Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2004 20:18:49 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" <publishing@tomcup.com> Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 8 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000-2004 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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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ********************************************************************** The Paratwa Partnership, Inc. is a publication and marketing agency and is not responsible for the content of the Tom Cup Library, TomCup.com or its affiliate sites, or stories written by Mr. Cup or his associates. ********************************************************************** KOA Boy By Tom Cup Chapter 8 Campfire Tale There was no message from the boys' parents. I had tried three times after we arrived at our camping spot. It annoyed me that their parents would abandon them for such an extended amount of time. But the sound of the boys playing catch, and giggling full of the excitement and the freedom they were experiencing, warmed my heart and heated my loins. I set up the camper, leveling it, attaching the propane, and gathering the necessities of our camp out while the boys busied themselves exploring the nearby swimming hole. They had all striped down to their cut-offs and sneakers. I warned them that they were not to enter the water until I had time to thoroughly inspect the area. I received for my concern a series of groans. "Hey," Morgan said, squeezing me tightly around the midsection with his head on my chest, "Dad's only looking out for us." I was warmed in that moment with both pride and regret. I was proud that Morgan realized how much I cared for him but I realized that he had lacked that care and concern at home: from his biological parents. And, it seemed, so did the other boys. I saw a change occurring in me. I loved that change and hated it at the same time. I was beginning to feel responsible for these boys, all of the boys, but mostly for Morgan. What started out as a means for gratifying some long held fantasies was becoming an amorous relationship. I wanted to keep him. Not as a boy toy, but as my own. As a son? I didn't think so but that was part of it. As a lover? Yes. I would be lying if I said otherwise. But it was deeper than that. I want to share the world with Morgan. I wanted to be his lover, his father and his friend. "We'll be good," Tracy said joining Morgan in the embrace. Soon I was surrounded with four lovely boys, with their arms around me, promising to obey my every command. My eyes watered. I kissed each on the top of their heads, patted them on their tender bottoms and ushered them off for their exploration. Tracy returned as I was lighting the grill. "Can I help?" he asked. "Sure," I said, "You want to grab the hamburger from the refrig and make patties?" He darted inside the camper before I had finished my sentence. "Grab the hotdogs too," I yelled after him. "OK," he shouted back. "And make sure you wash your hands!" "OK." The exchange made me chuckle. I had had many fantasies of being with a boy. In them all it was fun, and free, and wildly exciting. How boring those fantasies now seemed in the wake of my life experiences. I watched Tracy skip down the steps of the camper, arms loaded, his face full with his smile. His pale skin was shading red from the brief moments in the morning sun. I pointed to his shoulders. "You don't spend much time in the sun," I said. "Naw, we aren't allowed to be outside when our parents aren't at home." "What about while on vacation?" I regretted the question as soon as it escaped my lips. Tracy's face screwed and then relaxed as he shrugged his shoulders. "We stay in the hotel, mostly." He faced me with a smile. "Thanks from bringing us camping." "I don't know how much you boys will be thanking me if you turn into lobsters," I said looking into the direction that the other boys had disappeared, "I better get some sunscreen on you." I wasn't thinking of how erotic it would be to rub down Tracy's young body but my cock reminded me the moment I grabbed the suntan lotion from the inside of the camper. Tracy was making hamburger patties as I eased behind him and began applying the lotion. He froze and tensed, his smooth shoulders becoming iron in my hands. "Mmmmm..." he moaned, "I like it when you touch me." I slid my hands down his back, exploring his developing musculature. His silky skin held tight the thin layer of baby fat that rounded his figure. My hands played with his thin sides and then slide over his rounded belly. I could feel the beginnings of what would be a youthful six-pack. My hands slid just inside his cutoffs. He inhaled wistfully. The boy wasn't wearing any underwear. I thought to strip him then and there and to enjoy what he was willing to give, but I resisted: partly because I was fearful that we might be seen and partly because I wanted to savor the moment we were sharing together. I removed my hand, knelt, and applied lotion to his legs. He spread his legs and I slid my hands up and down his legs, lifting his cutoffs to get closer to where his thighs met his pelvis. Again he moaned. My hand brushed his dove egg size testicles and I notice that my young friend's penis was a penny nail. I couldn't