Date: Tue, 30 Mar 1999 18:36:35 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Motor Home Adventures 12 Motor Home Adventures 12/? Codes: M/t (mast, oral) By: idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between teen boys and a man and a teen. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Motor Home Adventurers 12 Searching 9 I waited until Hank had gotten me off before asking about a bookstore. He said he knew where one was out on the highway east of town. We would go out Sunday. Hank picked me up a little after 2:00 Sunday. We drove about four or five miles out, before we saw a little yellow painted building. I wasn't impressed. It was an old converted gas station, and when I say little, I mean Small! The building was maybe 12 feet by 15 feet, and had ADULT BOOKS gaudily painted all over it. There were only two cars in the parking lot as we pulled in. Hank got parked, and as we were getting out of the car, another car pulled into the lot. It was a man and a woman in their mid forties, and Hank said he knew them. The man worked with Hank's dad, and he went over to talk to them, as I went inside. Well, it wasn't anything like what gramps72 had described. I walked in and found myself standing in the middle of an almost empty room. There was an older woman (70's - 80's) standing in front of what looked like those video games in an arcade. She glanced over at me, then went back to watching what ever it was she was watching. There was a man setting behind a glass display counter with a cash register. He nodded at me, and I nodded back. Along one wall were some magazines and books. The other wall had some videos. I went over and started checking out the videos. They weremostly men and women, but there were three or four that looked to be gay. I didn't know what a porn tape should cost, because I had never bought one before, but I know now, he was proud of them. I picked one out and took it to the cash register. He rang it up, I paid and was out the door within 10 minutes of our having gotten there. Not one word had been spoken by anyone while I was inside. Hank left his friends and headed for his car as I came out. I joined him as he was sliding into the driver's seat. "Don't you want to go in and look?" I asked him. "I told them I had just brought you out." he replied. "I don't need my dad on my case, asking questions." "Well, you didn't miss anything. It was nothing like the e-mail." I told him. We headed back to town, and were soon back at the motor home. Hank was anxious to see the video I had bought. We got inside, and I noticed Big Hank was stirring before I even got the tape in the VCR. I sit down next to Hank, and pushed the play button on the remote. Hank was already rubbing his crotch, and the story hadn't even started. I reached over and unzipped him, reaching inside his pants to pull Big Hank free. He was rock hard. The show was starting and two young guys were walking in a field. For some unexplained reason, they looked at each other, started undressing and got into a 69. The sound was bad, and the video wasn't very good quality. It might not be the best, but it was doing the job. Hank was all but panting, and I wasn't too far behind. I got Hank's pants and boxers down, and was slowly jacking him off. The video didn't seem to make any attempt at a story line. A third guy suddenly joined the first two, and was all of a sudden fucking one of the guys. Hank got his shirt off, and was playing with his nipples as I worked on Big Hank. His eyes never left the TV screen, and he never stopped moaning low. I could tell the fucking was really turning him on. He tensed, and Big Hank started jerking in my hand as it expelled the cum from Hank's nuts. I got up and grabbed a towel. Hank broke his gaze at the TV just long enough to take it and say thanks. He took a fast swipe at the cum he had shot, then dropped to the floor on his knees, as he reached for my belt, his eyes straining as he watched the TV out of the corner of his eye. He got my pants down, and was slurping on my hard cock. The scene on the video had changed, and now one guy was on his hands and knees doggy style, with one guy behind him fucking his ass, as the other was on his knees fucking his face. Hank was sucking me fast and hard, as he watched the action on the screen. His hand crept to my nuts, and between his sucking, massaging, and what was on the TV, I had to shoot. I shot four or five times into Hank's greedy mouth, as he stared at the action going on. I was going soft in Hank's mouth, as he cleansed my dick with his tongue. Somehow, while I wasn't watching, they had gotten on their sides, and one guy was fucking another, while the other was fucking him. I checked out Big Hank, and he was hard. I didn't know if it was again, or still. I got Hank back on the couch and started down on Big Hank. Hank was moaning, and as I glanced to the TV, the scene now had two guys kneeling over the third, jacking off over his face. One guy started shooting, making his cum scatter over as much of the guys face as he could. Hank started giving up his second load, as the other guy started creaming the kid's face also. The video ended with a close up of the guy, with a big grin on his cum covered face. Hank wanted to watch the video again, so I hit re-wind and started it over. Hank was full of questions as he watched the show a second time. He asked how the guy got his dick up the other's ass without it hurting. I backed up the tape and hit pause, and pointed out that you could see the