Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 00:38:46 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motor Home Adventures

Motor Home Advents 2/?   
Codes: M/t  t/t  (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.  The characters are a product of my 
imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them
to, and any resemblance of them 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.

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Motor Home Adventrues 2
Kevin


  I woke during the night, feeling Kevin slowly humping
against my thigh, and I could feel his hard dick pressing 
against me.  He had one leg thrown across me, and his arm 
across my chest, pulling me tight to him.  I could tell he
was asleep.  There was a tightness inside my pants that I 
hadn't felt in a long time.  I wasn't bothered by his actions.
I knew it wasn't because of me.  Kevin doesn't like old guys.
He must have been dreaming about some hot young friend, but at 
least he was no longer scared.  I lay enjoying the feelings of 
him until he stopped.  I just relaxed and went back to sleep.

  When I woke in the morning, I was spooned against Kevin's
back, with my hard-on pressed against his crack and I was 
gently moving against him.  My hand was at his crotch, 
feeling the hard cock in his pants.  I moved my hand and 
scooted back away from him.  He spoke in a whisper, "It's
ok Ron, I don't mind."  "I'm sorry Kevin, I didn't know what
I was doing.  I was asleep."

  I got up and went into the bathroom, sliding the door 
closed.  It took a minute for me to lose my hard-on, so I 
could take a leak.  I didn't understand myself.  How could
I get excited by a boy, a kid?  He looks older then he is,
but he's still just a kid, with a kid's emotions.  So I 
dreamed about young men taking my place when I was fucking
my wife.  So, what?  That didn't make me gay.  I washed my 
face and hands, then fixed us some breakfast as Kevin used
the bathroom.

  I went to the office to finish checking us in, as Kevin 
cleaned up the dishes.  I got a shower room key and checked
out the showers before going back to the motor home.  Some
parks I have learned, don't keep up their showers very well,
and I prefer to know it before I get there expecting to take
a long shower.  I went back to the motor home and told Kevin
we would use the park showers.  I got us the shampoo, soap 
and a couple of towels.  When we got to the showers, there
was only one free, and two men had followed us in.  I told
Kevin he could shower first, and I would wait until he was
finished.  He called out in a loud voice, "This shower is 
big enough for both of us Dad, come on."  I didn't know what
to do.  I was afraid to make an issue out of it, but what 
would the other men think?  Why had Kevin called me Dad?  
Was it to make the other men think it was alright for us to
shower together?  I decided it was best to just get in the
shower with Kevin.

  Thankfully, I didn't get hard as I undressed in front of
Kevin, but he was at half-mast.  He had a beautiful build.
The muscles were developed in his shoulders and chest, and 
he had a slight six pack.  He wasn't overly muscular, not 
like a weight lifter, but nice.  There was about 5 inches 
of nice cut meat over his plump nuts, with a full bush 
around his cock.  The head of his cock is shaped like those
old WWII German helmets, which I thought was cute.  Mine is 
shaped more like a mushroom.  He wasn't overly big in that 
department, but looked right for his build.  His butt was 
nice and round, like a plump melon.  His legs were well 
muscled and strong looking.  We stepped into the shower, and
got wet.  Kevin shampooed his hair, and handed me the 
shampoo as he started to rinse off.  He bent over to get 
his head under the water, and brushed his butt against my
bare hip.  I don't know what happened to me, but I was hard.
Just like that.  One moment I was soft, and the next I was 
as hard as I had ever been.  

  I had to resort to a trick I hadn't used since I was a 
teenager taking a shower after PE.  I imagined a car door
slamming on my cock and nuts.  It was so real to me that I
gave a little grunt of pain.  It worked though, my cock was
deflating fast.  By the time Kevin turned around, I was 
almost back to normal.  He looked down at me and grinned,
as he asked me to wash his back.  I soaped his back for him
using my hands, and building a rich lather.  I hadn't 
thought to bring any wash cloths.  I soaped his strong 
shoulders, feeling the muscles under a thin layer of fat.
He still had just enough baby fat left to make him soft and
smooth.  I washed down his back until I reached the small 
of his back just above his butt.  Why did I want to keep 
going down?  Why did I want to feel his butt cheeks, to 
massage them and hold them in my hand?  He's a boy, a guy,
I'm not gay, I kept telling myself.  He's just a kid.  I 
told him to rinse off, as I handed him back the soap.

