Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 04:07:33 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Motor Home Adventures 15 Motor Home Adventures 15/? Codes: M/t (mast, oral, anal) 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, if you want to live to old age. 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 15 Searching 12 "Oh, Kevin. No one is as cute to me as you are, baby. I love you. Their just pretty boys." Kevin hugged me tight as I kissed the top of his head, and we were soon asleep. It wasn't much past first light when we pulled out of Grand Prairie. We stayed on I 20 until Sweetwater, Texas, then picked up Highway 84. We made good time through Lubbock, and entered New Mexico at Clovis. We shut it down at Clovis for the night. It was December 23rd, and we were only about 7 hours from my son's house. I wanted to spend the night with Kevin. I knew we couldn't be together once we got to my son's. When I had sold my house, my daughter-in-law had fixed me a room in their home. She had told me it would always be ready for me anytime I wanted to spend some time there, or even move in and live there. I would have to use 'My' room while we were there. Mitch, my little 6 year-old grandson, has bunk beds in his room, and Kevin would have to sleep there. Our love making that night was sweet and tender. I held Kevin as we drifted off to sleep. We didn't leave the next morning until almost 11:00am, but we were still at my son's in time for supper. We had Bev's, that's my daughter-in-law, Bev. Anyway, we had her traditional Christmas Eve Spaghetti Supper. The flowers Kevin had sent were in the center of the table. They were nice, and made everything festive, but I know they cost more then he could afford. Being a small family, our tradition has always been to have everyone open one present on Christmas Eve, and save the rest until Christmas morning. Mitch's bedtime is 8:00pm, but he was promised he could stay up an hour later that night. Mitch had a big box under the tree, and was dying to know what it was. There was something for everyone, including Kevin. Bev had asked me what he would like, and I had told her he had to buy his own clothes. Mitch of course got to go first to open his present. He wanted that big box. He tore all the wrapping paper off, but had trouble with the cardboard. He finally got it torn open enough to tell it was a train set. Mitch wanted to set it up right away, so Ronny, yes, my son's a junior, got down in the floor with him. He invited Kevin to help him and Mitch, and they all started putting it together. Mitch was interested enough to want to know what everyone else got, so we continued passing out presents. Bev handed Kevin a box, and he was both pleased and I think a little embarrassed. He slowly opened the box as everyone watched. He pulled out a pretty pull-over sweater. You could tell he was pleased. It wasn't cold in the house, but he slipped it over his head, and showed it off. It did look good on him. Bev handed me my box, and it was the same as Kevin's except mine was brown where his was blue. I'm not wild about sweaters, but I slipped mine on too. Ronny got the new drill he had been wanting, and Bev a new sewing machine. Everyone was happy with what they got. The boys all played with the train set until Mitch had to go to bed. He wasn't happy about having to leave, but scampered off once he was reminded Santa couldn't come if he was awake. Kevin went out to the motor home and got my computer. He didn't bring in the monitor or anything, because I would use my son's. Kevin hooked everything up, and we got our e-mail and answered all that had been waiting for days. I sent my Merry Christmas messages, but since my son was there, I didn't open the one from gramps72. There's just no telling what John might say. Kevin started answering his, and my son went to take care of Santa. I asked Kevin to open the one from John real quick. "Hi kids, Hope you have a good Christmas. Don't give the old man a heart attack, Kevin. Hope to see you soon, Ron. Love, John" Nothing that would have looked too bad if my son had seen it, I thought. Kevin fired off a message to John, as I joined my son and Bev in the livingroom. Santa had come, and brought Mitch a bike, and a big stuffed bear. Ronny got my present to Mitch out of hiding, and put it under the tree. I had found a good used 486 DX2 66 computer that I had been able to buy right. It was internet ready with a 28.8 modem, a 15 inch monitor, and an older ink jet printer. It had windows 95, but most of the programs wouldn't have been of interest to Mitch. It only had a 500mg hard drive, so I put a larger one in it. Ronny and Bev didn't let Mitch play with their computer unless they were right there. I just got him his own. What the heck, he may be a little young for it yet, but he is my only grandchild. If he tears it up, he tears it up. I loaded it with games, and I had found a series of learning programs called Jump Start. I loaded 1st and 2nd Grades on his computer, so he should be fixed up. It had cleaned up real nice, and looked almost new. Kevin had seen some guys wearing army pants, and had commented that he thought