Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 22:08:57 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation: Barry's RV Park

As always this is a work of fiction.  It contains scenes of adult-teen gay
sex.  If that turns you off or is illegal in your neck of the woods or will
get your ass whipped if you're caught then please leave.  It is also a
story of hope, opportunity and love.

All comments to sidg@compuserve.com
Enjoy.

Arkansas Vacation
Created by Sid G

Barry's RV Park part 1
By Anon
Edited by Sid G.

     I was on the edge of town when I saw him. The houses were getting
farther and farther apart, and turning into small farms. He had his thumb
out, and as the highway had a wide shoulder there, I stopped.

     The motor home was brand new, and truth told, I was still a little
nervous about driving it and pulling my car. I had gotten tired of my life,
so I just retired and got a motor home. I know that sounds strange, my
being only 45.  But, back in '79 I had gone to work for a company that made
me rich.
     When I started out, there were only 6 employees. Carl was so broke he
couldn't pay overtime or vacations. Hell, half the time he couldn't come up
with enough cash to cover our paychecks. He always treated us right
though. When he owed us, he paid us with stock in the company. We all
believed in Carl, but who would ever have thought back then the stock would
be worth so much now?
     The first few years, I don't think I ever saw more than ten thousand
dollars a year in cash.  Money was tight then, but since I'm gay and
single, I didn't have any big expenses. When the home computer market took
off, we were sitting in just the right position to all but corner the
market with our chips. We boomed from eight employees to over 2000! Almost
overnight, I was a multimillionaire!
     I had never gotten into a long-term relationship, a weekend at the
most. Once it became known around town that I worked for that company
everyone was hearing about, guys who wouldn't have given me the time of day
beforehand chased me.  Yeah, I enjoyed that, but I didn't let it go to my
head. I knew they were just after my money. I surprised them when they
found out I still lived on less than my thirty thousand a year wages.
     Things went on like that for years, until I met a young guy. He was
28, and at first I thought he loved me. I was head over heels for him. We
lived together about two weeks before I found out all he wanted was a sugar
daddy. I suspected something when he told me he had gotten laid off his job
the day after moving in. I knew it when two weeks later he hadn't even put
in any applications, and told me that if I loved him I would buy him a new
car. Hell, buy him a new car?  The car I drove was five-years-old!
     I kicked him out of the apartment, went and bought this motor home,
and kissed the cheek of my landlady goodbye. I had never moved; she had
been with me through thick and thin. When my rent was late in those early
years, she never threatened to kick me out. She knew she would be the first
to get her money as soon as I got paid.
     I took off planning on heading for the Gulf of Mexico. I had always
wanted to see it, and to do some deep-sea fishing like I had seen on
TV. Well, I can afford to do anything I want, and I don't have anything
tying me down.

     The hitchhiker was only a kid, so I figured he would only be going a
short way. As he ran up to the motor home, he had his backpack in his
hand. He didn't look like he could be more then 14 at the most. I wondered
what kind of parents would let a kid be out hitchhiking.
     I got up and unbolted the door. The salesman had warned me about motor
home doors sometimes coming open if you hit a hard bump. He suggested the
door be bolted anytime the motor home was moving.

