Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2005 22:52:39 -0500
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a Trip

I don't know how they talked me into it.  Everybody thought it would be a
good idea for me to go.  It would be good for me, good for the boys, and
good for the other men on the trip.  All of a sudden, I was joining a Boy
Scout Troop and heading halfway across the country.

I guess that it was the suddenness of it that made me really notice it, but
the smells coming from my vehicle by the third day were burning my eyes,
clogging my nose, and I think etching my windshield.  Those fathers who
started conveying their little babies and toddlers were broken in slowly.
Sure the diapers stink but they are relatively easy to remedy.  And as their
boys grew up and started school, I'm sure the aromas from stinky tennis
shoes and grape bubblegum were intensifying and yet fatiguing the fathers'
olfactory senses.  By the time, the boys got to be full blown Boy Scout age,
the fathers just don't flinch with the stench from suddenly removed shoes, a
serious of farts from the back seat, the even more robust vapor cloud from a
less than spontaneous burp, and then the simple musk and hormone mixture
coming from a carload of teen boys.

It really hit me all at once.  Less than two years ago, I became the
step-father of 10 and 12 year old boys.  Their mother came back in my life
after a long separation.  We had been sweethearts back in school but after
an opportunity to be an intern in a very powerful office led to a new
romance, pregnancy, and a marriage.  And for me, a broken heart and not
being thrilled with the female types.  I all but did away with dating women.
  And I wasn't really thinking about chasing men.  I just happen to fall
into a couple of unexpected relationships with a couple of guys.  But it was
really my career that took precedence over all that.  So I was single until
my old girlfriend showed back up in my life.

She had been back in town for a couple of years.  I had heard she was back.
She had left her husband but had not divorced him.  She and her little boys
were living at her parents ranch house, just a few miles outside of town,
while her parents stayed at their own house in town.  I don't think that she
had been officially divorced two days when she found me.  It really was a
great reunion, the flames were rekindled, and much of the old feelings were
still there.  And the sex came much more frequently and with a whole lot
less begging and pleading.  At least until we got married.  Actually its not
been too bad, I get a few night of rest between bumpin' uglies.

So, I became the step-father.  The oldest boy, Jason, and I got along pretty
good.  I really never tried to be a parent other than the obvious things of
day to day dealing with a young teen boy.  We weren't best buds but we were
good enough friends to go to games, do a little hunting, and a few special
things around town.  Lance, the younger, is a whole other subject, geesh!
Jason was into Scouting, all his buds that he hung with were in his troop
and it really kept him busy most of the time.  I stayed out of the troop
activity but really enjoyed helping Jason when he needed it or just asked.

The troop was heading to somewhere in Virginia.  Eighteen boys would make
the trip and there were three fathers.  They would need some pretty big
vehicles to fit everybody and that is where my unique qualities came into
play.  My Excursion was needed, and I was needed as the driver.  Really, it
was a little more than that, I do get along well with the boys that Jason
brings by, they think that I'm cool.  Maybe I once was.  I was told how much
I would really enjoy it, it would be like I was a kid again, I wouldn't have
to know much, or be that responsible.  And one of my oldest friends would be
one of the fathers going.  He did the most of the talking to convince me to
go.

Of course, we started preparing by practicing unloading and setting up the
tents.  These weren't the little things that you stuff a couple of kids in
and zip up.  These were outfitter tents.  I figure that an outfitter would
set one of these things up at the beginning of moose season and not take it
down until the snow melted.  I quickly recognized my other appealing
quality, mass.  It took a pretty big boy to hold down and pull those tents.

We did this practicing out at Jason's grandaddy's ranch.  I would have
thought that if we did it once, it was learning enough but the Official
Scout Master had us practicing several times.  This was actually my first
indication that my volunteering was a little bit of a mistake.  I swear that
if your opened the official Boy Scout magazine, this Scout Master would be
falling out like those subscription cards, he was pure Scout Master.  I
think he could even fashion an emergency jockstrap from the scout bandana.
Fortunately, I found out he did have a good relaxed side.  We let the boys
campout under the tents as the men sat up at the house and cleaned out the
beer from two refrigerators.

