Date: Sat, 07 May 2011 22:19:52 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 14 While at the Stop and Go, I decided to call my parents and let them know I was all right. They seemed dissappointed when I told them if all went well, I may end up traveling the southern states during the winter. I convinced them that a summer was not enough time to see all that this country had to offer. I watched an RV pull into the parking lot as I said goodbye to my parents. I noticed that the RV had a Maryland license plate. I started walking to the store just as the occupants of the RV disembarked. An older man, about 45 and a teenage boy, about 17 strolled parallel to my position. The shock on my face was evident as I recognized one of them. "Mr. Holmberg" I hollered. Both guys turned towards me. The older man start to smile and reached out his hand. "Jon Parker" the man replied. " What the heck are you doing in Iowa?" Mr. Holmberg, who happened to be my Biology teacher in high school, shook my hand and introduced his son Dylan. I told the pair of my cross country journey to see the world, then asked what they were doing so far from home. Mr.Holmberg informed me that for the last 5 years, during his summer break from teaching, he and his son have gone up to a cabin in Minnesota for 2 whole months. After his divorce, his wife got custody of Dylan. His wife appreciated these trips because she got a few months of time to herself and "the boys" got to bond. Calvin's grandparents bought the cabin on Rice lake during the 40's. Cal and his siblings inherited the cabin from his parents and now share the taxes and upkeep. The father rents an RV for the drive up, which not only stores all their gear but can be used as extra beds in case relatives stop by, and they always do. While Cal was talking, his son Dylan stared at me intently. The son seemed like he was undressing me in his mind. On the other hand, I couldn't help but notice how unrestrained and attractive the boy was. With hazel eyes and spiked dirty blonde hair, I could tell Dylan was very muscular even though he wore loose fitting clothes. A smirk adorned his face, making me want to kiss his seductively red lips, which rested underneath a perky little nose. Calvin had finished speaking and I quickly responded with laughter. We continued our conversation, talking about high school , my parents and fishing for northern pike. What I didn't reminsce about was the fact that I was totally into Mr. Holmberg when he was teaching me about the study of life. Cal was still extremely fit and personable. Like his son, Cal had hazel eyes and short dirty blonde hair. Stunningly red lips and a uniquely scanty sniffer reminded me of the hours I spent in class drooling over Mr. Holmberg as I imagined what exactly was underneath his clothing. "Why don't you join us for a couple of days" Cal asked and I jolted back to reality. Both father and son looked into my deep emerald green eyes, anxious for me to say yes. "I always wanted to visit Minnesota" I responded. While Cal gassed up the RV, Dylan and I bought snacks and soda for the trip. For 6 hours Cal drove north on 35W as Dylan and I played cards and watched the scenery. We arrived at the cabin around dinner time. We decided to build a fire and roast some hot dogs. Dylan seemed a little fidgety as we ate dinner and afterwards he asked his father if you could go see Charlie. "Who's Charlie?" I asked. "Charlie's family owns the cabin next door. Dylan and Charlie are the same age and are basically inseperable when we are up here." Cal responded. Dylan took off into the woods, giving Cal and I a chance to relax and talk. The cabin was more like a house on the lake as Cal showed me around. The house included two bedrooms, dining room, living room, large kitchen, bathroom and a deck overlooking Rice lake. Mr. Holmberg and I sat on lounge chairs, perched on the deck, watching the setting of the sun and drinking a couple of cold beers. Soon we were engaged in small talk and three beers apiece were consumed when Cal began his tale. "The turning point in my life was when my wife discovered my stash" Cal began. "Dope" I interupted. "No, she found my dirty magazines" Cal explained. "That doesn't sound so bad" I stated. Mr. Holmberg leaned towards me, and placed his hand on my leg. "Normally it wouldn't be, but the periodicals were gay porn" Cal wispered. "She basically blew a piston, called me names, started crying and insisted I come clean. I told her that I pretty much knew my whole life and I assumed my urges would change once I got married. Then I met another teacher who flirted with me, we went out for drinks and ended up at a motel. He was my first and the experience was life altering. Being a teacher, my actions could not be public. Every connection I made was discreetly planned and executed. For 15 years Iived a double life, but now I am comfortable with who I am." Cal paused a moment then continued. "I want to be honest with you , Jon. I am a very selfish person, and the only reason I asked you here was because I find you extremely attractive and when I heard the excitement in your voice when we met I was hoping, umph, that we had something in common. . I will totally understand if you want to leave." Calvin concluded. Mr. Holmberg looked at me, awaiting my response. Every day in high school at 10:00 I sat in 9th grade Biology class yearning to give myself completely to this man and now years later the opportunity was presenting itself. What could I do? I leaned in and placed my hand behind Mr. Holmberg's head and guided our lips together. Immediately I slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth and made my way deep into his throat. Cal melted into his lounge chair from the oral tongue thrashing, allowing me a free pass to do whatever I wanted. While thinking of what do to next, I concluded that perhaps we should quit the public affections and move to a more secluded area, in case Dylan should return and catch them in the act. The RV was dark, as the two of us made our way to the rear of the vehicle and settled on the bed. Cal reached over and turned on a small night light, giving just enough illumination to see the lust in Mr. Holmberg's hazel eyes. We reinstated our past contact of kissing and tongue twisting. Our bodies hugging, while our hands began groping and squeezing sensitive area. We disengaged our lips long enough to disrobe, and I finally got to see Mr. Holmberg's sweet naked features. We merged our bare bodies together again and Cal initiated more mouth action. Arms