Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 17:00:25 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 11 - 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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The city's lights were brightening to the east as the mountains grew darker in the west. The boys quieted. My thoughts screamed for attention as I fought the onslaught of emotions threatening to drown me. "What's the matter?" Morgan asked, leaning over the drivers seat and startling me. "Oh, me, nothing." "Something's wrong," Morgan whispered in my ear, "I can feel it." There were too many question to be answered. How would I ever keep my promise to Morgan to make him permanently mine? It was one thing to pick up a kid in a KOA and screw around with him; it was another thing to promise that you would take care of him. I meant it at the time of course, and I still meant it, but the logistics were hard to fathom. And then there was Bart. Where would he fit in the scheme of things? What if I was questioned about these two boys? Having one pose as my son was dangerous enough, but two... And what about the sleeping arrangements for the night? Ah, now we come to it + what was really bothering me. Would I be able to sleep with Morgan with Bart around. Could I? Expressing my desires was an intricate part of my relationship with Morgan. The summer had been full of the freedom of saying any wicked thing to one and another and then carrying it out. I felt halted with Bart along. I am ashamed to admit that the thought of getting rid of him, by hook or by crook, crossed my mind. In the end, I decided to tell the truth. "I'm uneasy about how things will work now." "What do you mean?" Morgan asked sliding into the front passenger seat. Bart sat kneeling between Morgan and I. I glanced briefly at Bart and focused intently on the black pavement rushing toward me. "Well, to be perfectly honest," I said, "You and I have not been living the model life this summer." Both boys giggled. "This is a serious thing," I continued, "I could be in a lot of trouble. I've taken you boys across state lines and...and..." "And," Morgan said tilting his head, his face displaying a mischievous grin. "And," I whispered, "You know..." Morgan and Bart stared into each other's eyes, grinning. I sighed. "Are we going to have this conversation every time we meet someone new," Morgan asked, still staring into Bart's eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked. "The conversation where you feel all bad cause you think I like someone else more than I like you. Adults can be really insecure." Morgan's eyes never left Bart's as he spoke those words, but his eyes were glued to mine when he said, "I love you. I'm never going to leave you, no matter what." I pulled off at Hampton Boulevard not because I saw the sign for the hotel but because of the tears that were welling in my eyes. I was insecure. I was afraid of what Bart might think of my relationship with Morgan. I pretended to be open and honest. Morgan was blatant. Bart nodded. "Just cause I didn't like it that my uncle forced me to do stuff when I didn't want to," Bart said, "doesn't mean I didn't sometimes like what we did. I still love him." The boys were trying desperately to reassure me but there honest attempts ripped deeper into me. I waved my hand to signal for them to cease their consolation. Whether they misunderstood my gesture or chose to ignore it, the litany of comfort continued. "Really," Bart said, "I understand." "It's not like you seduced me," Morgan said, "I seduced you, remember?" "You did?" Bart asked. "Yup, you should have seen his face." "Boys, boys," I choked wiping my face as we pulled into the parking lot, "All this doesn't change a thing." "Yes it does," Morgan said, "Bart knows and he doesn't care. And I am not sleeping alone tonight just so you can pretend that we aren't lovers." The wide mouth smile on Bart's face could have only meant my shock at Morgan's blatancy was manifested in full glory on my face. "You really piss me off sometimes," Morgan continued. The statement was enough to slap me back into the role of the adult. "That's enough!" I said, "Jesus, Morgan, I have half the mind to put you over my knee!" "You see Bart," Morgan said, "Adults: one minute their pretending that they're looking out for your best interest and the next they are getting kinky with you." My mouth dropped opened. Bart nodded. "That is not what I meant at all," I said, "And the both of you know it!" "Really?" Morgan said, "You mean it wouldn't turn you on for me to pull down my underpants and let you spank my bare ass?" "Morgan!" Both boys laughed