Enough of all that background.  Eighteen boys, 4 men, 3 packed SUVs, and a
couple of painted up trailers headed down the road for Virginia.  After much
planning and assignments of tasks, we were on the road.  I had seven boys,
the least dedicated to the scout way of life, good kids but just not as
fanatical as the front suburban.  There, Head Scout Master Tom was riding
shotgun with 7 boys as well.   Tom had the boys set up a system to allocate
fair and balanced seating through out the trip.  They actually had a chart
of who would take shotgun.  The second suburban shotgun wasn't quite as
regimented but they decided to take turns at each stop.  It was whoever
called it first got shotgun.

I did have Jason and his best friend.  They were between the ages of 13 and
15, no boys on this trip were over 15.  And I really had a mixture of sizes
and shapes.  Jason and his bud were big boys, heavy set, muscular and
cock-strong.  I had some skinny boys, a little nerdy who told jokes that you
had to go about 3 levels to understand.  I had Myron, a pudgy, curly haired
whiner.  He started whining from the time he threw his pack in the trailer
that first morning and didn't quit until he passed out on his own couch when
we got home.  And I had the runt, sorry, HSM Tom won't let us use that term,
Chip.  It was a good load of boys actually.  Other than the battle over
shotgun, they all got along very well.  Myron got shit from time to time,
and Chip was picked on some but is also such a good kid that they enjoyed
his company.

The first day, we put some miles behind us.  I was grateful finally getting
out from behind the wheel.  We camped at a high school practice field,
restrooms at the football field were opened for us.  Those damn tents had to
be set up even if the weather was warm and clear.  We ate some concoction
cooked up in foil, hamburger meat, onions, carrots, and potatoes.   It
seemed a whole lot of trouble, regular hamburgers made more sense to me.  I
guess its just the adventure of alternative cooking methods.  After they
were fed, the boys roamed around the school grounds, some running through
the football training equipment, others sitting in the stands and talking or
playing cards, others peering into the school windows and comparing
computing equipment, and others disappearing until curfew.  For those who
disappeared, I really couldn't tell if that was beef jerky and slurpee on
their breath, and the blue tongues could have come from a piece of candy
they found in my Excursion.

I'm not sure why we had to get up before the sun to make breakfast.  And I'm
not sure it is legal to treat bananas that way.  If I had tried to combine
bananas, chocolate, and marshmallows like that when I was a kid, my mom
would have complained that I wasn't leaving enough to put on the ice cream.
I was also confused why kids needed that much energy for sitting in a car
for the majority of the day.  I think it was just to keep the drivers awake
with the potential energy stored within each vehicle.  Lunch, thankfully,
was simple sandwiches, somewhere on the road.

The adventure started the second night on the road.  We pulled in fairly
early to a little farm.  We waited while HSM Tom and his driver went into
the farmhouse and visited for a while.  We went another mile or so down a
small dirt road.  Found a little pasture of knee-high grass, ringed by
trees, and sitting beside a pond.  We actually call it a tank but we were
far enough east that it was a pond.  There were a couple of fire rings, old
tree trunks surrounding the biggest ring, a minimal amount of fire wood
chopped and stacked, and several handmade wooden signs.  The signs marked
the troops who had passed through over the years.  Only the troop number,
the hometown and date were carved into these signs, yet the number was
amazing.  I felt a shiver of kinship.

The tents went up quickly, the boys were rushing more than usual, I thought
they had just gotten good at it.  Their real intent was to get in the pond
as soon as they could.  It was a little steamy and the pond sure did look
cool.  The boys got rowdier as they got closer to getting in the water.  I
was looking forward to going myself.  My bud Mark told me to hold up for a
little bit.  The men all got comfortable on the nearest soft tree stump as
we watched the boys strip down to nothing and jump in.  All by Myron were
naked, Myron kept his tighty-whiteys on, they really didn't hide much once
wet.

