Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 01:26:35 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Motor Home Adventures 24 End Motor Home Adventures 24 End Codes: M/M/T (oral, anal) By: Joe Camp 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 24 "When you accepted me for who and what I am, even when you thought you were straight. When you weren't afraid to care about me and you tried to comfort me. It was then I realized it wasn't me that was humiliating my father, it was him trying to humiliate me. I decided I wouldn't let him." We didn't take anymore trips that summer. Stephen had to make a living, and Kevin wanted to get a job to save for college. Kevin took a job as a busboy at one of the better restaurants in town. It was one of those places where if you have to ask "how much," you can't afford it. He did the job like he does everything else. 150%. He quickly learned and it wasn't long before the waiters were asking for Kevin to be assigned to their stations. Kevin was so highly sought after by the waiters, that it wasn't long before they were offering to split their tips with him. I got a job setting up appointments for home siding salesmen. I didn't make much money at it. I guess I'm just not pushy enough, but it did help fill the days. Summer turned to fall, and Kevin started his senior year of high school. I wanted Kevin to quit his job, but he felt he could handle both school and a job, and keep an A average. His boss at the restaurant had started training him to be a waiter, and Kevin didn't want to give it up. I was surprised when he told me the better waiters often made as much as $200 a night in tips. Our sex lives settled into a routine. Maybe I was just starting to mature. I was no longer interested in the adult theater, or John's little get togethers. John and I would get together once in a while, and we enjoyed each other, but for me the best sex was just me and Kevin alone. Once school started, Kevin was so busy it almost took an appointment to get to see him. Between school, work, studying, his wanting to spend time with Stephen, and his desire to spend time with me, the poor guy was going every which direction. He no longer was keeping up with his cyber-buddies. It got so he was staying out later and later at night, and was missing too much sleep. I knew it was so he could spend some time with Stephen after work. I finally talked to Kevin and Stephen expressing my concerns over his missed sleep. I suggested that on the nights Kevin worked, that they didn't see each other, but that he come straight home after work. On Friday and Saturday nights, Kevin would spend the night at Stephen's apartment, coming home Sunday in time to get any homework done for school and a good night's sleep. They didn't say anything, but from Kevin's squeal and finding myself wrapped up in their hugs, I figured out that they liked the idea. I knew I was going to miss Kevin the nights he was away, but I don't think I really realized how torn he was between Stephen and me until we made love that night. We made down our bed, and Kevin was really hyper. He couldn't wait for sex. He lay in my arms kissing me and running his hands up and down my chest. He fondled my nuts a while before letting his fingers slip lower. I knew what he wanted. I eased my leg open a little wider, and his finger was soon between my butt cheeks. Kevin reached for the KY, and I raised my legs so he would have an easy time applying it. He quickly had me slicked up, and I took the jelly and coated his cock. As I touched his hard throbbing dick, Kevin gave a slight shiver and moaned. We got lined up, with Kevin between my legs. He pulled my legs onto his shoulders, and pressed his cock against my opening. He moaned as he started in. Gently he went deeper and deeper. Past my prostate, and I groaned. He bottomed out with a sigh. Slowly Kevin worked his cock back and forth. Slowly with what seemed to be hardly any movement he withdrew as he lovingly stared into my eyes. We worked for about 20 minutes with Kevin jacking me off in time with his slow fucking. Suddenly, he sped up. Moaning and grunting as he worked towards his climax. Kevin gripped my thighs tightly to him as he moaned and shoved hard into me. "Oh Ron! Oh God, I love you!", he moaned as he shot his cum into me. My cock was jerking in Kevin's hand as I emptied my nuts onto my stomach. I cleaned us up, and Kevin snuggled into my arms. He was in that almost asleep state when I heard him mutter, "Goodnight Ron my love, Goodnight my sweet Stephen, my love." The arraignment worked pretty well. Kevin was getting more rest, and the first report card he brought home was full of A's. It was just after the New Year that I noticed something was bothering Kevin that he didn't want to talk about. It took me a few days to find out that Stephen wanted Kevin to move in with him, but Kevin didn't want to leave me. After careful questioning, Kevin admitted he wanted to live with us both. I explained to Kevin that I didn't think that would work. Stephen and I are too different. We both love Kevin, but we don't love each other. It would just be too hard on Stephen and me for the three of us to live together. Kevin ended the school year with a straight A average. He received a full scholarship to the University of Nevada at Reno. Sometime between the first of the year and his graduation, I decided what I had to do. I would have to let go of Kevin. Oh, I didn't want to. I wanted to be selfish and cling onto him. I couldn't help but remember