resist. I slid my hand around to his rear and kneaded his as! s. He shook with anticipation. I removed my hand, standing, and swatted his ass. His eyes had been closed in enjoyment, they darted open in surprise. It was cruel. I smiled in amusement of both his and my perverse enjoyment of the applying of the sunscreen. "What'd you do that for?" Tracy asked rubbing his ass. "To bring us both back to reality. Let's get these burgers and dogs on and then you can go and retrieve the others." "Ohhhh...." He moaned, "I thought we were going to have some fun." "There'll be plenty of time for that," I smiled, "I promise." Tracy smiled, his eyes glistening with joy and pleasure. As we placed the hamburger patties and hot dogs on the grill, Tracy continually brushed against me. His touches were light and innocent, but deliberate. He wanted me to notice him, to notice that he like touching me and being touched by me. Occasionally I ran a hand through his hair and down his back. His head tilted toward me and his face smiled. The grill sizzled and perfumed the air, the smoke of the grill swirled around us. I was reconsidering taking Tracy into the camper and pleasuring him when Morgan, CJ, and Franky returned. I could see Tracy's disappointment. He put a step between us. Morgan had returned and he had first claim to me, all the boys understood that point. But I had cherished my time alone with Tracy and I wanted him to know it. I closed the gap between us and put an arm around him. "So," I said smiling at the approaching boys, "done exploring?" "We smelt food," Franky said. "We're starved," CJ said. Morgan smiled looking from my arm around Tracy to gaze into my eyes. I returned the smile and raised an eyebrow. Morgan shook his head and his smile broadened. "OK," then I said, "Go inside and wash up so we can eat." CJ, Morgan and Franky dashed inside. Tracy lingered with me until I bent and gently kissed his lips and patted his bottom, to encourage him to join the others. I watched as he slowly climbed the steps, glancing back at me before he disappeared inside. I sighed in completeness. ************ To see the boys eat one would have thought they had never eaten before. They shoved mouthful after mouthful of burgers, hot dogs, and chips into their mouths, swallowing hardly before chewing, chatting excitedly with each other around the food in their mouths. I was tempted to be the proverbial father figure and tell them not to speak with their mouth's full but that would have ruined the boyishness of the moment. Morgan was the first to retire from eating. He sat back, inhaled deeply, and let loose a monster of a belch. A round of laughter was in order before the boy's belching song began, each trying to out do the other. I waited knowing that, unlike the boys, I had only one good belch in me. When their belches began to fade, I let loose with a low, rumbling, extended belch of my own. The look of surprise and delight was well worth the wait, and the laughter that rang in the air was a joyful massage to my soul. The boys made quick work of the clean up, and were soon gathering stones and wood for a fire ring and fire. "You know," Morgan said, during one of his return trips when the other boys were away from us, "Tracy really likes you." "I know," I said, "Does it bother you." "No," Morgan said, staring at the ground and then into my eyes, "I just wish I had brothers. I'm going to miss them." I inhaled and blow the air from my lungs sorrowfully. I wrapped Morgan in my arms, kissing the top of his head. "I know," I said, "I'll miss them too. So let's make the most of our time together. Tomorrow we'll have enough to worry about. Tonight we celebrate with our new friends." Morgan nodded, and hugged me tightly. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I know Morgan. I love you too." We sat around the campfire telling stories. They weren't the usual campfire tales. Franky told us how he caught CJ rubbing himself off on the couch. He had wondered why CJ had his pants and underwear down near his knees, exposing his ass, as he humped his penis between the cushions. That was how CJ and Franky began their sex play. Tracy had walked in on the CJ and Franky as they jerk each other off in the bathroom. He asked them what they were doing and the two boys introduced him to the joys of sex. But the most interesting story came from Morgan. "Well," Morgan said, "When I went over to Ricky's house to spend the night, I knew that we would do sexy things. All I could think about was how nice it was when he jacked me off in the shower at the Y, and when he put his dick between my legs and jacked me off, and when he put his finger in my butt." Morgan stopped to laugh. The other boys were still and quiet. By the looks of their faces, I could tell they were as interested and excited by the story as I was. Morgan continued. "As soon as I got there Ricky told me that his parents were going to be away for the weekend and that his older brother was going to "babysit" us. I wasn't so keen on that idea cause I thought it meant we weren't going to get to fool around. But Ricky grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, you're going to like Mark." Mark was cool and really good looking. He was laying on the couch in the living room. He was in his underwear and he was, like, slowly squeezing his cock when