They sure did look like they were cooling off.  And there was plenty of
water for four fathers to fit into.  There was laughing, boasting, and
cussing going on and then the sound of a little 4-wheeler could be heard
coming down the road.  I looked as a little blue-haird old lady was riding
in a Honda Mule.  She waved to us and headed for the pond.  You would have
thought that all the testicles in that pond had been snipped by the sunfish
and perch, there were so many screams coming from that pond that there was
no way they were coming from teen boys.

The boys all headed for deeper water as the woman approached.  She pulled
right up to the pond and welcomed the boys to her farm.  She told them to
enjoy the place, pick up their mess, and have a good rest of the trip.  Mark
then explained a little more, that this was a tradition, each time a troop
would camp out and go skinny dipping, Mrs. Rashon would come out and catch
the boys.  I think the boys enjoyed it much more than the old lady.  And it
was a ritual, there were boys who were caught each and every year they had
passed through the farm.

Mrs. Rashon drove the Mule over to us.  She pointed to the back and
explained that she really had to have help from her daughter this year.  We
grabbed several cherry pies and just enough ice cream for the big men in the
camp, she just didn't have enough ice cream to go around.  It turned out to
be the best cherry pie I have ever had.  I thought it would be an insult to
have ice cream anywhere near the pie.  I was more than happy to finish off
what a couple of boys left on their plates.

We did get to the pond.  Thoughts of my time in junior high and high school
came into my head.  All the naked bodies reminded me of PE class and the
showers that followed.  I had only caught glimpses Jason naked over the time
we shared a house.  He had been modest and covered up all the time.  Now, he
was running around naked and swinging for all the world to see.  In fact, he
was one of the last boys to seek deeper water when the old lady drove up.  I
was pleased to see that he wasn't short on equipment.  Limp, he was about 5
inches, even getting in and out of the cool water.  I got thinking that for
a heavy boy, he did have a lot hanging.  Of course, he did make sure he had
some length, he would `secretly' reach down and pull a little, keeping just
enough blood in there to be respectable.

His bud wasn't quite as endowed but had nothing to be ashamed of.  They both
had balls that hung low and nice set of pubic hairs in a nice V above their
dicks.  And then there was Meat, at least that became his nickname after
that dip in the pond.  I would swear he had 9 inches of limp dick.  It was
about the diameter of about half of the boys' arms.  You could see the veins
run along the outside and it was dark.  I had nightmares about it that
night.  It was a subject of conversation around the campfire that night.
Meat professed to being a virgin, and as one of the boys said, that he
wasn't, we sure would have heard about it from the girl.

Two of the boys in my vehicle were long lean things.  It was one smooth line
from shoulder to hip to ankle.  It really was an attractive curve.
Although, they had absolutely no butts.  I know they say white boys have not
butts, but I don't remember that much lacking.  I got a real good look at
there junk while they were laying on the bank.  Long skinny dicks.  I really
wanted to look at the circumcision scar on one, actually both, they looked
so distinctive.  Neither one of them could leave their balls alone for more
than a few seconds.

Poor Myron, he complained the entire time.  Even the water was too wet.  He
stayed in his underwear the whole time.  It was sagging between his legs,
falling off his butt, sticking to his junk and becoming transparent.  He
kept one or two hands on his underwear to keep it from sliding right on
down.  His balls weren't much more than a tight blob, nothing swinging.  His
dick was thick enough, but I don't think it would clear his zipper while
pissing.  But then, he did have enough butt and belly to make up for the
other boys.

