Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2004 01:10:10 -0500 (EST) From: "Publishing@TomCup.com" Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 9 - 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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"What's the matter T-man?" I asked. "Nothing." "Oh, he's in one of his moods, again," CJ said. I raised an eyebrow. "He gets jealous sometimes," Franky added. I sat beside Tracey, placing an arm around the boy. Morgan untangled himself from CJ and Franky and joined us. "It's OK," Morgan said, "I get jealous sometimes too." "You do?" Tracey asked. "Heck yeah! I love my Dad, and sometimes I don't feel like sharing him, but it's all right with you." Tracey nodded and looked sheepishly at me. I smiled and kissed the top of his head. His arms jetted around my mid-section. "Tracey's in love," sang Franky, who was quickly joined by CJ, "Tracey's in love, Tracey's in love...." Tracey's face glowed red, his ears maroon, as he buried himself into my chest. "OK, OK," I said, "That's enough. We don't make fun of each other's feelings. That's not fair. Now is it?" I held Tracey close as the naked bodies of Morgan, CJ, and Franky engulfed us. There were loving whispers of understanding and encouragement from each of the boys to Tracey. Each told Tracey about the first time they had a crush on someone. CJ relayed, with some embarrassed fidgeting, how he felt he was in love with Morgan. Morgan's eyes widened. Tracey relaxed in my arms. Franky left the huddle and sat alone on the bed, CJ immediate joined Franky and placed an arm around him. "That doesn't mean that I don't love you," CJ told Franky. "I know. It's just I feel like I'm in the way. I know you want to be alone with Morgan and Tracey wants to be alone with Dad.... I mean Jason." "Hey," I said, "Now I'm just plain old Jason. Come here Franky." Franky rose bashfully from the bed and crossed the room. Morgan joined CJ, the two of them holding hands and staring at me as I sat Franky on the opposite side of me from Tracey and wrapped both of them in my arms. "This has been quite the adventure for us all," I said, "And I want all of you to know I love you, from the bottom of my heart, I really do. Let's not ruin the rest of this evening by being upset or jealous of our love for each other. Franky you love CJ, don't you?" Franky nodded in my arms. "And," I said, "you love Tracey too, correct?" Again Franky nodded. "What about Morgan?" "I love him too," Franky said, "And you." I smiled. "And we love you all." "But," Franky said, "Tracey's the one always getting jealous. He doesn't want CJ and me doing anything without him, even though I don't mind when CJ and him do things alone together." "And," CJ said, "I don't care when Tracey and Franky do things together without me!" "We don't do things without you!" Tracey said. "Yeah you do," CJ said. "Yeah we do," Franky confirmed. Tracey began to cry. I shushed him. "It's OK, It's OK," I said, "You see, you boys all love each other. That's nothing to be ashamed of." "I just wanted to be with you tonight," Tracey whimpered. "That's cool," Morgan said. "What about me," Franky asked. Morgan and CJ looked at each other, smiled and nodded. "Get over here," Morgan said. He and CJ broke into laughter. Franky grinned wildly and dove at the boys. The three quickly became a mass of entangled body parts. Morgan lifted his head only long enough to say, "We'll take care of Franky." He winked at me, and his head lowered. I watched for a moment as the roughhousing ended and the three boys began to stick their tongues into each other's mouths. Tracey squeezed me around my mid-section, reminding me that he was still there and that he needed some attention. I rose, taking his hand into mine and led him to the forward bunk. Lifting him on to the bed, reminded me of my first meeting with Morgan -- when Morgan had hopped up on to that very bed and invited me to sample his wares. Tracey was kicking off his shorts and sliding back onto the bed before I released my hold on him. In the background, I heard the other boys planning how their love session would begin. From what I heard, I gathered that Morgan would be in the middle of the lovemaking -- CJ would enter Morgan from the rear while he entered Franky. The thought of it made me extremely hot and I wished for a moment I could be there to witness the threesome, but the sight of Tracey waiting, expectantly brought me back to my task at hand. Tracey lay nude on the bed, longingly massaging the hardness between his legs. It was time to answer his request. The cell phone rang. Tracey and I stared, shocked, into each other's eyes. The movement in the rear of the camper stopped. The phone rang again. The boys in the back began scrambling to their feet. I turned to retrieve the phone as Morgan, CJ and Franky came into view -- all still with hard-ons decreasing in stiffness as they eyed me cautiously. The phone rang again. I motioned to the boys to remain quiet. The all nodded vigorously. "Hello?" I answered. "Jason, Jason. Hey man, it's Carl." "Hey Carl." There was a groan from Tracey. CJ blew out breath in disgust. Franky squeezed his eyes and fist shut with his head tilted to the ceiling. Morgan stared at me with a look of fright. "Hey man," Carl continued, "Sorry you got saddled with the boys. Didn't mean for you to baby-sit them. They really can get along on their on." "No, no," I said, "it's not like