Date: Sun, 02 May 1999 03:32:48 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Motor Home Adventures 19 Motor Home Adventures 19/? Codes: M/M (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, you're not that lucky. 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 19 John 2 I snuggled in close to John, as we slept, that last night. When the alarm woke us, I was depressed. We got around and had breakfast. I kissed him good bye, and left before his friend arrived. As I pulled away from his house, I wondered when we would meet again. We would meet again, if I had anything to do with it! I was near the outskirts of town when I decided to go to John's bookstore. I didn't have any trouble locating it, he had given me good directions. I pulled into the parking lot and found the weathered old sign, just as he had described. There were 5 or 6 cars in the dirt parking lot, and plenty of room to park the motor home. I opened the screen door on the building, and just as John had told me, it felt like it might fall off in my hand. I was greeted with the sight of a not very clean restroom straight ahead of me, with the door wide open. There was an older man taking a leak, and the woman sitting at the cash register looked bored. There were the magazines and video tapes on the left, like John had told me there would be. On the right, by the cash register, was the glass display case with the sex toys. I gave the woman the money for the theaters, and turned towards the straight one. John had said there is more action on that side. The entrance was covered with heavy black plastic, and had ropes of little bells hanging down. There was no way to get into the theater without the bells ringing. They weren't big, so they only made a tinkling sound. Kind of like those bells little kids sometimes put on their shoes at Christmas time. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust. The only light came from the TV. The show was some girl with big boobs, getting fucked by some stud, as another guy was fucking her face. It didn't do a thing for me. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could tell there were two older guys sitting around. I took a seat on the couch, and pulled out my cock. I started stroking it slowly, and one of the guys got up and stood in front of me. I just moved my hand, opened my legs, and he sank down on his knees. His mouth was on my dick-head in just a moment. He knew what he was doing, as his tongue worked my cock, trying to milk out that special juice. I glanced over, and the other guy had his hard-on out and was jacking off, as he watched us. He grabbed a Kleenex and held it over his dick as he shot. That made me go to the edge. I warned the guy I was about to blow, but he just kept sucking. I dumped my nuts' offering into his mouth, and he swallowed my cum as fast as I shot it out. He gently sucked, until I was soft. I was clean as he tucked my dick back into my pants and zipped them up. He arose, and went back to his seat, as I told him "thanks." I got up, and went to the door. The bells once again tinkled as I left. I went over to the gay side, and that doorway also had the bells. It didn't take my eyes long to adjust, and I could tell there was someone giving a blow-job, as he was getting his ass fucked. The tape being played was one of the videos I have, so I wasn't interested in it. I watched the 3 guys get off, then turned and left. As I was pulling out of the dirt parking lot, I decided I wasn't ready to go back to Tucson. I decided to hang around John's town a while. Maybe, John and I could spend some more time together. I have to be somewhere while I wait for spring vacation. I drove around town, and found a mobile home park, near the theater, that would let me park on a monthly bases. I got settled in, and e-mailed everyone that I would be spending some time there. I had the telephone hooked up, and got back into the habit of surfing the Internet. I was walking the neighborhood a few days later, when I happened to pass a house having a yard sale. There was a step ladder, and since I needed one to wash and wax the motor home, I got it. There was a 10 speed bicycle offered, and the price didn't seem unreasonable. I bought it too. I decided it might help tone me up a little, and get rid of my tummy. I don't even remember the last time I was on a bike, but as the old saying goes, it didn't take me long to get used to it. It was something else, riding the bike and hanging on to the step ladder. I got to where I was soon riding about 10 miles a day. My leg muscles were getting stronger, but none of that tummy was disappearing. I spent a few days washing and waxing the motor home, and it didn't look bad once I was finished, even if I do have to say so myself. I rented a carpet cleaner, and cleaned the carpet and upholstery. I hadn't informed John I was still in town. I wanted to have a little surprise for him. I knew he usually went to the theater in the early afternoon, but he would sometimes go in the late morning. I decided to try the afternoons. I waited until I got an e-mail from him, telling me he was home. I answered him back, but didn't tell him where I was. The first afternoon I went out to the theater, John didn't show up. I rode my bike back to the motor home. I hadn't gotten my nuts off; I wanted to save sex for John. I went out to the theater again the next