they were kewl. I had gotten on the internet, and run army store in the search engine. I found a place that had all different kinds of camouflage pants, so I had ordered him a pair of blue camo, yellow camo, and one they called city/urban camo. It was in gray, white, and black. I had them sent to my son's, and Bev had wrapped them for me. I had gotten Ronny and Bev a copy of Corel WordPerfect. They had seen it on my computer and said they would liked to have had it. I also got them a scanner for their computer, since they didn't have one, and the price has dropped so low on them. When everyone started drifting to bed, I went to my room, as Kevin went to Mitch's. Mitch's room is across the hallway from mine, while my son's and Bev's is at the other end of the house. I knew I couldn't sleep yet, just thinking of Kevin being just across the hallway. I found something to read a while, trying to take my mind off him. I read for a half hour or maybe 45 minutes, before my door creaked open and Kevin slipped into the room. He locked the door behind him, as he came over to the bed, slipping off his pants. "I waited as long as I could." he informed me in a whisper. "I've got to be with you a while, Ron." I just held my arms out to him as he slipped into bed. We were as quiet as we could be, but I had to kiss him. His mouth as plastered to mine, as our tongues searched for the other's soul. The bed was making soft squeaking noises as we hugged and rocked each other. Kevin started working his mouth down my body. My neck was covered with his kisses. I had to force myself not to moan. His tongue was soon working on my nipple. Oh, it was good. Lower he went. My navel was given a tongue bath. He's quietly kissing down the trail of hair leading to my pubic bush. There was a large wet spot on my jockeys, where I had leaked pre-cum. He didn't touch my jockeys! He jumped down and started licking the tender inside of my thighs. Oh, it was hard not to moan! At last, he started pulling down my underwear. I helped by raising my butt off the bed. Kevin slipped them off me, and got between my legs. He licked my ball sac, before taking one in his mouth and gently sucking it. I didn't know how much I could take. Suddenly, his mouth was on my dick. He licked my head once, before I was all the way down his throat. I had to buck into his mouth. It didn't matter how much noise the bed made, I had to do it. Was it seconds, or minutes? Who knows? I was shooting everything I had into Kevin's mouth. He gently gave me a suck every once in a while, as I recovered and went soft. He climbed up my body, and stretched out on top of me. "Merry Christmas, lover." he whispered in my ear. "Merry Christmas, Baby." I whispered back. I gave him a kiss, before rolling him onto the bed and starting to work on pleasing him. I made love to his young perfect body. It may have been that we were at my son's, and doing something in secrete, but it was one of the best times I have ever had with Kevin. I quietly kissed his neck. His ear got my tongue, until he started to giggle. I moved on. His shoulders. Oh those strong perfect shoulders. Down to his right nipple. I sucked and gently nipped it with my teeth. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get it's attention. Once it decided to stand firm and proud, I moved to the left one. It only took a few licks of my tongue before it did what I wanted. Downward I traveled, across his rippled abs, kissing and loving his firm stomach. I bathed his belly button with my tongue. He always likes that. I all but ripped his underwear off. He saved them by helping me get them down. I knew what he was going to smell like, his odor is imprinted on my brain. I'll never forget his smell, but I needed the real thing. I placed my nose in his crotch, and inhaled deep. The smell that says Kevin to me hit me strong. I kissed his nuts, and Kevin was whimpering. I came up long enough to whisper "quiet" to him. He nodded his head, and stopped whimpering, but even his breathing was loud. I took his hard dick in my hand. It was so hard, but at the same time the outside was so soft to the touch. I licked up and down that beautiful shaft before moving to his cute head that's shaped like a German helmet. I gave it all due attention, and Kevin was breathing faster. I took it in my mouth, and went all the way down, as he started bucking. I was bobbing in time with his thrusts, and it didn't take long before he was filling my mouth with his taste. It was late when Kevin slipped back to Mitch's room. I lay awhile thinking about me and Kevin before drifting off to sleep. A lite tapping on the door woke me the next morning. It was still early. "Dad? Are you decent, Dad?" "Come on in, Bev." I answered. Bev slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. She had two cups of coffee, and she handed me one as she sit on the edge of the bed, taking my hand in her's. "Dad, you know I love you like my own father, but we need to talk before the guys get up. You and Kevin don't hide the way you look at each other very well, and you should remember that mothers with small children are lite sleepers." "Bev, ..." I started. She held up her hand to