Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 10:39:08 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: KOA Boy - Chapter 6 - By Tom Cup - A/Y Camping Copyright 2000-2003 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? 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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ************************************************************************ KOA Boy By Tom Cup Chapter 6 Promises, Promises I lay awake, gently passing my hand over the length of the nude boy next to me. He moaned and shied in his sleep. Foremost on my mind was how I was going to keep my promise to find a way to keep him. I couldn't simply walk into a courthouse and say his parents didn't want him so he was up for grabs and I walk out with him. I knew enough to know that that would cause a fireball of investigation that neither Morgan nor I wanted. Then there was the matter of CJ, Tracey and Franky. How I had gone from fantasizing about boys to having one as a lover and three more as potential playmates, I could not figure out. If it hadn't been for Morgan, I would have gotten up, shaken myself back to some sense of normalcy, and left town immediately -- forfeiting my deposit for the extended stay. Even as I came to that conclusion I knew that if I woke Morgan and told him that I had changed my mind that he wouldn't have argued. But I couldn't bring myself to disappoint him. He wanted to stay, to be free to express the pent up sexuality that he had acquired during his life at home. I couldn't bring myself to deny him that pleasure. A knock came to the door. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand that separated Morgan and I from the other unused queen size bed. 3:14 in the morning. Panic raced in my heart. I rose quickly, retrieved my underwear and robe, and ruffled the other bed. Another knock came to the door. I scanned the room looking of any incrimination. Morgan was nude but there was no time to rouse him and get him to dress. "Who is it?" I asked through the closed door. "Sorry to wake you sir," came a distinguished voice from the opposite side of the door, "I'm the night clerk. I have a boy here that says he's your nephew." I inhaled deeply and opened the door. Morgan woke slightly and asked, "Who is it Dad?" just as I opened the door. I was thankful that even in his drowsy condition he hadn't broke with our cover story. "It's nothing," I said, "go back to sleep. At the door stood a weepy looking fellow, about six-foot, in a red uniform with black trim. He looked as if he were auditioning for the part of Icabob Crane. I choked a laugh in the face of his attempt to look authoritative. "This young man was wondering the halls," he said, pulling CJ from behind him with a magicians flare, "he says he's your nephew. Now, I know your family stays here quite a bit but we are under new management and there are rules, frankly, I..." I held up a hand and motioned back toward the room where Morgan had laid back down, apparently sleeping. "Oh," the man whispered, "Sorry, as I was saying... "I understand but it is hardly a time for a lecture," I scowled, and then looked at the CJ who had his eyes downcast, "What are you doing roaming the halls?" "Sss... Sorry Uncle Jason," he whispered, "but you know mom and dad said they'd check on us when they got back but they didn't. I was just looking for them." "Quite right," the night clerk added, "They've not returned. I was about to call the police, can't have children in the hotel alone, then he said that you were here." "Yes," I said, "the boys aren't here alone. I'll deal with my brother and sister-in-law when they arrive and make sure the boys behave themselves until that time. CJ, get over here" CJ move quickly to my side. I placed my arm on his shoulder in a show of solidarity. Icabob frowned and was about to make another comment when I said, "I'll give him a stern talking to when we get back to his room but right now I have to check on the other boys, if you will excuse us." I closed the door to the room and brushed passed the opened mouth scarecrow, leading CJ towards his room. I glanced back over my shoulder when we were half way down the hall to see the night clerk still standing at the door to Morgan's and my room. "Who's manning the desk?" I asked. The man jumped with a start, turned and hurried toward the exit at the opposite end of the hall. CJ was grinning wickedly until his eyes met my scowling face. I grabbed him by his bicep and tugged him gently, but determinately, toward the hall that led to his room. ************ "What the hell are you doing roaming the halls after three in the fricking morning? I asked once we were in CJ's room. CJ backed away from me, tripped on his bed and scooted back against the wall. His eyes were large and he was trembling. "Well?" I demanded. "I... I ... I don't know. I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry." "CJ if you want Morgan and I to stay you had better give me a better answer than that!" "Please Jason, please don't be mad at me," he cried, "I was lonely. I was lonely. I just want somebody to love me, to love me!" I was aghast by his outpouring of sincerity and tears. His knees were wrapped tightly against his chest, his head bent to his knees hiding his face. His voice was whimpering sobs. I choked back my own tears wondering why CJ felt so unloved. I crawled onto the bed next to CJ and gathered