and legs intertwined, bumping and rubbing, while Mr. H started making his way down my body. Soon Cal was suckling my man nips and fondling my growing stick. I moaned in anticipation of my old instructor's mouth wrapped around my hard cock. When the time arrived and Cal began to lick the top of my penis, I shivered with excitement. Slowly my 9th grade teacher lowered his head and my stafff slid down his throat. Cal sucked like an expert, looking into my eyes as he devoured my boner and savored the delicious juices. His face had a look of reminiscence and determination. I learned later that Mr. Holmberg had many students who stirred his loins, including me. Now years later his "wishful thinking" had come full circle as my salami slid in and out of his eager mouth. I muttered sounds of gratification as Cal fondled my cum filled balls and serviced my thick concentration of manmeat. It did not take long for me to inject a load of hot juice into Mr. Holmberg's hungry mouth, which he ingested easily. After lapping up any remaining remnants of my load, Cal licked his lips as if finishing off a hearty meal. "I want to fuck you, Jon" Calvin stated. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Holmberg" I responded as if asking for permission from my mentor. No prep time was needed, for Cal's cock was ready for action. The veins in his 8 inch prick were fully exposed and bulged with manly essence the entire length of his shaft. I got on all fours, exposing my hole for some doggy style action. Cal lowered his body onto my back and rammed his hardened organ into my shit hole. "Holy crap" I screamed as I felt Cal's prominent rod penetrate the inner lining of my pooper. As Mr. Holmberg began to screw my cavity, I noticed movement outside through a small window in the RV. I recognized the dark form of Dylan. Mr. Holmberg's son was watching us rut like two animals in heat. At first I was concerned that Dylan would be angry about his father's lifestyle, or he may even blame me, but Cal's heated meat, pounding my voracious gap soon made me temporarily forget the repercussions. Suddenly I heard the door of the RV open and a voice ask " What the hell!" I knew instantly that it was Dylan. Cal, however, was surprised and quickly withdrew his cock and turned towards his son. "Dylan, I thought you were at Charlie's?" Cal asked. "He wasn't home, so I came back and saw the RV shaking" Dylan replied. "We were umm, umm" Cal tried to somehow explain. "Don't worry about it Dad, Charlie and I have been doing it for the last two years." Dylan said. "I was just hoping that I could join you? Dylan continued. My ears were on fire, I was not expecting the idea of a three some with a father and son. I anxiously awaited Mr. Holmberg's response. "Please Dad, the moment I met Jon, I have been so horny and Charlie isn't here to suck me off. I promise to do anything you want" Dylan pleaded. "Okay, just this one time" Cal invited his son to join the activities, knowing full well that his son would expect Jon to service his desires until Charlie showed up. Dylan quickly jumped onto the bed and removed his shirt and shorts right in my vision. Dylan knelt, and placed his young 6 1/2 inch dick right in front of my face. I gobbled Dylan's rock hard junk into my mouth and started the process of exhuming his youthful seed. Dylan placed his hands on both sides of my head, guiding my actions. Meanwhile, Mr. Holmberg reinserted his sizeable piece into my rear end and began to pound with a newly aquired energy. I believe the site of his son getting a blowjob from the same guy that he was fucking, was probably the ultimate aphrodisiac, making the experience even more exhilarating. While young master Holmberg's hairless balls slammed against my chin, Cal's hairy balls slapped against my ass, both men were thrusting full force, jerking me forward and backward like a rag doll. All three of us were sweating profusely as the air in the confined area became thick with exhaled moans and groans. The related pair were in unison, as both father and son squirted my insides with warm cream. We all collapsed onto the wet sheets of the bed, our chests heaving heavily up and down as our bodies depleated their supply of adrenaline. By now it was late and Cal suggested a cool swim in the lake. The moon was full as the three of us swam naked, playfully bumping and grabbing each other. The next day involved another fun filled day of sexual intercourse, leaving no hole unused. I jacked my cock hard as I watched Dylan plug his old man in the buttocks. Later, I was thoroughly entranced by the sheer tightness of Dylan's posterior canal, as was Dylan, who screamed with passion as my monumental spire pounded his virgin hole. At the end of the week, Charlie had arrived and was joining the festivities. Charlie was a tall good looking blonde buck, who was contantly horny and sucked cock unlike anyone I have ever experienced. Charlies young back door was even tighter than Dylans. Even though we had a foursome in every room of the house, we occasionally would hook up for some one on one in the RV. I especially loved to get Charlie alone and allow him to go down on my pole for as long as he wanted. Dylan would pull me into the RV because he enjoyed my thick dick penetrating his hole and stimulating his prostrate. Cal, as well, had his reasons for getting together in the RV. He insisted on rimming my pink opening and shoving his endowment in between my cheeks, fucking me wildly, while he held my legs wide open. I stayed for two weeks at the Holmberg cabin, most of it unclothed and engaged in some sort of sexual position. Then, one of Cal's brothers showed up with a brood of young kids and we knew the good times were done, at least for me. Cal whispered in my ear, that he thought Charlie was a hot little spit fire and planned to fuck his son and his son's friend as much as possible. The lake always had people coming and going. I easily found a couple who were willing to give me a lift down to Minneapolis. Once I was downtown, I rented a room for the night and thought about my plans for the next day. My hunger forced me to order out, using a phamplet conviently laying on the chest of drawers. As I waited in the lobby for the arrival of my Chinese food, I noticed a guy checking me out. He pretended to be looking at brochures, but I could tell that he was more interested in the mound between my legs. His attractive features left no doubt in my mind that I would hook up with him, perhaps he would be the next chapter in my cross country adventure.