Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 10:53:57 -0500 From: Tom Cup Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 2 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 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. ************************************************************************ KOABoy By Tom Cup Chapter 2 Morgan didn't have many possessions. He told me that when his Dad kicked him out of the house, he had only enough time to grab his backpack, which luckily had in it a few items of clothing from a previous sleep over. Morgan was fourteen, but told me that he had been seriously fooling around with other guys since he was twelve. I was astonished and regretful -- regretful that I hadn't known him at twelve. "I've always known I liked guys, I think," Morgan said, staring out at the Wyoming landscape, "I can't remember not looking at one of my friends and wondering what they would look like naked." He giggled delightfully. "Kenny and I, hmmm, let me see," his face wrinkled in thought, "I guess we were nine or ten. Anyway, I slept over. That was the first time I played with my dick with someone else in the bed with me. It was Kenny's idea, and I loved it. But nothing serious came of it. I think Kenny was just curious, but man, I couldn't get it out of my head." I couldn't get the entire situation out of my head. Next to me was a beautiful teenage boy with a wonderful summer complexion, swimmer's physique, reddish-blond hair, blue eyes, and a ready hard-on. Morgan had his swim trunks on -- nothing underneath them, his right hand under the leg, playing with his cock as he told me his story. He was bare chest, his dark erect nipples encircled by golden rings. It was difficult staying on the road. "Anyway," he said, "When I was twelve I met Ricky Sullivan. He was fourteen, and in my swimming club at the Y. We had youth swimming every Saturday at 1:00. I noticed that every time I would get out of the water, a few minutes later, so would Ricky. I couldn't take my eyes off of him; he made me so hot! I'd have to get back in the water just to cool down, and get my boner to go down." Morgan's face was beaming. He laid his head back in his seat, eyes closed, stroking himself more earnestly. My cock ached against the fabric of my briefs and jeans. Morgan's voice was almost a whisper as he continued his tale. "One day after swimming, we were in the showers. It was a weird kind of day. Not many of the regulars had shown up, and the showers emptied quickly. We were the last two. I was taking my time because I wanted to check Rick out, and because when he left I was planning on jerking off right there. Ricky started showering maybe four showers down. The next thing I knew he was standing next to me. He said he wanted to borrow my shampoo, but I knew it was a lie cause he had a raging hard-on just like me. I was looking at his, and he was looking at mine. We just started playing with each other, right there under the shower. It was awesome!" "Jesus," I whispered. Morgan's eyes opened suddenly. He sat up, and looked at me with an amused grin on his face. I had to suck in breath through my teeth several times to keep from soiling my shorts. He burst into laughter. "I think we better pullover for awhile," Morgan suggested. "No," I breathed, "It's OK. I want to get further down the road." "You sure?" "I'm sure." "You don't look sure," he smiled, nodding toward the tent in my pants. I was sure. If I pulled the camper over at that moment, I wouldn't have been able to wait to find a secluded spot. The boy had me so wound up; I could've fucked him thirty ways from Sunday, right in the middle of traffic. I dared not stop the vehicle. My head was swimming with the images Morgan had placed there. I needed to calm down. I turned toward him, to tell him we needed to change the subject, but the sight of him muted me. He shrugged, lay back in his chair, and began reminiscing once again. "Ricky's body fascinated me. I was starting to get some hair down there -- you had to look real hard to see it. But he had a bush! Well," he laughed, "It looked like a bush to me back then. His was the first cock with hair I had ever seen. Now, I don't think it was very much at all, but still I was impressed. Ricky had great hands, nice rhythm, and a soft touch. It's like, the way he jerks you off is meant to torture you. You want to cum so bad it's driving you crazy, but it feels so good you don't want him to stop; and then wham! You can't take it no more, and you start cumming all over the place. After he jerked me off that was all I could think about. I jerked off twice a day the week after we showered together. So when I saw him at the pool the next Saturday, I popped a boner right way. "The next week, we kept staring at each other; from the moment we got to the Y. We swam a few laps, and stuff to begin with, you know, pretending we were working out together. Then we started free-style swimming, chasing each other, playing