him into my arms. He clung to me and wept openly. I stroked his arms and back, shushing, and calming him. "OK," I said after he had somewhat composed himself and the sobs had subsided, "What's going on?" "I know they wouldn't come back tonight. They never do. I always have to take care of Tracey and Franky. Always, even at home. I hate it. I hate them." "Franky and Tracey?" I asked. "No, mom and dad. They're not my real parents. I'm adopted. They thought they couldn't have kids, so they adopted me when I was born. When I was little it was great. They told me how special I was and all that shit but then mom got pregnant and things started to change. And when dad kept getting promoted things got even worse. At first I thought it was great the things that they bought us, but now I hate it. I hate it all. I just want them to love us, to spend time with us. I don't care about the other shit. But that's all they care about anymore: the house, the cars, the trips, that's what they love; they don't love us." I sighed looking for the words to tell CJ, to ease his hurting. I wanted to say that his parents really did love him but how the hell could I know that? I wouldn't have left them as Anna and Chad had. And, besides, CJ's wounds were real and where not to be placated. "Morgan and I care deeply for you boys, you know that. I don't know what your life is like CJ but I can tell you are a very loving person. All I can say is that Morgan and I are staying the week because we want to be with you boys. I know it's not much but maybe we can create some memories to get you through the dark times at home." His smile was enough to convince me that I had said the right thing. "So I don't have to go out looking for someone to hang with?" "Is that what you were doing? No, you don't. And CJ, promise that you won't do that sort of thing anymore. You have two brothers that really love you. You guys have each other and besides, it's dangerous picking up strange guys in the middle of the night." "I know," CJ said sighing, "That's why I thought you were going to hit me." "Hit you? Why would I hit you?" "Oh, this one guy, he spanked me and stuff. He liked it but when I told him I didn't he slapped me around and yelled at me." "CJ, I would never hurt you." "I know." "No you don't. I was upset with you because I don't want you to get hurt, that's all. Can you understand the difference? I care what happens to you." "You care about me?" "Yes, son, I do." "You called me son." "Yeah, it's a bad habit I have." "I like it." "Well," I said, "between you, me, and Morgan, it's fine; but not in front of Franky and Tracey or your parents. OK?" "OK," CJ beamed. "Now," I said mockingly, "Get that bubble butt in bed before I do spank it." CJ giggled and shook his ass at me before climbing into bed. I kissed him gently on the lips. "I'll see you in the morning," I whispered. "It's morning now," he said. "You really do want that spanking don't you?" "I want you to stay with me. I don't want to be alone any more." "I'll fix it so we all can be together tomorrow night. I promise." "Cool." "Get some rest." He rolled over to face the wall. I headed for my room. ************ It was 4:15 before I tried to slip back into Morgan's and my room. Morgan was sitting up starting at the door. I could tell he had been crying. "Where did you go?" he asked, "I thought you left me." "I thought we've been through this. I'm not going to leave you." How I was going to survive the raging hormones and mood swings of my new adolescent lover, I didn't know. He began to sob. I had calmed one boy only to cause another to burst into tears. Morgan threw his naked body at me. I held him rocking him and explained where I went and why. "I'm sorry," he said, brushing the tears from his eyes, "I just don't want to be alone any more." "I've heard that once already tonight. Listen, when the desk clerk knocked on the door do you know what I was doing?" Morgan shook his head. "I couldn't sleep, Morgan. I was awake trying to figure out how I was going to keep you. That's what I was doing. Not trying to figure out how I was going to leave you, but how I was going to keep you. So stop worrying about that, will you?" "I can't help it. I'm scared I'm going to lose you. I know CJ wants you and..." I inhaled deeply. "I want you Morgan. If it would make you feel better that I not fool around with CJ or anybody else, I won't. OK?" "Really?" "Yes, really. You're more than I can handle." Morgan laughed. One moment the boy was in tears, the next pouting and in an instant his cock had sprung to life. Ah, the glory of youth. "Does that mean I can't fool around too?" "Oh," I said, "I see. You want to me to yourself but you want to be free to screw around whenever you want to." "I get hornier than you do... a lot more than you do." "You think so do you?" "Yes," he said grinning wickedly, "I'm horny right now." "And you think I'm not?" "I can't tell with that robe on," he said sliding fully on to the bed, spreading his legs and slowly stroking his cock. I stripped and climbed on top of him. I kissed and licked at his drying tears. He giggled and wiggled beneath me. "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life," I said. "Promises, promises," Morgan smiled. ************************************************************************ Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. 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