  Kevin didn't ask, but moved behind me and started soaping
my back.  He washed me up and down, over and over.  Suddenly,
I felt his hands on my butt, washing and massaging me.  I 
was rock hard again.  I felt his fingers slip into my crack,
and wash my puckered ass hole.  I was reaching behind myself
to remove his hand, when I encountered his hard cock with my
hand.  I don't know why I did it, I couldn't help myself.  I
wrapped my hand around his hard cock and gave a squeeze.  I 
felt his hand on my own rigid member, and he held it as he 
moved in front of me.  He was on his knees with my hard cock
in his mouth.  I didn't last two seconds, before I was 
exploding in his mouth.  My cum kept shooting out, seeming
to last forever, as Kevin swallowed and swallowed.  I tried
not to make any noise, as I was aware enough to know other 
men were around us.  Kevin sucked on my softening rod until 
there was nothing left.  He raised up, and I grabbed him in
a hug, letting my hands slip down over his butt.  His still
hard cock was pressed against me.  I got the soap and worked
a heavy leather onto his beautiful member, as I started 
jacking him off.  He was soon quietly fucking into my hand,
and I was rewarded with his cum shooting out and hitting my
pubic area.  We quickly rinsed off, and got out of the shower
without speaking.  We dried, and Kevin was watching me as if
to see what my reaction was going to be.  I really didn't 
know how I felt.  I just smiled over to him as we dressed in
clean clothes.  We stopped at the little store in the office
to get Kevin a tooth brush, before heading back to the motor
home.

"Are you ok with what we did Ron?"

"I don't know Kevin.  You know I enjoyed it, but you're a
guy, and just a kid.  I don't know how I could let myself
do that to you.  I know you don't want to have sex with 
any old guys."

"I don't think of you as an old guy.  You're my buddy.  An
old guy is like my Dad.  I've always thought when someone 
older wanted to have sex with me, that he really wanted to
fuck his son but was too afraid too, so he would find some
other kid.  For me to have sex with an old guy, would be 
like having my Dad fuck me.  He fucks me enough in other 
ways, but your not my Dad."

"Kevin, I like you, but I just don't understand myself right
now.  I'm doing things I thought I would never do.  I've 
legally kidnaped you.  I intend to break more federal laws 
by taking you across state lines, and I've broken every law 
on the books by having sex with a minor.  The bad part is,
I'm not sorry about any of it.  Let's just let things lay 
for a while.  I need to check my e-mail."  I try not to go
online but for a few minutes every 2 or 3 days.  I keep up
on my e-mail, so people that need to contact me can.  My son
is the only one to have my cellular number, but I have told
him not to use it except in an emergency.  Using the cellular
hookup and paying long distance and roaming fees makes it 
very expensive just to get my e-mail. I fired up the computer,
and checked AOL local access phone numbers, looking for the 
nearest number.  It was for Oklahoma City, so it would be a 
long distance call.  I entered the Oklahoma City number and 
logged on.  I downloaded my e-mail and signed off.  I checked
through my mail, but there wasn't anything urgent.  There 
were some notes from friends and one from my son, but nothing
really important.  They could be answered sometime later.

  When he saw I had AOL, Kevin asked if he could check his 
e-mail to see if his brother Max and written him anything. I
signed him on as guest, and we downloaded his e-mail.  There 
was one from his brother, and several from people he said was
his online teenage gay friends, his cyber-buddies.  He opened
the one from his brother, and I wasn't bashful about reading 
over his shoulder.