that at all. Morgan and I are enjoying their company. We've been traveling alone so much this summer it is a welcomed change." "You sure man, I can come and pick them up?" "No, it's quite all right. I'm sure you and Anna wouldn't mind another night alone, and it would be a shame to interrupt our camp out. Morgan so rarely gets to be around boys his own age." "You sure this isn't a problem. I mean, I know the boys can be a hand full some times." I could hear whispers in the background. My guess was that Anna was telling Carl not to push it, if I wanted to keep the boys for the night she was more than willing to let me. "It's no trouble at all," I said, "The boys have been extremely well behaved." "You're kidding, right?" Carl said, "These are our boys you're talking about, right? They are never extremely well behaved." I wanted to jump through the phone and grab Carl by the throat. "No," I said with all the restraint I could muster, "I'm not kidding they have been very well behaved and have done everything that I have asked. They really aren't any trouble." "Well, you'll have to tell me your secret then," Carl said to me and then, muffled I could hear him saying to Anna, "All right, all right, I'll accept the offer. He returned the conversation to me saying, "OK and thanks Jason." "As I said," I told him, "It's no trouble at all." The conversation ended and there was a gasp of relief from the camper. "Jesus," Morgan said, "that was a close one." "He's such an asshole," CJ said. I tended to agree but didn't want to voice that opinion out loud. "Well," I said, "He's letting you stay the night so let's not linger on the negative." "I hardly want to do anything now," CJ said. Franky nodded his agreement. "I do!" Tracey said. We all laughed. Tracey turned red again but we all noticed, that of the group, he was the only one still with a hard-on, which he was still stroking. "Horny little bugger," CJ laughed, but I noticed that the other three boys were hardening again, as was I. "Well," Morgan said, "where were we before we were so rudely interrupted." "I was getting off in your butt," CJ grinned, now at full mast. "Oh yeah," Morgan said, grabbing his cock with one hand, stroking in hard, staring at Franky while sliding the other hand between Franky's ass cheeks, "and if I remember, I was in here!" Morgan's finger probed Franky's ass. Franky grinned, wiggled his ass on Morgan's finger, as his cock began to dance to his escalating heartbeat. "Damn, I'm horny," Morgan said. "Me too," said CJ. The three boys turned and scurried to the back. The camper bounced as they repositioned themselves to resume their love play. I shucked off my clothes and climbed in bed with Tracey. The sound of a group, "ah" rose from the back. I smiled down at Tracey. He smiled up at me. My head descended between his legs. It was a night to be remembered. ************ Morning broke far to early. I disengaged myself from the sleeping Tracey and quietly lowered myself to the floor. Checking on the boys in the back, I found them all still asleep -- Morgan in the middle, his ass pressed against Franky's groin while his groin was pressed into CJ's smooth ass. Apparently, Morgan had fucked and been fucked by both boys. What a sight! Believe me when I say, it did not help me control my early morning hard-on! I was already semi-hard as I reflected on Tracey's squeals from the night before when he received his first orgasm, shaking violently from the heat of my mouth, and his second orgasm, writhing uncontrollably as I massaged his inner region with my cock before blasting my load deep inside of him. I felt like jacking off over those three sleeping bodies, spewing my seed over their naked bodies as a cream filled wake up call. But I resisted and instead forced myself out into the cool morning air to gather my senses. After slashing myself with cold pond water, I found I could focus on getting breakfast started -- there is nothing like grilled bacon for my money -- the smell of which caused the first movements from the camper. Tracey was the first to exit. He was wearing nothing but his briefs, sneakers and a smile. How I desired to let the bacon burn, so hot was my flame. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a monster of a hug -- almost as if he were trying to lift me off the ground. Of course he wanted to help and I set him at the task of scrambling eggs. Franky appeared next. He was wearing a bashful look, his sneakers and shorts -- but I could tell no underwear. I seriously wondered if I was going to be able to contain myself. Franky began setting the picnic table and had the task near completion when Morgan appeared with CJ, hand in hand. They looked like the perfect couple and I admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. "Thanks again for bringing us," CJ said. "Yeah, thanks," Franky said over his shoulder, laying the last of the plastic ware in place. Tracey walked up to me and gave me a hug of thanks. Morgan's smile was his thanks and it was more than enough. "Well," I said, finishing the eggs and heading for the table, "Let's eat." We sat at the table, eating in reflection. On all of our minds was the fact that our time together was coming to an end. None of us said it directly. There wasn't a sadness concerning our impending separation, only a sense of relaxed resignation. I noticed that Morgan and CJ traded phone numbers -- CJ also gave Morgan the boys' home address -- Morgan