hysterically. I became semi-erect. "Come on Jason," Morgan said, "Stop being this way. Stop worrying. We'll figure out the sleeping arrangements later. Let's get a room and have some fun." I glanced between the two boys. Both nodded. I nodded also. "But," I said. "We know," Morgan answered, "No one can know and we have to behave ourselves in public. Have we covered everything, Dad?" I looked at Bart. "We'll be good. We promise, sir." I rolled my eyes, stepped out of the camper, and headed for the hotel's entrance. ************ The first order of business, after securing a two adjoining rooms, was to acquire some swimwear for Bart. Luckily the hotel boutique had a few pair on sale. The boys went for a quick swim while I ordered up room service and unpacked a few of our belongings. This gave me a chance to investigate Bart's backpack, the contents of which told me I would be purchasing for him more than a swimsuit and that he had been truthful when he said that he hadn't been expecting to catch a ride anywhere. Bart had with him a few changes of clothes and underwear + all of it needing replacing. He also had an apple, an orange, a copy of Edmund White's novel, This Boy's Life (I wonder where he had gotten a copy of that book), and a few notebooks, which on closer examination proved to be personal journals and poems and short stories that Bart had written. One of the passages read: "It's hard being who I am. I feel all the time. I feel how much I love Mom and Dave. I feel how afraid Dave is that someone will find out. I feel how much Mom would be hurt if she knew. I feel how alone I feel, how much I want to find someone I can be with for the rest of my life. I feel how this town will hate me if they knew. I feel how dark my future will be, I never will be free." My god, I thought, this kid feels exactly as I do. "Hey!" I hadn't heard Bart and Morgan's return. I was sitting on the bed with Bart's belongings scattered about me. It was indefensible. "What are you doing," Bart asked, grabbing the journal out of my hand, with a wounded expression on his face. "I'm sorry," I said, "I wasn't snooping, honest. I was putting our things away and I came across the books and.... and.... I'm sorry Bart, I shouldn't have been going through your things." "It's OK," Bart said, retrieving his backpack from the floor and beginning the process of re-packing it. "Hey," I said, "We're going to be staying here a few days. Just until we can figure out what we all want to do. Don't be pissed at me Bart. I'm really sorry. Besides, it's good." "You think so?" Bart asked, his eyes wide with awe. "Well, what I read I think is really good, honest, you know. I wouldn't mind reading more if you wouldn't mind." "I just didn't want people to find it and think that I was weird or something, you know?" I laughed. "Bart, look at us. How much weirder does it get?" He laughed, reached into his pack and handed me the books. "Don't make fun of me," Bart said, "and don't be perving on what I wrote." "He's got your underwear for that," Morgan laughed pointing to Bart's clothes on the bed around me. I blushed. "I wasn't perving on Bart's underwear. But while we are on the subject, Bart, we do need to get you some new things." "Naw, that's OK. You don't have to spend money on me." "Bart, what I do with my money is my business and if I want to spend some of it on you then that is my decision. Besides, I can't have one of my sons wearing brand new clothes and the other looking like he's wearing hand-me-downs. What kind of father would that make me?" "Jason," Bart began to protest, but was stopped by a knock at the door. It was room service delivering our meals. As we chatted about how Morgan and I became an item. Bart squirmed more than a little (as did I) as Morgan described in graphic details his and my first encounter. Morgan also explained, thankfully in not so graphic detail our stay in Wyoming subsequently to picking up Bart. Bart and I blushed at each other more than once over Morgan's sexual innuendoes. I think that the act of causing sexually charged situations got Morgan off almost as much as the sex itself. By the end of dinner his hard-on was obvious as he sat Indian style on the floor. Bart and my erections also could not be hidden, though Bart and I at least tried to be modest. "OK," Morgan said, "Now for the fun part. How are we going to sleep tonight?" In my mind I thought, "Probably not well." I was right. ********************************************************************** 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. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in 2004. 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