Chip was a cutie.  His pubes were little wispy things in a patch right above
his dick.  He had a few pubes on his balls.  They were very dark and showed
up very well, even with the scarcity.  He had a respectable sized dick.
Anything bigger would have looked odd on him.  Although, there was
shrinkage.  He chose to wrap his arms around him to keep warm and let his
dick find warmer territory all by itself.  The colder he got, the purpler
his dick head got.

When Chip had warmed up, all his junk stretched back out.  There were
several boys who were kidding around with him.  He took it.  He wagged his
junk at them.  I noticed several of the boys studying his stuff pretty
closely.  And Chip noticed me studying him.  He looked at me a little
shocked, but gave me a huge smile.  I tried to act like I hadn't been
caught.

It was then that I realized that I had a huge interest in looking at these
naked boys.  I'm not sure the last time I saw anyone under 25 naked.  I
remembered that I did look and compare a lot back when I was their ages.
After traveling with them, I was doing a little reverting in age and
apparently in interest.  I was thinking that I shouldn't be looking.  But I
did keep looking.  I tried to get away and go set up for dinner a little
early.  I didn't need to be looking.  I tried to be good but Chip and
another boy, Kevin, didn't help me out.  They got out of the water and came
back to camp.  Kevin got to his towel fairly quickly but Chip hung around,
standing there naked for a little bit.  I told them that they didn't need to
be hanging around the kitchen naked, it would not be good for a pubic hair
to fall into the food.  They both laughed at me and said there has been a
lot worse in the food.  I would find out days later what they were talking
about.

Chip did go find his towel.  He exposed his butt to the world as he dug
through the bags in the trailer.  Chip was tanned dark, his butt was as
white as could be, and as he bent over with his legs spread, I could see his
little pink hole from 12 feet away.

I'm glad we had the fantastic cherry pie that night.  It helped me get my
mind off the visions and thoughts of the afternoon.

Dinner was a form of chili.  Instead of opening 5 cans of chili, they opened
5 cans of tomato sauce and different beans.  It was actually pretty bad.
But after the bodily effects on the boys, I was convinced that HSM Tom was
either a sadist or had something against us all.  We had the windows down
most of the drive the next day.  Myron had his head hanging out of the
window, jowls flopping like some old basset hound.  And I did contribute my
fair share of farts.

We did repay the Rashons with some manual labor.  We stacked stones from the
field onto a wall that had been growing for 10s of years.  We did some
repairs of water troughs that didn't look needed.  We replaced a few boards
on the front porch.  And I help dispose of a cherry pie that had somehow
avoided the trip to the campsite the night before.

The conversation on that short drive that day was a little more risque.  I
got asked a few questions that I wasn't real comfortable answering.  Those
were mostly about my personal life, and more so at my sex life.  After being
naked with each other and exposed to the world, the boys talked more about
bodies and sex.  They did manage to confuse Myron enough that he both denied
and admitted that he jacks off, in the same sentence.

The smells in the vehicle really started to mount.  It wasn't so terrible,
just sweaty and dirty.

The drive that day was relatively short.  At a state campground, with other
scout troops in adjoining campsites.  They describe it to me that the scouts
were approaching critical mass.  Dinner that night was a shameful use of
flour tortillas.  It was explained to me that it was an enchilada pie.  It
didn't resemble an enchilada or a pie.  I was really looking forward to when
it was going to be my turn to plan and cook.

The day after that, we were going nonstop until we hit the official
campsite.  The car got quiet as the dappled sun flashing through the trees
seemed to put most of them to sleep. Chip called his turn at shotgun and he
ended up leaning over and putting his head on my lap.  I put my hand on his
arm and rubbed it slightly.  He wrapped his arms around my hand and I drove
one handed for the next 100 miles.  I thought it was cute, using my hand
much like a teddy bear.  I also got a kick out of the thought of how hard
Chip tried to be tough, to meet the standards of the bigger and more
developed boys and yet, here he was acting like a much younger kid.  I also
liked the feeling in my hand, its good to touch another person every now and
then.