afternoon. I parked the bike at the side of the building, and locked it to a pipe. John's car wasn't in the parking lot, so I went in and killed some time looking at the display of videos and toys. Not that I wanted any. I was just killing time. I paid the fee for the theaters, and told the man behind the counter I was waiting on someone. It was a little after 2:00pm when I saw a car that looked like John's coming into the parking lot. I slipped into the straight theater. John had told me that is were he usually heads first. There were a few men sitting around watching a couple of women going at it on the TV. I found a seat, and let my eyes adjust. I know it takes a while for John's transition glasses to adjust to the light in the theater. The bells tinkled, and there stood John. I didn't give him time for his glasses to adjust. I went to the doorway, and groped his package. He was hard. I knew he would be, because he had told me he pumps himself up before leaving home. I didn't say a word, as I led him to an open spot between two chairs. I pulled down his zipper, and pulled his meat out. Kneeling in front of him, I soon had it in my mouth, going down on it, until I felt his zipper scrape my nose. I came up enough to work his fat head with my tongue. I tried everything Kevin had taught me, and John was soon humping into my mouth. His quiet moans were encouraging me to try even harder. I was bobbing up and down on him, when my hands felt the muscles in his ass start to tighten. I came off enough to just keep the head of his dick in my mouth, as he tensed and pushed out. His cream squirted into my mouth, and I swallowed, careful not to lose a drop. I licked him clean, then tucked him back in his pants, and zipped him up. He hit me on the arm, hard enough to hurt, as he whispered, "Ron, you old son of a bitch, what are you doing here? I thought you went back to Tucson." I explained to him, I had changed my mind, and decided to stick around a while. We loaded my bike into the trunk of John's car, and he took me back to the motor home. I invited him in, and we had a cup of coffee, as he told me about his trip. John stayed awhile, then told me he had to meet his daughter. I told him he was welcome to drop by anytime he wanted. I sent Kevin an e-mail, telling him what I had done to John. He answered back before too long, saying he wished he could have seen it. The rest of his note just said he was back into the grind, going to school and working. He hinted he was looking forward to spring vacation as much as I was. John would stop by every few days. Sometimes we would just visit, other times, we would have some great sex. Once in a while, we would go to his theater. John likes variety. A few weeks after he got home, John announced he was having a little get-together. He told me it would be us and 3 other guys. I knew he had his little parties about once a month. I went over to John's house a little early to help him get ready for the party. I made a pot of coffee for John and myself, and set out the chips and dip, along with the other snacks John had ready. John changed the towels in the bathrooms, and made sure there was soap and shampoo in each of the showers. The other guys started showing up about 7:00pm. I handed each a beer as we were introduced. Andy is 20 years-old, and works as a plumber's helper, on new construction. His heavily muscled shoulders and tight stomach, made him look like he was a ex-football player. I asked, and he told me he had been a tackle in highschool. He has green eyes, and dirty blond hair. He also sports the cutest smile I have seen in a long time. His little boy smile tells you he will never really grow old, but will always be young at heart. Claude was next to show up, and he was dressed in a suite and tie. I found out it was his work clothes. He is 45, about 5 foot 10 inches tall, and a slim 150 to 160 pounds. Brown hair, and sparkling brown eyes. The type of guy that's everyone's friend. I found out he sells new cars, for the Ford Dealership. Mike arrived a little after the others. Mike is 42, and John had told me he used to be with the State Police. He is now a private investigator. He burned out with the police. Mike's hair is hard to describe. He had it cut short. The color isn't really red, but not as dark as auburn. I'm sure there is a color to describe it, but I don't know what it is. He wears a beard, and I'm not too much into beards. I don't know, maybe I didn't take to Mike too well, because John had told me he was about ready to stop inviting him to his parties. Mike doesn't want to do anything except be a bottom. It wasn't long before everyone was getting undressed. I was a little slower then the rest. I wasn't in too big a hurry to show off my flabby gut in front of these guys. They were all in good shape, with tight stomachs and asses. Well, I've already admitted what I look like. John was soon naked, with his hard dick pointing up. He had pumped up before anyone got there. He came over to where I was standing, and started taking off my shirt. "You and I are going to get it on with Claude, Ron. I'm going to fuck his ass while you fuck his mouth. That Ok with you?" I just nodded, as I watched Andy's dick start into Mike's ass. Mike was on the floor, laying on his side. They had spread a blanket under them, and it was a good thing, as the pre-cum was running in a long