     Man was he cute for a kid. He was about 5 feet 6 or 7 inches
tall. Real cute features. His little button nose was something else.  His
blond hair was worn in that style that is so popular with kids today. Not
too skinny, but sure not fat. Blue eyes that were pools begging to be
fallen into. Fine full bubble butt. I'm not into kids, but give him another
4 or 5 years and he will be ripe for picking.  I wasn't sure, but I had to
wonder if the kid was checking me out as he approached the motor home.
     The kid smiled at me real big as he said, "Hi."
     I returned his greeting as I shut and bolted the door. He had slid
into the passenger seat. I slipped back into the driver's seat and pulled
the gearshift into drive. I checked the rear views to make sure the road
was clear, then stepped on the fuel. Pep it has. That big diesel engine
roared to life and we were sitting on 60 in nothing flat.
     "My name is Dennis," I told him as we gathered speed, "how far you
going?"
     "I'm Barry," he responded, "and I'm going as far as you will take
me. Nice rig you have here."
     "Thank you." I answered.  Oh No! I thought to myself. He's a
run-away. What have I gotten myself into? In my mind, I could just see
police roadblocks set up down the road, looking for a 45 year-old gay man
in a motor home, that had a 14 year-old run-away kid! I could all but hear
the bars clanging shut on the jail cell. With all the hysteria about child
molesters, what would they do to a gay man caught with a run-away kid?
Never mind that nothing happened! I decided I would have to get rid of him
as soon as I could.
     We had gone about 20 miles down the road, when I finally looked over
to Barry and asked, "Why are you running-away?"
     "I'll tell you if you will answer one question first." Barry told me.
     "Ok, what do you want to know?" I asked.
     You're gay too aren't you?" he asked me.
     I just nodded.
     Barry nodded his head before answering. "When my best friend outed me
at home, life became too hard. The guys I grew up with in our little town,
and that I thought were my friends would call me names and push me
around. My family kept watching me all the time, like they were expecting
me to rape my little brother, or something. I couldn't take it anymore. One
day it was either kill myself or leave. I left. That was four-months-ago.
     When I got to the city," Barry continued, "I fell in with some guys. I
didn't know Delbert was a pimp. I just thought he was a nice guy that let
kids crash at his place. Humph, it didn't take long for me to find out."
Barry turned in his seat so his back was to me, and lifted his tee shirt.
	His back showed several bruises. Some were old, but some were
fresh. "That's what I got if Delbert didn't think I had turned enough
tricks." He lowered his tee shirt and turned back in his seat.
     "One of my tricks last night was a truck driver. When he said he was
going to leave on a trip, I asked if he would take me. He dropped me about
a mile before you picked me up. Have you ever heard of Peckertown,
Arkansas?"

     I just nodded. Who hasn't heard of the town where boy molesting is
legal? From what I had heard, every old child molester that likes boys was
making their way to Peckertown, Arkansas. They were going for the legal sex
with the boys, ever since the state had changed the law and lowered the age
of consent to 13. I couldn't believe it when I had heard it was 10 if the
boy had his parent's permission. Peckertown had become the Mecca for men
looking for boys.

     "I saw an article in a magazine," Barry said, "The town is full of
boys just like me. I don't think I'm running-away," he continued, "I'm
running to. Peckertown is a place where boys like me can live with
dignity."

     I couldn't help but think what it would be like for a kid to be
outed. I didn't come out until I was in my mid 20's, and that had been hard
enough. A lot of my family will no longer talk to me.  What must it be like
for a kid when they feel they are in a jail?  Could I blame him for running
away and being a prostitute? I guess that was when my attitude started
changing.
     I could have dumped Barry at any time. I could of just drove off after
we stopped to fix some lunch, and Barry got out and walked around. It would
have been easy to just pull over to the side of the highway and tell him I
was turning the other direction. Yeah, I thought about it, but I couldn't.

     When it started getting dark, I told Barry I was going to find an RV
park for the night. I asked if he wanted to spend the night with me, and
told him we would leave again in the morning.
     "Yeah," he answered, "I would like to stay with you. I'll give you the
best blow-job you've had in a long time," he told me with a big grin.
     I told him he didn't have to do that. He could stay without the sex. I
told him the couch made out into a bed, and he could sleep there. Barry
seemed disappointed. He insisted he pay half the parking fee if he didn't
give me a blowjob. What could I say?  Money or sex? I looked at him, and
saw a kid sitting there. I took his ten dollars.
     We hooked up the water line, attached the sewer hose then connected
the electricity and TV cable. I've never been much of a cook, so I stuck a
couple of frozen TV Dinners in the microwave.
     We ate then took our showers before watching some TV. All through the
program, I watched Barry as much as I did the show.  It looked like he had
a hard-on, and every once in a while he would reach down and gently give it
a squeeze or a few rubs. He caught me looking just as the show ended. Ok, I
admit my cock was straining my briefs by that time.

     Barry gave me a little bashful smile as he asked, "You sure, Dennis? I
really need to get off. I haven't gone this long without sex in four
months."
     In my mind I just told myself, "Oh, what the hell! It's not like it
would be his first time and I wouldn't really be molesting him.  He knows
he is gay and wants sex. I know what it is like to be horny and not be able
to find someone! So he is only 14, so what?  He needs to get off the same
as anyone else!"
     I held out my hand to Barry, and he took it. We turned off the TV and
flipped off the light switches as we made our way to the bedroom. The motor
home is completely self-contained with a king size bed in the bedroom. It
even has a washer and dryer!

     I folded down the spread, and had to just sit and watch Barry
undress. He stood in front of me grinning as he lifted his tee shirt over
his head. The smoothness of his skin had my heart beating a little fast.