"Hey Bro,
I don't know if you'll get this or not, but Dad's really lost
it.  Don't try to come home or he'll hurt you real bad.  I 
hope your ok.  I don't know were you are, or how you'll get 
along, and there's not much I can do to help you.  Dad has 
called everybody in the family telling them they better let
him know if you show up.  He's telling everyone around here,
you went to stay with a sick cousin in Montana, and we don't
know when you'll be home.  I tried to get Mom to take your 
money out of the bank and send it to you, but Dad had already
told her she better not do it.  Mom gave me $50 to send you,
if you send me an address, and maybe I can come up with some
more before then.  I opened a hotmail account, and if you 
can e-mail me, you had better use it.  We've got the same 
screen names there.  Try to e-mail me, but don't call.  Dad
won't let any of us answer the phone, in case it's you, and 
he had caller ID put in.  I love you Kev.  Try to meet me in
Portland on August 28th, I'll be at the student union.  I 
don't know how long it will take for him to think about 
shutting off your e-mail, so I set you up at hotmail too."
His e-mail ended giving the URL's and password needed to 
retrieve Kevin's e-mail.

  Kevin was crying again.  I hugged his shoulders and kissed
the top of his head, thinking about what kind of man could do
this to his young son.  I told Kevin it was less then three 
months, and he could stay with me.  He stood and hugged me 
hard to him, telling me thanks, as tears of relief ran down 
his cheeks.

  Kevin of course wanted to answer his brother right away, 
but I told him we needed to talk over some things first.  
"Even if you are able to stay with your brother, you will 
still have to eat.  You'll have to be able to get enrolled
in school.  What about clothes?  You will have to be able 
to get a job legally.  What are you going to do when you 
need a guardian's signature on something?  You can't even
get a driver's license."  Kevin's face fell.  He hadn't 
thought about the long term.  "Do you know your Social 
Security number?"  Kevin shook his head no.  "Can Max get
the records your going to need for you?"  He shrugged his
shoulders and replied, "I don't know, but he'll try if I 
ask him too."  "Alright, I have an idea about how we can 
forge guardianship papers for you, if he can get the other
papers you need."  My maiden aunt had passed away a few 
months ago, and as her closest relative, it had been my duty
to see to her affairs.  She had been a Notary Public, and I
don't know why, but I had kept her seal to remember her by.
"Ok, ask Max to try and get your birth certificate, your 
Social Security card, and your school records.  With that,
you'll be alright."

  I helped him setup Netscape for his e-mail, and Kevin
wrote his brother a long letter telling him he was safe.  
He asked him to try to get the papers I had told him he
needed.  Kevin ended his e-mail by telling Max, "Ron says
I can stay with him until August, and that he'll take me to
Portland to meet you.  Don't worry about me. I'll be alright
with Ron.  I could sure use the money if you can send me 
some. I hate to be a burden on Ron, and not be able to pay 
my own way.  Maybe Mom could take a little out of my bank 
account without it being noticed. I love you Max, and thanks
for trying to help.  Let me know how Luke is."  He closed 
his e-mail with the address of my mail forwarding service.
I asked him how much he had in the bank, and was surprised
when he told me, "almost $7,000.  Dad always made us put most 
of the money we earned or was given as presents in the bank." 

  We spent the rest of the morning doing our laundry, dumping
the holding tanks, refilling the fresh water tank, and just 
taking care of the motor home.  We watched a little TV, but 
even with 120 channels there was nothing worth watching.
We had an early lunch because I wanted to leave by check
out time.

  Kevin checked his e-mail to see if his brother had 
answered.  There was a message in his box. Kevin downloaded
it and signed off.  I looked over his shoulder as he read, 

"I'm glad your ok.  This Ron guy sounds kewl.  Tell him 
thanks for me too.  You might as well forget the money in 
the bank.  Dad's got your passbook, and said he would make
sure you never get any of it until you are 18. I know there
are copies of all our birth certificates in Dad's filing 
cabinet, if I can get in it.  I've seen them, and there are
so many I don't think he would ever miss one.  I'll try to 
get it and your SSN.  I don't know where he keeps the cards,
but that's something he would miss.  It's probably in the 
filing cabinet with our birth certificates.  Jim says he 
can pick any lock, and I'm sure he would help me and keep 
his mouth shut.  The school records should be easy.  You 
know Mrs. Moore and Dad don't like each other, or have much
to say to each other.  If I can get them from her, Dad would
never find out.  Luke's ok, but he's having a hard time 
accepting your gay, and hasn't decided how he feels about it.
I told him your still the same brother you always were.
Take care Bro.  I love you."