thin line, from Mike's dick, to the blanket. Mike's face showed he was a happy camper. Bliss. That's the best way to describe his face. Andy looked like he was enjoying his work. I dropped my pants, letting my hard-on have it's freedom, as I watched Mike and Andy change position. Mike was soon on his back, as Andy lifted his legs. Andy's cock was soon knocking at Mike's door, once again. John, Claude, and I, were sitting down, slowly jacking ourselves off, as we watched the live action on the floor in front of us. I had to stop my hand a few times, as I was getting too close to shooting. I noticed the other guys would do the same thing. Andy had sped up his fucking into Mike. He was hanging onto Mike's legs, as he pounded hard and fast, using Mike's hole to satisfy his raging lust. The grunts were coming from deep inside him, as he worked to achieve the relief he was seeking. You could tell that Mike was somewhere else, as he absorbed the feelings Andy was giving his body. Mike violently shook his head back and forth, and he moaned, then a scream came as he arched his back, supporting himself on the back of his head. Only his ass and his head was touching the floor, much as a wrestler would when trying to keep from being pinned. His cum was oozing from his jerking cock, as Andy shoved into him and moaned his relief. John was clapping his hands, and Andy turned towards us, and gave a little bow, and grin. His dick was still buried inside Mike, and I had a hard time not giggling. I just joined John and Claude in applauding. Andy used his tongue to cleanse Mike of the cum on his tummy. Once he was clean, Mike spread a towel to keep for leaking cum on anything, and sat on the couch. John indicated it was our turn. I asked Claude if we could 69, as John fucked his ass. He said he would like it that way. I lay on my back, on the blanket, as Claude got on all fours, over me. We played with each others dicks a little, as I got a close up view of John working the lube into his hole. John soon had them both slicked up, and I just watched as the big head of his dick, disappeared into Claude's body. I waited until he was bottomed out, then I used my tongue and nose, to push their nuts together. They were both moaning, as I worked them both at the same time. John's nuts were starting to draw up, so I stopped, and took Claude's hard rod in my mouth. I worked my tongue on Claude's glans, hitting all of those sensitive, tender spots, that Kevin likes for me to work on him. Claude was moaning, but I'm not sure if it was because of what I was doing, or because of the way John was working his ass. I was aware that Claude was working my dick like an expert, but the truth is, I was more interested in making sure John enjoyed the experience, then anything else. I could tell John was about to shoot. His nuts drew up tight, and you could see both his nuts, and the pump in his tight scrotum. I sucked harder on Claude's big dick, and I'm not sure who moaned first. I was aware of shooting my load into Claude's hungry mouth, as I heard John moan, and Claude's heavy cream was filling my mouth with his taste. As we sat recovering, I had the thought that I wished we had been able to find a group like this for Hank, before I had left Florida. I sometimes feel bad that I didn't treat him better. We sat around, visiting for a while, before getting up and taking our showers. Andy offered to take me back to the motor home, so I accepted. We threw my bike into the back of his pickup, and were soon off. As we drove home, Andy hinted that he was still horny. I told him only two people ever got my ass, but I would suck him off, if he wanted me too. I unlocked the door, as Andy unloaded my bike. I told Andy to go on in, as I locked up the bike. It didn't take me long, but by the time I got inside, Andy had already dropped his pants, and was standing there with his firm young manhood standing at attention. I dropped to my knees, and got right to work. The red head of his firm young cock was so inviting. His nuts hadn't dropped very low since he last came, and it didn't look like it would be long for them to be once again be tight against his body. I lapped at those good looking nuts, and Andy moaned. I started licking at the base of his dick, and bathed it with my tongue, all the way up. I slurped the head into my mouth, and started using all the little tricks I know. Andy was groaning and bucking into my mouth. I went farther down his dick, as I bobbed up and down. Andy started fucking as if he was a buck rabbit. Fast, hard, short strokes. He suddenly pulled my head against him as his nuts started unloading their cum. I drank it down. Andy offered to get me off, before he left, but I told him the party had been enough for me. I thanked him for bringing me home. He only stayed a few minutes longer, but I didn't think anything about that. I decided I wasn't going to make the same mistake with Andy, that I had with Hank. 'Don't judge his motives.' I told myself. I sent my e-mail to Kevin, and told him about John's party. I told him about each of the guys, and that I hoped John would invite me to another of his parties. I also told Kevin, that I would gladly give up all the parties, just to be with him. Continued Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :) I answer all e-mail. If you wrote, and didn't get an answer, I didn't get it. Thanks. Joe.