tag, and shit like that. That's when I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. When he would catch me, or tag me, he would always make sure to touch my cock, or grab my ass. Until that day, I hadn't had my ass grabbed before. By the time it was time to get out of the pool, Ricky had even stuck his finger in me once -- that was weird; it was the first time anyone had done that. I was kind of shocked, but it was really sexy too, so I didn't mind. "Anyway, we took our time again in the showers. One of the lifeguards told us we had to hurry up, but we didn't care. Ricky said that we were waiting for his big brother who was doing the adult swim so the lifeguard didn't have to wait for us to finish -- I didn't know that Ricky really did have an older brother, Mark, who was in adult swimming. So finally we are alone. Ricky comes right over and stands under the shower with me. "You liked last week, didn't you," he asked. I nodded. Man, I must have turned a hundred shades of red. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to break off. Ricky told me that he really liked me, and that he wanted to be friends. I said that I really wanted to be friends too. He had me turn so my back was to him. I was a little afraid because I remembered him sticking his finger in my butt, and because his cock was sticking out so damn hard. He came up behind me and soaped his hands. Then he pulled me back against himself. I could feel his hard cock between my legs. He told me to squeeze my legs tight. I did, and he began to pump in and out between my legs. Then he grabbed my cock with his soapy hands. Man! If I thought it was good the week before then having his cock rubbing inside my leg, and against my balls, and at the same time feeling his bush tickling my ass while getting a soapy hand job was too much. I came so hard that if he weren't holding me I would have hit the floor. I don't really remember him cumming that time `cause I was out of my mind cumming. But I know he shot a good one cause there was cum running down my legs, and I know I didn't produce it all; he said it was really good. After that we started washing. He washed my back and I washed his. Then just when I thought we were done, he kissed me, full on the mouth! That made me pop another boner. We were holding each other, looking into each other's eyes, and that's when he did it -- he stuck his finger in my butt again. I gasped, but he just started kissing me again. By the time we stopped kissing, his finger was making me feel really sexy. Then he stopped. "So you think you could come over my house some time," he asked, "Maybe spend the night?" "Yeah," I said, "I think so. I'll have to ask my mom and dad." "K. I'll give you my address and phone number. You see if you can come over after swimming next week and spend the night." "OK," I stammered. I felt so drunk. I knew that "spending the night," probably, meant more sex; that was cool with me. It was what I wanted. The feelings that Ricky gave me for those brief moments in the Y's shower room made me feel like, I don't know, like everything that I had ever wanted was OK. You know, like, all those times I spent looking at boys, and wanting to be with them, and then felt guilty cause dad made a faggot joke, being with Ricky made all that shit OK." Morgan had stopped talking. I glanced over at him. There was a quiet sadness to him. He looked up at me, and tried to force a smile. I understood. Whatever had happened between Morgan and his father, Morgan still loved his dad. Morgan couldn't help being gay, couldn't help being a teenager with a furious sexual appetite that wouldn't be satisfied, couldn't help loving his father. I turned off on to the next dirt path I found. We drove in about eight miles in silence. When I found a spot that was secluded, I pulled off the road about a hundred yards, or so, and parked. We would be able to hear any approaching vehicles for miles before they came upon us. I have to admit that his story had stirred the flames of passion in me, but that wasn't why I made love to Morgan that day, and into the night. I made love to him because he needed me. He needed a man in his life that loved him for who he was. I had decided to be that man. I would learn more about his father, and uncle, as we continued our trip. I would learn how he lost his cherry to Ricky and Mark that first weekend he spent at Ricky's house. I would learn of his trek to from Wichita, Kansas to the Big Timbers KOA where I found him. I would learn about my own sexual drives and needs. But most of all, I would learn to love Morgan -- deeply and passionately. ************************************************************************ To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, visit http://www.tomcup.com Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com ************************************************************************ Calvin By Tom Cup now available in paperback. See website for details.