     He slipped out of his shoes without untying them. He lifted his leg to
remove his sock, and the outline of his hard dick was clear inside his
pants. Why do I find the idea of having sex with him so exciting? He is
just a kid!
     As he started opening his pants, I thought I might have a heart
attack. I had to have been panting. Slowly he undid the top button. He
could see the effect he was having on me. He raised his arms about half way
up. The palms of his hands were upward as if to say, "here I am, do you
want more?"

     I reached for his zipper, and slowly pulled it down, being careful not
to catch his meat. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of
them. He was standing there in just his electric blue boxers.  I have never
seen anyone that looked sexier or hotter!
     There was a knowing grin on his face, telling me, "I knew you wanted
me!"
     There wasn't a hair on his chest. The skin was pinkish and
smooth. There was no hair under his arms. The thin hair on his legs was
almost unnoticeable it was so blond.  I hooked my thumbs into the waistband
of his boxers, and started pulling them down. His hard five-inch cut dick
appeared. It looked so clean. So fresh. So young. It took my breath away
for some reason.  I've never been a size queen, and Barry has enough to do
the job. The pubic hair framing his dick was sparse and a light blond. It
didn't look as if there were more then a couple of dozen curly hairs.  His
nuts were plump and looked heavy. They weren't hanging too low from his
body, and they looked full. I couldn't help it.
     My mouth started watering as I gazed at Barry, thinking about what he
would taste like, and I had to swallow over and over.
     Barry stepped out of his boxers, and knelt in front of me untying my
shoes. With slow and deliberate movements, Barry slipped off first one shoe
and sock, then the other.
     As his hands caressed my chest he unbuttoned my shirt. I thought I
might cream my pants.  Barry opened my shirt and sighed. "Ah, a bear. I
thought so. Bears turn me on more then anything", he stated as he ran his
hands through my hairy chest.  He bent down and sucked my nipple into his
mouth. I was ready to die.
     Barry took my hands and lifted me to my feet. My pants and underwear
were soon around my ankles. Barry was running his fingers through my full
thick pubic bush, and it was plain he liked what he saw.
     I had to tell him, "I'm supposed to be getting you off. You do much
more of that and I'll be owing you money."
     Barry jerked away as if he had been burned! "I'm not working now! This
is fun time."
     "I'm sorry Barry. That wasn't what I meant. I just meant I would have
to give you back the money for the space." I told him.
     "No," he responded, "that would still make me working. I want us both
to enjoy this."
     I opened my arms to him and he moved into my hug. How can I describe
the feelings I was having as I hugged him? I don't know how. I only knew I
desired him. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to please him. Both our
cocks had started softening, but as we hugged I could tell we were soon
both as hard as steel. I ran my hand over his butt cheeks, and they were as
smooth as silk.
     I kissed the top of his head as I gently maneuvered Barry onto the
bed. His hands were once again playing with my chest hairs as I hovered
over him.
     I nuzzled his neck and he whimpered as he stroked the back of my
head. I was spacing my kisses with gentle love nips as I crossed his
shoulder.
     My tongue was lapping at his nipple. He shoved his chest up and
pressed down on the back of my head, letting me know he wanted it
sucked. He groaned as I slurped it into my mouth. It was soon standing tall
at attention. It didn't take much on his other titty before he had a
matched set.
     I kissed down his tummy. It felt so much different then the men I had
been with. You could feel the smooth layer of baby fat just under the skin.
     I reached his pubic mound, and he gave a groan of disappointment as I
bypassed it and nudged open his legs. I got between them, and started
licking and kissing his thighs. Barry might be an experienced hooker, but
he was panting by the time I got near his nuts, and I knew he wasn't
faking.
     The smell of his pubic area was more intoxicating then the strongest
liquor. I lapped his nuts with my tongue, and Barry was whimpering. I
gently sucked one into my mouth, and he gasped.  Oh yeah, he was loving it.
I let his egg slip from my mouth, giving it one final lick as I started
upward.
     My tongue followed the path of a large blood vessel. I could feel
every beat of his heart with my tongue. Barry was begging, no, demanding,
"Finish me off! Damn it, finish me off! I can't take any more! It's going
to kill me!"
     I opened my mouth wide as Barry pressed my head down over his
throbbing dick. I took it all in before tightening my lips around his
meat. Barry was grunting and whining as he thrust into my mouth. I applied
a gentle suction, and Barry tensed. He shoved his body upward, to where
only his lower legs and the top of his head were on the bed. His shoulders
and butt were raised a good two inches off the mattress.
     Barry moaned, "Oh my God," before letting out a long wobbly
scream. The juice he was pumping into my mouth was the sweetest tasting cum
I had ever had. As he collapsed back onto the bed, I followed him down,
keeping his dick in my mouth. I gently sucked, trying to get every drop of
that good tasting treat.
     I kept gently sucking as he relaxed and his dick went soft. I was
rewarded with a few more dribbles of his sweet nectar. Barry pulled me up
into his arms, and we lay with him kissing my chest.
     He finally recovered enough to mutter, "What did you do to me?  That
wasn't sex. I've never cum like that before. What happened?"
     I just lay stroking his hair as I told him, "I don't know. It was
really special to me too."
     Barry was fondling my nuts as he recovered. He kissed me a light dry
kiss on the lips before telling me, "I'll be right back. Don't go away."
     I heard him make a bathroom stop, and he came back into the bedroom
carrying his backpack. He sat on the edge of the bed as he fished around
inside his pack. Barry smiled as he found what he was looking for, and
pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.
     He handed it to me as he told me, "I want my big teddy bear to fuck
me."
     I could tell he wasn't a virgin as I slicked his boy love opening.
No, he wasn't a virgin, but he hadn't been hard used either. I guess he
could tell I was wondering about it.
     He told me, "I wouldn't fuck a trick. That's why Delbert got so mad. I
had to turn a lot more tricks to make the same money as the guys that will
fuck."
     I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything. I just kept getting
his hole ready.
     Barry rolled to his side, and I let my fingers slip out of him. He
reached for the lube, and slicked my cock. He rolled onto his back, and
lifted his legs to his chest, presenting me with easy access to his most
treasured spot.
     Barry held his legs to his chest with his upper arms and stretched out
his arms to me telling me, "Come on Dennis, show me how a big bear fucks."
     I lined the head of my dick up with his opening, and slowly pushed
in. Barry gave a sigh as I stopped with just the head of my dick inside
him. He wiggled his butt letting me know he wanted me to go deeper. I
gently slid my cock all the way in. Barry groaned as I passed his
prostate. I had to give a moan of contentment as I bottomed out inside him.
     I leaned over and placed a dry kiss on Barry's lips. His arms went
around me, and his lips parted as he invited my tongue into his mouth. The
taste of him took my breath away! I was afraid I was going to spew my cum
right then! How could a boy make me feel like that? The feel of his butt
crushed against my crotch was soft and smooth, but firm at the same time. I
had never felt anything like Barry.
     I broke our kiss and sobbed in a whisper, "Don't move baby.  Please
don't move or I'm going to cum."
     We lay with Barry hugging me until I had come down enough to last a
little while. I started a slow long dicking. I pulled past Barry's prostate
and he grunted. I slowly pushed back in and he moaned. Grunt, moan. Grunt,
moan. I had to start speeding up.  Just a little faster with each
stroke. Faster came the grunts and moans as I worked in and out. His sounds
were accompanied by my own moans of pleasure, as I fucked into Barry and
jacked him off.