  I signed back on, and left an e-mail for the lady that 
forwards my mail, for her to expect a package addressed to
Kevin, and to let me know when it arrived.  Kevin put away
everything that was loose, getting ready to roll, as I 
checked the map and decided where to head.  The Ozark 
Mountains of Arkansas weren't far, so I decided that's where
we would go.  We stopped and filled the gas tank, then went
to a supermarket and restocked the groceries.  Kevin sat in
the front seat across from me as I pulled out onto the 
freeway.  We drove a few hours, and as it was getting supper 
time, I found a little RV park.  We pulled in for the night,
and got set up.  That's part of what I like about traveling
in a motor home.  There's no schedule to keep, and it doesn't
matter if I drive 400 miles, or 40 miles.

  I had gotten some sliced roast beef from the deli department
when we had stopped at the supermarket.  I fixed us hot roast
beef sandwiches with mashed potatoes and brown gravy.  I made
a little salad for the side, and we sat down to a supper I 
like.  Apparently so does Kevin, as he dug in with gusto.  We 
cleaned up after supper, and I found a copy of the Power of 
Attorney I had made out to my son.  I turned on the computer 
and typed out a document that looked a lot like it, changing 
it to be a guardianship of Kevin.  I made it out appointing
me his guardian, and I felt it looked good enough to pass 
inspection.  I practiced signing his mother's and father's 
names, and asked him to try.  His signatures looked like a 
kid had signed them, so I signed his father's name, and 
practiced changing my signature until it looked different
enough and signed his mother's name.  I got out my aunt's
seal, and put it on the paper.  I scribbled her name, and
the signatures to me, all looked different enough to pass.
I showed it to Kevin, and he said, "I hope no one that knows
my folks ever see it, they would know it's fake in a sec." 
I told him I hoped no one at all ever saw it except us.

  We watched some TV until bed time.  I got up and started
to pull down my bed, when Kevin spoke up, "Ron, sleep with
me please.  I don't want to be alone.  I'll suck you off, 
if you want me too. Please."

"Kevin, you don't have to do that.  I'll let you stay with
me without our having sex."

"I want too.  I need for you to hold me."

"I'll hold you without sex Kevin, you're my buddy."

"Are you ashamed of what we did this morning?  I thought
you liked it."

"Kevin, I'm ashamed of liking for a boy to do that to me.
I'm ashamed of my taking advantage of you."

"Ron, no one but me and you will ever know about it.  Your
not taking advantage of me, I'm taking advantage of you.
I want to have sex with you."

  Even though I was ashamed of myself, I wanted him.  I 
wanted to once again feel his mouth around my cock.  I 
wanted to feel his hands roaming over my body.  I wanted
to feel his smooth young body.  I wanted for it to happen.
I just nodded to him, and without speaking we folded out 
the couch bed and put sheets on it.  I bashfully undressed
there in front of him.  Kevin wasn't at all bashful.  His 
shirt was soon off, and he sat down removing his shoes and
socks.  He stood up and his pants dropped to the floor.  He
stood in front of me with just his tented out jockeys on, 
watching me watch him.  I slipped off my shoes and socks, 
and stood to remove my pants. We stood a moment just looking
at each other.  My hands mimicked his as he hooked his 
thumbs into the sides of his waistband, and slowly pulled
down his underwear.  The was a clear drop of pre-cum on the 
slit of his perfect helmet.  My gaze was locked on that 
beautiful cock, and I wasn't even aware I was standing in
front of him naked, with my hard-on.  He touched my hand,
and I looked up to see him grinning.  "Like what you see?",
he asked.  All I could do was nod.  He lay on the bed 
pulling me down on my back beside him.