the loneliness of living without him. I couldn't help but remember the sleepless nights when he was in Portland and I was in Florida. But it was the right thing to do. Kevin deserved a chance to build a life with Stephen, not with an old man like me. No matter how long I live, Kevin will still be a young man when I die. Stephen had already announced he would be moving to Reno at the start of the school year. Yes, they deserve to be together without me being between them. Oh, it hurt. It hurt as bad as when my wife died. But, I knew it was what I had to do. I didn't say anything to Kevin about it yet. I couldn't give him up yet! I had to have time to get used to the idea. I had to have time to prepare myself for my loss. I decided to tell him after his 18th birthday. Once I had made my decision, every time we made love was something special. My heart was full of tenderness for my love. Often at those times I would want to change my mind. I wanted to be selfish and keep Kevin with me always. I knew it would be easy. I just wouldn't say anything and everything would stay the way it was. I was sure Kevin wouldn't leave me. Yes, I knew Kevin would stay with me, but that wouldn't be the best for him. I love him so much that what is best for Kevin has to be the most important thing. Every time I would start feeling sorry for myself I would have to remind myself why it was the best decision for Kevin. Then I could look at him and smile without wanting to cry. I was so proud as I watched Kevin walk up onto the stage to receive his high school diploma. Stephen was sitting beside me, and I noticed he too was beaming with pride. The guys took me back to the motor home before going to a party they had been invited to. I gave Kevin his graduation present before they left. I had gotten him a new laptop computer with all the bells and whistles on it. I thought he was going to crush me with his hug. Kevin was in bed with me when I woke the next morning. I was snuggled against his back, and he was spooned into my crotch. I couldn't help but get hard. I don't know if my hard-on woke him up, or if he had been laying there awake, but he just handed me the lube. It didn't take long for me to slick us up, and I easily slipped into Kevin's love channel. As we lay spooned together fucking, I couldn't help but ask myself how I could live without him. My hand was wrapped around his hard tool that I love so much. I massaged his nuts with my little finger on the downward strokes as I jacked him off in time with my fucking. He was squirming his butt and I couldn't last. I exploded into Kevin and it felt as if my whole insides were flowing into him. I don't know, maybe as I prepared my mind to give up Kevin there was a subtle change in my attitude towards him. We were planning on being in Duncan, Oklahoma on his 18th birthday, so he could have the day with his brothers. I was sitting at the computer one day making the final arraignments with his brother Max. I had just hit the send button on the e-mail I was sending him when Kevin placed both hands on my shoulders. Kevin gave me a little squeeze before asking, "Ron, is anything wrong between us?" I couldn't look at him as I answered, "No, of course not baby. What makes you ask a question like that?" "I don't know! I can see the love in your eyes, but I feel a coldness as if you don't want me anymore." There were tears in my eyes as I spun in my seat. I wrapped my arms around Kevin's waist pulling him tight against me as I lay my head on his stomach. I couldn't talk as he stood there crying with me and petting the back of my head. I know I didn't do a good job of explaining as I tried to tell him I would love him forever, but it was time for him to go make a life with Stephen. I tried to explain how I felt, but I just couldn't find the words. Kevin was telling me "No! No! No!" as I told him I was too old for him to make a life with me, when he had Stephen that he loved more than life itself. I tried to explain, but just didn't know how. The tears were streaming from our eyes as Kevin was trying to undress me. He was massaging my package as he tried to get me up. My body couldn't help but respond to him. The tears had stopped by the time we finished making love. I think he was starting to understand, if not accept my decision. He agreed that when school started again he would live with Stephen. Of course Stephen was excited when he heard, and I think his enthusiasm and Kevin's desires, helped Kevin accept it. As Stephen and Kevin would soon be quitting their jobs anyway, we decided they would take the summer off and we would just go traveling. Stephen let his apartment go, and placed all his things in his parent's garage for storage. We spent the first few weeks touring Utah and Wyoming with Will and Chris, before heading to Oklahoma for Kevin's birthday. We spent the night before his birthday in Wichita Falls, Texas, before leaving early the next morning for Duncan. We were pulling into the Duncan RV park right at 9:00, and Kevin's brothers Max and Luke were there waiting for us. From the way they greeted us, you would have thought it had been years since we had all seen each other instead of the year it had been. We got the RV set up and all the utilities connected before sitting down inside. It was already getting hot, and I think everyone appreciated the air conditioner. We just sat visiting a while, and I couldn't help but notice Luke was much more comfortable around us. It wasn't until later when I mentioned it to Kevin, that he told me