lube on the dick and the guy's ass hole. I told him about my having watched Jack lose his cherry, and that the first few times could hurt bad, or it could be like I was, and not hurt much at all. We watched the video twice more before Hank went home. I got on the computer after he left, and wrote to Kevin and John. I told Kevin about the video I had bought, and that I thought Hank was going to want to fuck before long. I told him I wasn't about to let him fuck me, although I might think about fucking him. I told gramps72 how disappointed I was in the bookstore here. I watched a little TV before bed time, but I didn't care to watch the video any more. I don't know, the ending just doesn't do anything for me. The kid's cum covered face just wasn't a turn on for me. Kevin's e-mail the next morning said he couldn't wait for Christmas so he could watch the video. Gramps72's was a little ruff. "Hi Ron, So you struck out. Big Deal. I struck out yesterday too. I went out to the bookstore, and there were only about 5 guys hanging around. Two were over giving a guy a blowjob, and the other two only seemed to want to jack themselves off while watching them. I hung around awhile and ended up going home in the same condition I was in when I got there. I just don't whine about it every time I strike out. So don't give up. You think I found my bookstore on the first try? Ha! Grow up kid! You still got off with that Hank guy. Be HAPPY! Love anyway, John" "Do I whine all the time?" I asked myself. "Maybe I do, I'll have to watch that." I spent the next few weeks driving around the towns in the area, looking for bookstores. What I found was mostly like the one at home. I was in a little store one day, and overheard a guy talking to another man. He was telling him about a motel he had been to in Orlando. He was saying that he had taken a VCR and some gay and straight porn tapes, left the drapes open, and had guys knocking on the door all night. I guess my listening in was kind of obvious, because he turned to me and told me the name of the motel and said their mostly older guys like you, before turning his attention back to the man he was talking too. I know I blushed a little, but I knew I was going to try it. I called the motel as soon as I got back home to make reservations for the next weekend. The earliest weekend they had open was 3 weeks away. Oh well, I would wait without whining about it. I booked a room and give them my credit card number. I like Hank, but I decided I didn't want to take him with me. I wanted to see how I would do on my own, without having guys being drawn by a younger man. I didn't say anything about going to Hank. I did e-mail gramps72 about my plans, and his answer was short and to the point. "About time. LOL John" The time seemed to drag until it was time for my weekend. I set out early in the morning for Orlando, even though it was only a two hour drive. I hung around a mall killing several hours until it was check in time at the motel. I had lunch at the Italian restaurant, and ate very slowly. I stopped at the drug store and got a box of condoms like Kevin told me to. I don't worry about using them with Kevin and Hank, but who knows who might show up at the motel. At last. I could check in. I went to the motel, registered and got my room key. I found the room, and it was about in the middle of the motel. Should be a good room for attracting guys even if it was a little seedy. I took the VCR out of the motor home and hooked it to the tv in the motel room. I got the porn tapes I had bought, but had a hard time deciding what I should play first. 'What would other guys like?' I asked myself. 'Are all my tapes old hat to them? Maybe I should go try to find something else. No, all of mine are new. I'll just spread them on the dresser, where they can be seen. What else? The condoms and some lube. Don't want to forget that. I don't think I'll fuck anyone, and I'm sure not letting anyone fuck me, but it's best to be ready.' I moved the motor home to where it wouldn't be in the way, and locked it up. I went back to the room deciding to take an nap, because I hoped it would be a long night. I pulled the drapes, and locked the door. I wasn't ready for any company yet. I woke about 6:30pm, and decided I was ready for a very long, very hot shower. I stripped and got under the spray, just soaking in the wet warmth. Oh, I really like my long showers. It's probably the thing I miss the most by living in a motor home. I spent about 45 minutes in the shower before getting out. I shaved and brushed my teeth. A little of the after shave lotion that Kevin likes. Not so much as to stink up the place, but just a hint. I didn't bother with any underwear, I decided to be like John. Gramps72 had written in an e-mail, that he wanted to be ready for action, and didn't usually wear underwear. I put on a pair of walking shorts, and a short sleeve pull-over that doesn't show my belly too bad. I looked at myself in the mirror, and except for more belly then I should have, I didn't look too bad. I know I'm no knock out, but I've seen guys uglier then me. I combed my hair, got my shoes and socks on, and checked myself in the mirror. 