stop me, as she continued. "Dad, I remember when Ronny and I were 16. We couldn't keep our hands off each other either. I just hope we concealed it better from you, then you guys are doing. I know a look of love when I see it, and that boy's in love with you." "I know he loves me, Bev." I told her. "I love him too." "Is he really an orphan?" she asked. "For all practical purposes," I told her. "I believe his father would have killed him, just because he's gay, the night I found him." The door opened. "He would have, and he still will if he gets the chance." Kevin spoke up. "I'm sorry, I was listening at the door." he said as he entered the room. "When I'm with Ron is the only time I feel safe and happy. I'll leave, there won't be any trouble." he told Bev. "Ron was going to put me on a plane at Las Vegas when we got to Nevada, but I can be ready to go in just a few minutes. I'm sorry I ruined your Christmas." He was almost crying. "You don't have to go, Kevin." Bev told him. "Dad's happier then I've seen him in a long time. I just worry if you both know what your doing. I don't want to see anyone hurt, or Dad in jail." "Bev, honey, I don't know where we're going with this, but I need Kevin, and he needs me. It's true he'll be alone if he's not with me. His brother Max went home for Christmas, but Kevin can't go, his father doesn't know he's staying with Max. I really believe his father would try to kill him, just because he's gay. I've found out I'm gay too, honey." "I've wondered for years, Dad. I know you and Mom weren't that compatible. Mom and I used to talk about it when Ronny and I were first married." "I was always faithful to her, Bev." I informed her. "She knew, Dad." Bev told me. "Did Ronny notice?" I asked. "Yeah, but don't say anything to him. He's not ready to handle talking about it. Give him some time. All I ask, is that you guys be careful, especially around Mitch. I don't want him asking questions yet." "Your not shocked at me for having a 16 year-old lover?" I asked her. "Yeah, but I'll get over it." she smiled at me. "At least you can't get him pregnant, Ronny's too old for a little brother or sister." "Thank you, Bev." Kevin told her. She got up and patted Kevin on the arm, as she told us breakfast would be ready in about half an hour. As soon as she woke Mitch up, he wanted to get to opening presents. He didn't have time for any old breakfast, there were important things under the tree. He spotted the computer, and got real excited when he saw his name on it. He told me thank you over and over, during breakfast, and he couldn't hardly eat as he asked his dad if he could plug it in and try it out. I told him he didn't have any excuse for not writing me any more. Everyone opened the rest of their presents, and I got a new keychain from Mitch, and a wrench set from Kevin. He had noticed all my wrenches were mismatched, and we can never find a 9/16 when we need one. We were all pleased with what we got. Kevin went and changed into the blue camo pants, and he was strutting his stuff. Mitch didn't know what he wanted to play with first. He had so many new toys, he was lost. He and my son went outside with the bike a while, as Kevin got the computer hooked up in Mitch's room. At 3:00, they went over to Bev's parents' house to open their presents over there. Kevin and I were invited, but I begged off. Her folks are nice people, but with her brothers and sisters families there, it would be a crowd. I just sent the box of candy I had gotten for her folks over with them. Kevin and I enjoyed our time alone. We were together, and although I knew Kevin was missing his own family, we had a good time. He got on the computer, and his brother Luke was in a chat room. They got into another room, and spent two hours talking to each other. It was the most time they had spent together since Kevin had left home. I left him alone, and all he told me later, was that his little brother was growing up. We had sex, and then watched TV until the kids came home, about 8:00pm. Mitch came bursting in the door, waving two gingerbread men. "Grams sent these to you and Kev." he enthused. He handed me one, before running to Kevin and handing him the other. We both thanked him, and he just beamed. Bev carried in two plates heaped high with food. "Mom just knew you guys would be hungry." she anounced. "You'll have to have at least a bite of everything." Kevin groaned. We had already eaten, but we found room for most of what was on our plates. We sat around visiting until late, and Mitch was allowed to stay up until 9:30. He fell asleep on the floor, so Ronny carried him to bed, and tucked him in. Ronny and Bev would have to return to work tomorrow, so Kevin and I were planning on leaving in the morning. I told Bev we would take Mitch to Grams' in the morning, before we left. I lay awake, my ears straining for the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. It never came. I awoke with the early dawn lighting the room through the drawn curtains. I was still alone in my bed. Continued Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :) I answer all notes. If you write and don't get an answer, I didn't get it. Thanks, Joe.