     "Damn you!" he whimpered, "You're doing it again! Oh my God...Oh my
God... Oh my God!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He strained hard against me. I was
shoved as hard into him as I could, and I had to let out my own long groan
as my cum splattered deep into Barry. I couldn't stop shooting! I strained
against him as shot after powerful shot left my nuts. Never had I cum like
this. Hard spasms were shaking my body. I was sure before my hard cock quit
jerking inside Barry's ass, that I had to be dry shooting. There couldn't
be anything left in my nuts.
     I rested all my weight on my knees and elbows, with my cock still
buried deep inside Barry. We were panting as we stayed like that
recovering. He might only be a boy, but I was already falling in love with
him, even though I didn't realize it until a day later.

     Barry was absently playing with my chest hairs when he told me, "You
should have a warning printed on you. It should say, Danger, Will Be Habit
Forming."
     I had to chuckle as I told him, "Well, you too. Except yours should
also say, Jail Bait, But Damn Well Worth It!"
     "I'm not jail bait in Peckertown, Arkansas," he informed me.
     I gently withdrew from Barry, and licked his tummy clean of his
cum. We snuggled together as we drifted off to sleep. I think in that
half-asleep state, my subconscious knew I was falling in love with
Barry. I'm sure it was at that point I decided I was taking Barry to
Peckertown. I couldn't stand the thought of him being on the road and being
picked up by someone that would hurt him. My mind again saw his smile as he
ran towards the motor home when I had stopped to pick him up. My last
conscious thought was the ecstasy on his face as he cursed me and he
started climaxing. I was all but asleep, as I snuggled closer to Barry.