'Well Ron, that's as good as you get.' I told myself. I put a video in the VCR, and turned it on. I thought it might as well do some work for me as I had supper. I opened the drapes as I went out the door, locking it behind me. The guy I had overheard, had said guys would go in the room and watch porn if you were there or not. I went over to the motel's restaurant for supper. The waitress handed me a menu. They had Hot Roast Beef Sandwiches, one of my favorites. Their prices were very reasonable, and if the food was good, I knew I would be very pleased. I sipped my coffee as I checked out the room. It looked like everyone else was checking it out too. Unless the crowd soon changed, it seemed I was one of the younger ones there. It looked to be a mixed crowd of men over 60. There were tall men, and short men. Skinny men and overly fat. Hairy men with beards and men that looked like they had very little hair. If you could describe him, he was there as long as being over 60 was alright. Well, that's alright with me. I don't mind someone older. I think John's hot and he's 72. A few guys in their 40's came in while I was eating, and were seated at the counter checking everyone out. I finished supper, (very good), and left the waitress a pretty good tip. Most of the room was just having coffee, and I didn't think she would make much off that crowd. I paid and started back to the room. A man followed me out of the restaurant, but I wasn't too sure about him. I don't mind a guy being a little over weight, but he must have weighed 300 pounds. There were two guys (60's) standing at the window of the room watching the porn tape when I got back. I unlocked the door and invited them in. They got settled on one of the beds, and there was a knock on the door. I had left it unlocked, and just yelled "Come on in." Tubby stuck his head in the door and asked, "This a private party?" "No," I answered, "Come on in." 'So he's a big boy,' I thought to myself, 'he might be a little fun.' I looked over to the other guys, and one had his dick out, slowly jacking it off. Tubby headed over to him asking, "Can I take care of that for you?" Red, the guy had red hair, just moved his hand off his dick. Tubby was stripping off his shirt as he asked, "Would someone play with my tits?" He had breasts bigger then my wife had sported. I got behind him and started massaging him as he went down on Red. He came back up long enough to tell me, "Squeeze em harder. Make me feel it man!" I squeezed harder and faster, as I watched Red start jacking off the other guy. Red looked like he was shooting, and the other guy lifted up his shirt and shot his load onto his tummy. Tubby stood up and started putting on his shirt. You could see red marks my fingers had left around his big nipples. Red was tucking himself back in, when the other guy asked, "You got any Kleenex?" 'Kleenex! I forgot the Kleenex!' I yelled at myself. "No, but I'll get you some toilet tissue." I told him. "Never mind," he said, "they put sandpaper in the bathrooms here, to keep you from using very much. I'll just use my handkerchief." "Sorry." I told him. I had some Kleenex in the motor home, so I went out to get it. As I was going back to the room, I saw Tubby stick his head in the door of another room. When I got back to the room, the other two had also left, but there were four more there. There was a threesome going on the floor. One guy was doggy style on top of another, getting his ass fucked as he sucked the other guy. There was a guy laying on the bed, pounding his meat for all he was worth, as he watched the others. I went over to him and cupped my hand. He looked at me and started shooting. I handed him the Kleenex. I looked up, and there was a guy in his late 40's sitting in the chair. "I'm a damn good top." he announced. 'Top?' I wondered, 'what's a top?' It just dawned on me what he meant when the guy on the bed spoke up. "He wants to fuck you." "Thanks, but I'm not into fucking." I told him. He got up and ambled out the door. The door was wide open, as were the drapes, but that didn't seem to bother anyone. I couldn't tell you how many guys went through the room by 11:00pm, I had given up counting at 9:00pm when there had been about 14. There had been a lot of sucking and some fucking. I had sucked a couple of guys off, but hadn't gotten off myself. I decided it was time. I unzipped, and pulled out my hard-on, it was just a minute before a guy had his face in my crotch. Someone was standing beside my head with their hard-on sticking out. Just a turn of my head, and it was in my mouth. It didn't take long before he was shooting a watery cum. I dumped my load into the other guys mouth, and he licked me clean. He tucked my soft dick back in my shorts for me, zipped me up, and walked out the door. It was almost 1:00am before I had the room to myself again. I closed the drapes, locked the door, and took a long shower. I thought I heard someone knocking on the door while I was in the bathroom, but I didn't answer. The next night was almost a repeat of the first night. Tubby was there again, and I thought I recognized a few of the others. Guys were in and out of the room all evening. A little after 1:00am, I told the last two it was time to leave. It looked like they were planning on spending the night. I mulled over the weekend, as I drove back home. It had been kind of fun, but I had missed Kevin. All it had been was wild sex. No love. No caring. It was; any mouth or ass would do, wham, bam, thank you sir. Hank would have had a ball. 'Oh Kevin,' I moaned to myself, 'things just aren't as much fun without you. Well, I leave next week to go get him for Christmas.' I reminded myself. Continued... Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :) Hotmail has been having some problems. If you wrote and didn't get an answer, I didn't get it. I answer all notes. Thanks, Joe.