we got there. "Mark," Ricky said, "this is Morgan. My friend." "Mark looked up at us, kinda dreamy like and said, "Hi." That was when I realized that Ricky and I were still holding hands. I felt weird about that, and tried to let go, but Ricky just held my hand tighter and walked me over to the couch. "So you like my little brother?" Mark asked, sitting up so Ricky and I could sit on the couch with him, with me in the middle. When Mark sat up, his cock kinda popped out of the elastic of his underwear. It looked huge. I kinda nodded. "Ricky said you were cute. You are you know," Mark said. "That was so embarrassing," Morgan told us, "Cause no one had ever said that I was cute before. And Ricky was still holding my hand and Mark was sitting there with a hard-on and I was getting horny too. Anyway, Ricky had told Mark about the things we did in the shower and Mark asked if I would like to try some other things. By that time, Ricky had taken off his shirt and pants and you could see his hard-on through his underwear. I didn't really answer cause they began to strip me. I let them. It felt so good having someone else take my clothes off of me. They stripped me naked and laid me on the couch. Then they both took off their underwear so we were all naked. Then they began rubbing me all over. Man, they had great hands and there were four of them, touching me all over! Then Mark just bent and sucked my cock into his mouth. I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good. He sucked me until I was squirming on the couch, and shaking from cumming. I felt drunk. Then the! y turned me onto my stomach. Ricky sat on the couch with his cock in my face. I just did what came natural and started sucking him." Again Morgan laughed at the memories. I glanced around the campfire. The flames were dying but not the boys' excitement. CJ's pants were unzipped as he jerked himself slowly to the story. Franky and Tracy who were sitting next to each other were fondling one another through their shorts. I also began massaging my stiffened member. Morgan, true to his nature, loved the effect he was having on the group. He continued his story. "So anyway, there I am sucking Ricky off and Ricky is moaning and saying shit like, "Yes, that's it. Go slower. That's it. Suck it a little hard. That's it." and shit like that when I feel Mark start to play with my butt. First he was just kinda rubbing it but then he started to knead it and then he was like pulling my butt cheeks apart. My dick was getting hard again. It was so sexy. Then something hot was on my asshole. Mark was licking my hole! I stopped sucking Ricky cause I wanted to see what Mark was doing. He just kept licking me back there and it was beginning to feel, really, really good. Ricky pulled my head back to his cock and I began sucking him again. I was so hard. I kept sucking Ricky and he began pumping his cock in my mouth. Then he squealed and began to come. He was whimpering and breathing really hard but he kept my head on his dick and I could tell he wanted more, so I kept on sucking. By then Mark was pushing his tongue into my ass. Man, that felt weird! at first and it hurt a little but I was so busy sucking Ricky and jacking my dick that I didn't mind, and when he pulled his tongue out of me I missed it and wanted it back in there. Little did I know that he was about to put his dick in there. I screamed when he put his cock in my hole and begged him to take it out but he told me to relax and kept fucking me. Man, it hurt and I think I was crying a little but Ricky pulled my head back to his cock and I sucked him hard trying to get my mind off of the pain. That worked cause Mark's cock in my ass began to feel real good. Before I knew it I was really getting into being fucked. Mark grabbed my cock, which I had forgotten about when he began fucking me, and began jacking me off. Now, I was really getting into being fucked! Man, a cock in my mouth and one in my ass and Mark jerking me off was too much and started to cum. Ricky was watching his brother fuck me and was saying shit like, "Cool Morgan. You like it? I know you do.! " I did like it. It was the best feeling I ever had. It was hard sucki ng Ricky while I was being fucked but I kept going until he came again. I came three times while Mark fucked me. The last one was the best cause it happened when Mark began to cum. "Oh shit!" Mark cried, "You're so fucking tight... so fucking hot...I'm going to cum in your ass!" "He pushed so deep inside of me that he pushed the cum right out of my cock. That did it cause Mark was trembling behind me and I felt something melting inside of me. I wasn't sucking Ricky any more but my face was lying on his belly. Seeing his brother getting off inside of me was enough for Ricky cause he came on my face. I was shaking so much as we all came. It was so cool. Later that night Ricky fucked me too. That's when I decided that I liked being fucked. The silence that followed the story meant only one thing. "Time for bed," I said. I knew that none of us would get much sleep that night. ********************************************************************** 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 get a copy from Tom Cup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in the Spring of 2004. Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com!