Barry's RV Park part 2

     Barry was snuggled into my arms when I awoke in the morning.  His
hard-on looked so inviting that I just turned around in the bed, and slid
down to where I could suck it into my mouth. I had only given him 5 or 6
slow gentle sucks when I felt his mouth around my own hard rod. It didn't
take long before we were both blowing our loads. I don't think we were a
split second behind each other as we started pumping out our cum.
     Barry tugged me off his softening dick, and pushed me onto my back. He
climbed on top of me as he turned so we were face to face. His tongue was
searching my mouth. Oh Lord, I want him.
     He broke our kiss and said, "Morning. Are we going to stay here in
this bed all day sucking and fucking? Or, are we going to make some miles?
Whichever my teddy bear wants to do is fine with me."
     "That would be wonderful," I told him, "but you would probably have to
put me in the hospital before dark. A full day in bed with you would kill
me; at the least give me a heart attack!"
     We got up and had cold cereal and milk for breakfast. That was all I
had in the motor home. Barry said if I would stop at a supermarket, he
would get some stuff to fix us some real meals. I told him if he wanted to
cook, I would buy anything he wanted.
     The grocery bill came to $160, and as we were wheeling it out to the
motor home Barry remarked, "I'm glad you offered to pay.  This cost more
than I even have."
     I hadn't realized Barry meant he could cook, when he said he would
cook. As we were rolling down the highway, he started fixing stuffed bell
peppers for supper. They were great.

     It took us six days to get to Peckertown. I was stopping at every
tourist trap and attraction we came within 30 miles of. By the end of the
second day, I knew I wanted Barry with me always. He was adamant about his
belonging in Peckertown.

     It was the night before we arrived in Arkansas that Barry told me,
"Please, stay with me in Peckertown," he begged. "I'll be legal there, and
we won't have to hide. I can openly love you there.  I'll work and support
us. Turning tricks has to be easy there."
     "Barry, you don't have to turn tricks for me. I'm not as broke as I
have let you think. We'll find something else to do besides your working
that way. Besides, the thought of my baby doing that makes me cringe. I
love you too much to even think about your having sex for money."
     Barry rushed into my arms. My face was plastered with kisses.  He was
squeezing me so tight I thought he was trying to crush me.
     "Can we really make it without me working? I hate doing that."
     "Yes baby," I told him, "we're rich. You never have to turn a trick
again."

     As we were pulling into Peckertown, we saw the signs for an RV
park. When we got to it, it was closed down. It looked like it had been
abandoned a long time. The for sale sign on it gave me an idea. I wrote
down the name and address of the realtor, Scotti Brothers Reality.
     There was a clean looking restaurant a little farther down the
road. We pulled into the Tasty Buns and parked as far back on their lot as
we could.
     Barry and I had decided to have lunch there, and I wanted to ask if
there was an RV park nearby. We entered, and I think both of our mouths
dropped. Even though we had seen the signs for all the nude restaurants, we
really weren't expecting what we saw.  The waiters had on aprons that
covered their dicks, but nothing else. As we stood there gapping, one of
the customers put his hand on the bare ass of one the busboys, and trailed
his hand across the smooth globes as the boy walked away. The boy didn't
seem to think anything about it.
     We placed our orders, and the waiter was the cutest kid of 13 I've
seen in a long time.  Barry couldn't seem to take his eyes off the boy's
bouncing butt as he made his way back to the kitchen.
     The owner Mr. Jorgenson stopped by the table as we were having pie. He
asked if the service and food had been all right. I assured him it had been
excellent.  We got to talking about Peckertown, and I mentioned the closed
RV Park. I asked if there was another nearby where we could stay. He told
me the closest other park was 45 miles away, but that no one would object
if we parked in the town's park parking lot a day or two.
     I asked Mr. Jorgenson how to find the Scotti Brothers Reality. He gave
me excellent directions, and assured me though they were young the brothers
were licensed and professional Realtors. He assured me my trust couldn't be
placed in better hands.
     We found their office without any trouble. We walked into a reception
area, and could see two offices.  The place was nice, with quite a few
green plants around the room. There were pictures of houses that were for
sale, on the walls. The furniture was top quality, and the chairs were real
leather. Very professional, and it looked as if the brothers were doing
well.
     A boy came out of one of the offices and said, "Hi, I'm Jay Scotti."
as he held out his hand.  I introduced Barry and myself then explained we
were interested in the RV Park.