Luke is bi. There was one thing Kevin wanted to do while we were there. He wanted to march into the bank and withdraw his money from his account. We all piled into Max's car for the drive to the bank. I think the teller was a little startled when all five of us crowded around her window. Kevin asked to close his account, and after the bank manager had checked his ID, they handed him a cashier's check. A peace descended over Kevin as he held the check in his hand just staring at it. I don't think it was about the money. Oh yes, that was important to him too, but I think it was more about his dignity. Kevin had threatened to tell everyone in town what his father had done to him, but Stephen and I had talked him out of it. We reminded him he would be hurting his brothers too. Kevin was at peace as we drove back to Duncan and the motor home. We spent two weeks in Duncan as Kevin visited with his brothers and caught up with old friends. He was ready to go when we pulled out of town. He had had a good time, but that was a different life. He was ready to move forward. We spent the weekend with my son's family before heading on home to Nevada. By the time we got home, Stephen and I had been on top of each other for almost two months. We hadn't had any problems. I was almost tempted to try the three of us living together, but that wouldn't have been fair to them. I made up my mind to stick to our plan. Kevin and Stephen wanted to get to Reno in time to get settled before classes started. They didn't have jobs lined up yet, or any place to live. We got a little U-Haul trailer and hooked it behind the motor home to move Stephen's furniture. We made a caravan as we pulled out of town. Stephen had his car, and Kevin his pick-up, as I drove the motor home. We found a place to park in Reno, and it wasn't until the next day that we started taking care of business. The first thing the guys wanted to take care of were jobs. They each had excellent letters of recommendations from their former employers, so they didn't expect any problems getting work. They each took off and started putting in applications at the places where they would like to work. They got lucky and both got a job at one of the better hotels. We spent a couple of days apartment hunting and the guys found a cute little one bedroom apartment that they could afford. Between Kevin's scholarship, his job, the money he had in the bank, Stephen's job and his savings, they would be alright. I helped them get their apartment set up, and hung around town until classes started. Stephen had taken me aside when Kevin wasn't around, and assured me I would always be welcome in their home. The last night I was in Reno, Kevin stayed at the motor home with me. That night as we went to bed, I couldn't help but think it would probably be the last time we ever made love to each other. I think Kevin was thinking the same thing. My eyes watered as I lay beside Kevin caressing his wonderful naked body. His kisses were to my neck. Down my shoulders. To my nipple. His sweet mouth sucked in my nipple and gave it loving attention. He didn't ignore the other one. It got the same treatment as it's brother. Kisses were planted on my belly. Down the inside of my thighs. I was afraid I would cum as Kevin's hot tongue lapped at my nuts. He licked the pre-cum leaking from my rod and it was almost enough to set me off. Kevin reached for the lube and greased my hole. The need and love I saw in his eyes as he entered me just can't be described. He pushed past my prostate and I was shooting. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. Shot after shot left my nuts as Kevin moaned and fired his load deep into me. Kevin collapsed on top of me and moaned, "Please don't go." Stephen was at the motor home by 8:00 the next morning. He fixed breakfast, and the conversation was subdued as we ate and cleaned up. Stephen disconnected the utilities as Kevin and I got everything stowed inside, ready to roll. Kevin and I hugged each other goodbye a good five minutes, not wanting to let the other go. I finally kissed his cheek and told Stephen to take him home. I could tell Kevin was crying on Stephen's shoulder as they drove off. I had to just sit until I could stop the tears that were running from my own eyes. I was on Interstate 80 as I pulled out of Reno. Every exit I passed seemed to be put there strictly to tempt me to turn around and run back to Kevin. Over and over, I had to tell myself I was doing the right thing. Over and over, I had to tell myself why. At Soda Springs, California, it seemed I had to fight the motor home to keep it from turning around. At Sacramento I couldn't fight the depression any longer. I got a space at an RV park and gave in to it. For three days, I didn't even open the curtains on the windows. I didn't turn on the TV. I never turned on the radio, as the songs would only remind me of Kevin. I couldn't read. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I just sat drinking coffee and remembering my life with Kevin. I recalled the night we met. I remember how I felt as he told me his story. I remembered how I wanted to help him because he was a boy in trouble. I didn't have any thought of having sex with him. That just happened. I went over that first summer we spent together in my mind. My mind recalled in slow motion our meeting Jack and Kevin taking his cherry. I saw once again the expression on Kevin's face as the waiters sang "Happy Birthday" to him. I remembered the time we had spent beside a little stream in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. I once again saw the tears in Max's eyes as he ran to hug his brother when we arrived in Portland. I remembered how Kevin ran to me when we met at the airport for Thanksgiving. I wouldn't let myself think about the lonely nights in Florida, but recalled the lust in Kevin as we met for Christmas. One by one I recalled all the people I had met because of Kevin. Who could forget Cory in Dallas? I had to chuckle when I thought of him. Then there was Stephen. Oh, I wanted to blame myself for picking the restaurant he worked at for that lunch. I was selfish for a while wishing I had never stopped there. But then, Kevin wouldn't have Stephen. Once again I had to tell myself why Kevin was better off with Stephen than with me. I love him too much to see him torn between us. No, it is better that I move on. They need some space in which to grow. It was the middle of the fourth day when I realized Kevin and I had packed a lifetime into the years we were together. Neither of us were the same people we were when we met on that Oklahoma highway. Kevin had made me look at myself and discover the person I really am. He pulled me out of the shell I had built around myself, making me live life instead of just existing. I decided I wasn't going back to that old me. It was time to move on. It was time to start building a life of my own. I got up and realized I was starving. I got out the ingredients for Stephen's hot cakes, and started mixing. I turned on the TV, and let it blare as I ate. For the first time in days, I opened the curtains and stared out at the world. The motor home was a mess, and I spent some time cleaning it up. Just having clean surrounding made me feel more cheerful. I booted the computer and checked my e-mail for the first time since leaving Reno. My box was full, and there were 8 messages from Kevin. I wasn't sure if I was ready to read his yet. I decided to leave them for last. I answered the one from John, and told him where I was. The mail from my grandson was a little hard to answer. I had to explain to him that Kevin was living with Stephen now. While I was at it, I wrote a note to my son explaining the situation to him. I assumed he would be relieved. I answered all the mail from old friends before opening any of Kevin's. Kevin seemed to be writing twice a day, in the morning and then again at night. They were just about what had happened to him that day, or what he and Stephen were planning. Each note ended with his saying, "I miss you. When are you coming for a visit?" Writing Kevin was hard. I ended up just telling him I was in Sacramento, and that I didn't know when I would get back to Reno. I was sitting in Del Paso Park. I had wandered to the northeast end of the park, and was watching all the cruising going on. Some of the guys looked way too young to be out there. I couldn't help but notice the younger kids seemed to be going off with the older guys. It took me a while to realize they were working boys. I stayed until very late at night, and noticed several of the boys disappear into the bushes and not come back out. I decided they were homeless, and that was where they were spending the night. For the next few days, I couldn't get those boys out of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I Wondered who they were, why they were there? What could I do for them? Ok, I admit I was getting horny, but I hope that didn't have anything to do with what I decided. I decided the only thing I could do with my life was to help one boy at a time. I thought long and hard before going back to the park. What kind of boy could I live with? What could I put up with? Could I deal with the problems of drugs? I knew that any boy living on the streets would have to have some mental problems. Could I deal with them? What kind of relationship could I build with one of those boys? I wouldn't be treated as a Sugar Daddy! Yeah, I thought a long time. The only conclusion I really reached was that I had to try. Change just one life, and my life would have meaning. Help just one boy to grow up. Love him and protect him as long as he needed it, and let him go. Then find another boy that needs help. I got to the park about 9:00 the next morning. I hadn't been there long before a boy that looked about 14 came over. He ran down his price list before I asked him his name. "Paul" he told me. Paul. Yes, I thought to myself, maybe it can be Paul. The End Of MHA I Watch for MHA II An Open Letter To The Readers Of This Site I want to take this opportunity to thank all the readers that have written me in the past about The Motor Home Adventures series, and about the other stories I have written. The writers that post to these free sites receives no pay for their work except for a thank you from the reader. I am planning a break from writing for a while. This has nothing to do with the responses or lack of, that I have received from readers. I just need a break. However, there are many very good, but unfinished stories on this site, where the writer got discouraged and quit. It is disappointing to spend 20 to 30 hours working on a segment or story and get 2 or 3 thank you e-mails. The only way a writer has of knowing if his story is liked is if the readers tell him. If you read a story and like it, tell the writer. 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To the ladies that enjoy reading these types of gay stories; NO, you are not alone. Thanks for reading, Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com 1999