  Kevin's hands were all over my body. I was still mimicking
him.  What he did to me, I was trying to do to him. His hand
was on my stiff nipples, tugging and tweaking them. Suddenly,
he had his mouth over my left nipple, gently biting and 
sucking it.  I couldn't reach his to return the favor, so
I let out a low moan.  He shifted around on the bed as he 
started kissing my chest and stomach. I could reach the 
tender inside of his thighs, and I gently rubbed and stroked
them as I worked my way up.  Nervously I gently touched his
full nuts.  The sac was loose, and his balls were hanging
low.  Kevin pushed against my hand, and I knew what I was 
doing was alright with him.  I cupped his nuts, and hefted
them in my hand.  I held them firmly, as I felt each of his
eggs with my fingers.  Kevin gave a moan of appreciation as
he encouraged me for more.  Kevin was kissing and licking 
on my nuts, and I was having feelings that were new to me.
Foreplay with my wife had never been like this. My cock had
reached that point were it is so full and hard it hurts.
This hadn't happened to me in years.  Kevin got above me,
with his knees near my head, as his mouth slipped over my 
cock.  It was wonderful.  There was a long strand of clear
pre-cum dangling from Kevin's cock slit, which was only a
few inches from my face.  What would it taste like?  Did I
want to suck his cock too?  Would his cock taste like piss?
I reached up and wiped the strand onto my finger, bringing 
it to my nose for a sniff.  I couldn't smell anything.  I 
touched my tongue to the tip of my finger.  It tasted kind 
of sweet, but it didn't really have much taste to me.  I 
stretched up and put my tongue out, licking his helmet.  
Kevin groaned.  It didn't taste bad.  I took another lick.
Not bad at all, in fact I liked it.  I put my hands on his 
ass, and gently pulled down.  Kevin's cock slipped into my
mouth.  His mouth came off my cock long enough to tell me,
"be careful and don't scrape me with you teeth."  His mouth 
inhaled my cock once again.  I was again mimicking his every
move. He was working my cock head with his tongue, while 
gently sucking.  I did the same to him.  His tongue moved 
down and played with the ridge. I was only a few heart beats
behind him.  Kevin came off my cock once more saying, "I'm
going to take you down my throat.  You have to take a deep
breath and swallow as it goes down, to get past your gag
reflex."  I just nodded my understanding while keeping his
cock in my mouth.  More and more of my cock was disappearing
into his mouth.  I felt myself starting down his throat and 
I just can't describe the feelings.  I had Kevin's cock at 
the back of my throat.  I took a deep breath and started
swallowing, as I worked deeper down his shaft.  My chin was
in his pubic hair, and I couldn't go any farther.  I was 
proud of myself, and I hadn't even gagged.  I was running 
out of air, and felt Kevin coming off my cock.  I slipped
his cock out until I could breath through my nose, took a
deep breath and started back down on him.  Kevin was doing
what I was wanting to do.  He started bucking into my mouth,
fucking my throat with short gentle strokes.  I matched my 
sucking to him, and started my own fucking into him.  I 
didn't realize I was the one moaning, until I tensed, and 
my cum started shooting.  My body went into a spasm.  I was
still shooting.  What was this boy doing to me?  I had never 
shot more then four of fives spurts before, but he was 
draining me.  All of a sudden, my mouth was full of a bitter
sweet, salty taste.  I swallowed, and it was full again.
I swallowed once more, and then again.  So that's what cum
tastes like.  It's not the best taste in the world, but for 
this, I can get used to it.

  Kevin pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth, and turned
around laying beside me.  He wiped my chin with his finger, 
pulling it away loaded with cum.  I stretched my mouth to it,
and licked his finger clean.  "Can I kiss you Ron?"  I just
moved my mouth to meet his.  His tongue was pressing against
my lips, trying to gain entry.  I opened my mouth, and his
tongue slipped in.  It had the same taste I had in my mouth,
except heaver, or should I say stronger.  I knew now what I
tasted like.  I forced my tongue into his mouth, feeling my
breath taken away as I entered him.  We traded spit and cum
for what seemed like a long time, before breaking our kiss.
We were now satisfied as Kevin snuggled into my arms.  We 
turned out the light, and I lay there holding the nude boy
that I had just had sex with.   I had to face it.  I'm gay.
I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest.  A 
weight that I had been carrying for years.  I hugged Kevin
to me as I drifted off to sleep.