     "You're in luck," he told us. "It has been closed and on the market
since the law changed.  The old owners were holding out for a ridiculous
price, but their heirs notified us just last week that they are serious
about selling."
     Jay told us what they were asking, and it seemed to still be awful
high, until he added that although the park only used two acres, 25 acres
went with the sale.
     Jay got the keys and we rode out to look at the place with him. I
admit Jay knew what he was talking about. When I asked what the water and
sewer lines were, he popped out galvanized water lines and clay sewer
pipes. He mentioned the property was on city sewer and water.
     He admitted the park was old and hadn't been upgraded in years.  He
called it a fixer-upper. It was that all right. We looked in the office and
store area. It was paneled in dark woods, and the fixtures were old. I made
a note to check on new fixtures, and planned on re-paneling with
lightwood. That would make it much more cheerful and welcoming.
     There was a nice one-bedroom apartment behind the office. I could see
the wheels turning in Barry's head. We hadn't looked at much of the
apartment before he announced, "I can fix this up real nice for us."
     We checked out the showers, and they would have to be completely
redone. The same held true with the laundry room. When I looked at one of
the spaces, the electrical connections were suitable for the smaller rigs,
but none of the spaces had the right amps for mine. Well, just add rewiring
the park.
     I hadn't committed yet, but Barry was bouncing with excitement as he
made plans on how he would like everything. I told Jay we would take it
with the contingency we had no problems getting permits and utilities.
     Jay insisted we stop by city hall, and he introduced us to Tim
Johnson. Tim is an assistant to the Mayor. Tim assured us there would be no
problems with permits, and informed us the city counsel had been wanting
the RV park reopened for a long time. He said city hall and the mayor's
office would be ready with any help we needed to smooth the re-opening of
the RV Park.
     We stopped by the water and sewer department, and learned there would
be no problems with the mains for any future expansion. In fact, the
engineer said he could have the water back on that day. I told him that
might be rushing it a bit. Our next stop was the Electric Company.  They
saw no problems either. I told Jay he had a sale.
     It only took three days for everything to be completed. My bank at
home transferred the money into The First National Bank of Peckertown, to
pay for the property and all the planed upgrades.
     We had the water and electric turned on, and that night, I thought
Barry was going to faint when he found out everything was in his name.
     We moved the motor home to "Barry's RV Park" and started making our
plans on what needed to be done first. We couldn't hook up to electricity,
but at least we had water and could dump the holding tanks.
     That night as we lay in bed petting each other, I remarked, "I hope
that now you're a big business man, you will keep me around."
     "I couldn't live without my teddy bear." Barry responded as he reached
for the lube.
     He slicked my hole, and I quickly smeared some on his dick. In just
moments, it was where his hard rod belongs. He was working back and forth
inside me, and it was as fabulous as always. Just as always, I couldn't
last. I had to throw my head back and scream with pleasure as my cum pumped
out onto my chest.  Barry was straining against me as he unloaded his
supply of cum into me.

     As soon as we looked out the window of the RV the next morning, we
were surprised.  During the night, three rigs had pulled into the
park. When we went into the office, three guys followed us in to pay their
parking fees.
     You could hear the pride in Barry's voice as he told them he was the
new owner, and since the facilities weren't ready yet, there would be no
charge.
     One man said, "Thank you. Since you're not ready for business we'll
just make it donations," as he slipped a couple of twenties into Barry's
pocket. The others did the same.

     We called Peckertown Plumbing for an estimate on re-doing the water
lines and the showers. Sander's Electric was called for the electrical
work. When the contractors showed up the plumber didn't look like he was
more the 15, and the electrician might have been 16.
     Neither of them was wearing much. I have seen Speedos that covered
more. I wasn't too sure about them, but when I asked to see their state
licenses and bonds, they both produced them.  We explained we wanted each
space to have new water and sewer lines, and the electric lines checked to
make sure we didn't cause someone's RV to catch fire. Barry mentioned he
wanted cable lines for TV and computer Internet service added to each
space. We told them we were planning some new spaces for the bigger rigs
that required more power.
     As we stood in the office talking to the contractors, Barry explained
what he wanted done with the showers. Then the contractors took a walk
around the park seeing what needed to be done.  When we saw them enter the
showers, Barry and I started that way in case they had any questions.

