leg. He laughed wickedly. "Wanna taste," he said sticking his tongue into my mouth. Indeed there was a sweet saltiness to his flavor. I wasn't sure if it was Tracey or the culmination of the day's events. What I did know was that he tasted wonderful. ************************************************************************ 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." 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