  It was morning when I woke with Kevin pulling me to him.
He was wiggling his butt onto my hard rod.  His hand was on
my butt pulling me towards him.  "Come on Ron, push it in.
Your going to have to help me get it in.  Use your hand to
line it up with my hole."  My rock hard cock was wet, and
I started pushing against Kevin's hot wet butt.  He was 
pushing back against my cock. I slipped into him, and thought
I would faint.  He was so hot around my cock, and his insides
were soft, firm and silky.  It was so much better then my
wife's pussy.  He was hotter, firmer, and I didn't know if
I could stand the feelings.  He was moving, fucking my cock 
in and out, urging me on. I finally started fucking into him,
coming almost out before pushing all the way back in.  I 
reached over him grabbing hold of his cock, and was jacking
him off in time with our fucking. He was moaning and wiggling,
as I fucked my rod into him.  I was groaning, building to what
I knew was going to be the best climax of my life.  I knew I
was close as I started pounding into his hot ass faster and
faster.  I had to shove hard into Kevin as my world exploded.
My brain was full of spinning colors, it was wilder then if
I was on an acid trip.  I've never taken acid, but have 
friends that had.  This had to be something like what they 
described. It felt like I was floating above my body, looking
down at it as it was convulsing and thrashing around, yet 
feeling every jerk as my cum shot from my cock into Kevin's
hot tight young ass.

  I lay panting as I recovered enough to realize Kevin was
also recovering.  He turned his head back to me and told me,
"Wow!  That was some ride.  Thanks, Ron."  "No Kevin, Thank
you.  I've never had it that good."  Kevin's soft cock was
still in my hand, and my hand was covered with his cum.  I
reached my tee shirt I had worn the day before, wiped his 
cock off, the cum off my hand, and then the cum off the bed.
I was still inside Kevin, even though my cock had gone soft.
I didn't want to take it out. I wanted to stay in him forever.
I pulled Kevin tight and kissed his neck, just holding him.
We stayed that way a long time, just holding each other, 
having someone else in our lives.  Kevin finally said, "I've
got to get up, Ron, or I'm going to piss the bed." I released
my hold on him, and my dick slipped out of him as he moved to
get up.  I was relaxed and felt better then I had in years.
`Why did I wait so long for this', I asked myself, `I could
have been doing this years ago. I just didn't know what I was 
missing.'

  We got cleaned up and had breakfast, before pulling out of
the park and heading on into the Ozarks.  We were on a back 
road looking for somewhere to park, when we found a beautiful
spot on a small stream.  There was a flat open area that would
be ideal for parking the motor home, yet it was surrounded by
tall trees.  An ideal spot full of the beauty of nature, with
fish in the slow moving stream.  There was a house about half 
a mile from the place I wanted to park, so we stopped to see 
who owned the land, and see if they would mind our parking 
there a few days.  We found the owner, and he gave his
permission, saying he appreciated our asking, as most people
didn't even ask.  I had offered to pay him a camping fee,
but he turned it down, asking only that we leave the area
clean.  I've found that more often then not, when you go to
the trouble of finding the owner and asking permission, 
they usually give it.  People usually enjoy sharing their 
land if they think you'll respect it as much as they do.
We stopped at a small store and got Arkansas fishing licenses,
and I used the guardianship papers to get Kevin's.  They had
some inexpensive fishing poles, so I bought one for Kevin.

  We got settled in, and enjoyed the beauty of the area.
For the next week, my days were filled with having sex with
a really hot boy, fishing and just setting around drinking
in the nature.  Max had e-mailed Kevin that he had gotten 
the records he needed, and sent them to my mail forwarding 
service.  I e-mailed my service, and gave her the name of
the little town to send them to.  She sent them general 
delivery, so we hung around until they arrived.  We could
have gotten them overnight by using express mail, but we 
didn't have anywhere we had to be.

  Kevin asked if we could go by Little Rock, as he had a 
cyber buddy there that he would like to meet.  I asked him
how well he knew this person, and warned about trolls on 
the internet.  He seemed sure the guy was safe, as they 
had exchanged photos, and been talking for about a year.
I thought it should be safe enough, and it didn't sound 
like a cop.  I told him if he wanted to contact his friend,
we would meet him inside a mall.

Continued

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