     As we entered the shower room, I knew those sounds. The plumber had
his hard dick in the electrician's mouth, and the electrician was slurping
as the plumber fucked in and out.
     "I hope you guys don't mind. The rates are a lot lower if we get our
sex breaks." The plumber informed us. They just grinned before returning
their attention to each other.  It wasn't long before the plumber let out a
long moan and the electrician was noisily gulping his cum.  He smacked his
lips before rising as the plumber pulled up his shorts.
     No, we didn't mind. In fact, it was fun watching the plumbing and
electrical crews take their breaks.
     Three days after the deed was in Barry's name, he had hired a full
crew to take care of the grounds, desk clerks, storekeepers, and general
clean up help. I think he was hiring more on the story of their lives then
anything else. Every one of the boys had a sad story to tell. Every one of
them had made their way to Peckertown in search of a better life.
     The grass had been cut, and the swimming pool cleaned and
filled. Certified lifeguards had been hired and the pool was open.  The
plumbers and electricians were working on the shower rooms, and watching
all those young asses running around was a show unto itself. If you ever
want to watch some ass really wiggling, watch 12 year-old with a
paintbrush. I was dragging Barry to our bedroom three or four times a day.
     Within a week, there were 10 RV's parked in the spaces, and the
supplies were arriving for the store. All the new fixtures had arrived and
were being set in place. Barry was running around working himself to a
frazzle, but loving every minute of it. Oh yes, he still had plenty of
energy left at night for sex with his teddy bear.

     Of course in the interest of taking care of the guests, we had to see
all of the hot spots in Peckertown. We went to the Big Lick ice cream
parlor, and sampled their sundaes as we watched The Olson Triplets. All I
can say is, "Wow!"  Barry was so hot I think he would have crawled under
the table and given me a blowjob if he could have taken his eyes off the
stage.
     We visited the Little Leather Club. At first, I was really turned off
by their show. It wasn't until later after we had met Benjy, the master,
that I began to understand. Someone pointed us out to him and he came over
and introduced himself. He welcomed us to town, and said he was hearing
good things about us from the boys.
     I guess he could tell I was turned off by the S/M. He invited us to
visit the slave barracks ourselves and talk to the boys. We did, and I
wasn't there long before I understood that was where those boys wanted to
be, and they were doing what they wanted to do. I guess my attitude is
still adjusting to Peckertown.

     Two months after we arrived in town, the old portion of the park was
completely redone.  We added 20 spaces for the big rigs, and were full
every weekend. Even after adding the 20 spaces, we still had RV's having to
park without hookups.
     We knocked out the wall between the men and women's shower rooms,
moving the wall back to where there was only one shower on the ladies
side. The women's side had never been used, but we had to have one just in
case a lady did ever stay there.
     Even after expanding the men's side, there was always a wait for a
shower in the mornings and early evenings. Barry had passed the word around
town that our showers were always open free of charge, to any boy in
Peckertown that wanted to use them. The boys also knew where to look for
the shampoo, soap and clean towels that Barry keeps for them. We planned a
larger shower room to be built in the new sections of the park.

     Yeah, things are going good for us. I had found the love of my life,
and he loves me just as much. Oh, we are still learning about each
other. Barry didn't argue when I told him he was going to have to go to
school. We enrolled him in the recently reopened Peckertown School and
Mrs. Maple Thorpe, the principal, found one of the old school teachers to
tutor him.  When the law had passed they lost so many students they had to
close the school but a lot of the boys petitioned the town council to
reopen it and offer flex schedules.  I called in some old connections and
got enough computers at cost to take care of all the school's needs.
     Yeah, we are still learning about each other. We had finished making
love. I was resting on top of Barry with my weight on my elbows and
knees. We were still hooked together by my softening cock. Our breathing
had slowed to normal, and we were staring into the love reflected in each
other's eyes. Barry was absently twirling his finger in my chest
hair. Yeah, Barry surprised me when he asked.
     "Did my teddy bear know it is going to be my 14th birthday next week?"

     The last two months have been filled with surprises. I wonder what the
next 20 years with Barry will be like?