explained that we didn't really know where we were going; that we were looking for a place to call home. I could see in CJ's expression the desire to say we could move to his town, but he let the moment pass with the words unspoken. The drive back to the hotel was also filled with quiet reflection. There was so much I wanted to say to the boys. So much needed to be said, and yet, there was nothing to say. We would miss them. They would miss us. Maybe some time in the future we would meet again, maybe not. Carl and Anna greeted us with good cheer. The boys put on happy faces and told them what a great time they had had. Morgan and I were thanked for being such good friends to the boys. I shook Carl's hand, and received a hug from Anna who looked much more relaxed and pleasant than I had seen her since our meeting. The boys' had one last request: could they all go swimming one last time before Morgan and I hit the road. "I thought we go get a bite to eat," Carl said, "and then hit the malls for shopping." The boys agreed reluctantly. I wasn't going to let the moment pass. I pull Carl aside. "Look," I said, "You asked me my secret. I'll tell you. I give them what they want, not what I want. Carl they want to go swimming, to say good-bye to their friend. They don't give a shit about going shopping. They know you can buy them anything they want. But the one thing you don't give them is you, Carl. Why don't you go down to the pool with them? Toss them around a bit. Believe me, they would love that far more than going shopping." At first I thought that Carl would dismiss the suggestion out of hand, but suddenly he smiled and slapped me on the back. He told the boys that he had changed his mind and would go to the pool with them. I was happy for the boys and glad that Carl would be the chaperone instead of me; it would have broken my heart to witness their camaraderie knowing it was the last time I would see them together in such a happy state. I head to the room to pack Morgan and my belongings, after which I loaded them all into the camper. When I arrived at the pool, Tracey was sitting with Ann who had decided to join the family at poolside. She had her arm around the boy; he was hugging her and had just given her a pecking kiss on the cheek, when she noticed me. She waved. I waved. Carl was in the pool with Morgan, CJ, and Franky, tossing each in his turn. The exchange of waves caught Carl's attention and he swam to the edge where I was standing, the boys in hot pursuit. "Sure you can't stay a bit longer," Carl asked. "No, Morgan and I need to get underway." "Too bad," Carl said, "the boys have been doing nothing but singing your praises all morning. I have to admit, Anna and I are little jealous. Guess it made us think a little. You know, maybe we have been neglecting the boys a bit." I nodded and took Carl's pool wet hand in a shake. Tracey appeared by my side and gave me a wet hug. "We'll miss you," he said. Franky was next in line. He also hugged me saying, "Thanks for everything." CJ extended his hand. We shook before I pulled him to me and hugged him. I didn't care that his parents were watching. If the boys affection toward me caused them jealousy that would prompt them to spend more time with their children, then all the better for it. CJ returned the hug and whisper in my ear, "Thanks, Dad." "You're welcome," I said, staring into his eyes. A round of hugs were also given to Morgan. Morgan and I then turned, giving our last parting waves, and headed for the camper, Morgan still wet from the swim. "You know," Morgan said, as I steered the camper out of the parking lot, "I'm glad we stopped there, but I'm going to miss those guys." "So am I Morgan," I said, "but there's something more important for us to focus on." "What?" "Finding a way for us to be together." "We are together," Morgan laughed. "No, I mean permanently." Morgan smiled and relaxed in his seat. We drove south. My mind was on Kansas, Morgan's home state. It was time to focus I thought. But as we turned onto the interstate Morgan began yelling, "Pull over! Pull over!" I obeyed, looking left and right trying to figure out what he was yelling about. Morgan rolled down his window and poked his head out looking behind us. My first thought was that we had developed a flat. Then I saw him, a skinny, long blond haired, high school age looking kid, in faded, hole filled jeans, and a t-shirt, carrying a backpack. He ran to the spot were we stopped and leaned into Morgan's window. "Where you going?" Morgan asked. "I'm heading to Colorado. You guys going that way." "I think so," Morgan replied, turning to look into my eyes. "Can I catch a lift, Mister?" the kid asked. Why not, I thought. "Hop in," I said. Morgan's smile broadened. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the camper door. Our new passenger tossed his backpack into the back of the camper and then knelt between our seats as I pulled back onto the interstate. "I'm Bartholomew," the boy said, "Bart." "I'm Jason," I replied, "and this is Morgan." "Nice to meet you,' Bart said, "and thanks for the ride." "Nice to me you too," I said, "and no problem with the ride." "No problem," Morgan repeated, smiling back at Bart. I sighed. One adventure ends and another adventure begins. ********************************************************************** 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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