We made it to the campsite.  Scouts of all ages and sizes were directing
traffic.  Unfortunately, they directed us into the slowest of every line out
there.  I swear we were lined up behind a parked car for hours.  It was hot,
and oh my god it was humid.  The exhaust from all the SUVs and trucks was
making it almost unbearable.  I let my boys out to go to the pisser and then
sit under the trees near the road.  Even though they were really just
sitting there, their faces became sweaty and red.  HSM Tom chastised all of
us for abandoning vehicle.  He wanted all of the boys to stay with the car
until we got to camp.  He got into an argument with them, Myron was the one
who whined enough to get HSM Tom give it up.  Well, that and while he was
berating us, his own crew had headed for the pisser and water.

We set up camp, did all kinds of registering, I never knew scouting involved
so much paperwork.  And it kept getting hotter and more miserable.  While we
were gone, another tent was erected right next to our sleeping tent.  It
blocked about every available breeze in that hellhole.    Soon, there would
be more than 43,000 over scouts just as miserable.

The boys next to us were from out of the country.   Their khakis were
adorned with sky blue hats and bandanas.  I had to laugh at the caps with
short little brims, it looked more like a satire of a boy scout.  And short
shorts.  The shorts were tight and cut right at the crotch.  A lot of butt
cheek was showing on several boys.  Every boy there was blonde headed, light
blonde.  With smiles full of white teeth.  But every adult they had there
looked like they had been beaten with an ugly stick for that past 20 years
or so.

Those boys took the uniform look another step.  When they woke up in the
morning, each and every boy had on similar underwear.  Tight little white
things that the waist barely came above their pubic hairs.  No slit in them
to pull out dicks to piss.  I'm sure it was easier to just pull it over the
top.  And every boy I saw that morning had a boner.  The variation in size
was consistent in that country.  There were little tents and tents that
pulled the top of the underwear away from their bodies.  And not one of the
boys was too worried about letting the world know they had boners.  I know I
was staring too much but I got a lot of smiles and nods in my direction as
the boys got going that morning.

To a boy, every one of our kids were slow getting out of their sleeping
bags.  I watched hands sneak inside the bag and scratch or manipulate balls
and boners.  Each one of them hoping to get their erection under control.  A
few tried to get up without others noticing.  They tried to put shorts on
while staying seated.  They stood up bending over and stayed bent over as
they got dressed.  They all headed to the port-a-johns, only to wait in line
with a bunch of other dancing teen boys.  And dance they would until they
could relieve their full bladders.

While I was doing things at our camp, the boys in the next tent returned to
change into swimsuits.  They pulled off their shorts and underwear without
even thinking about going behind a tent wall.  I saw a dozen pink floppy
little dicks with mostly blonde pubic bushes.  The blonde bushes really got
my attention.  But I did watch the naked dicks until they were all hidden
inside the suits.  I was considering my options of holing up in the back of
the cooking tent and relieving some of my pressure.  I was just a little too
scared to go in there and jack off.

The next couple of days just got miserable.  The heat took its toll on the
kids.  There were arguments and fights.  Nobody really wanted to be there.
And there was some bad news announced, there were some deaths involving some
adults.  And there were kids being taken to the hospital in not only
ambulances but helicopters.  We had plenty of water, though low on ice, and
the boys carried water with them every where they went.  It was one scout
game that really took its toll on our boys.  They came back sweating, red
faced, squinting, sucking down bottles of water, and whining and complaining
with the best of them.

It actually got pretty serious with them, I fanned kids with towels, got
them to strip down to underwear, whatever we could to get them cool.  HSM
Tom kept asking us if we saw any of the boys stop sweating.  He was doing a
fairly good job of doing things, if he could have just shut up for a little
bit, I probably would have stopped my planning of fraggin him as soon as
taps was played that night.

The worst off were two of my boys, Myron just was not in good enough shape
to take the heat.  He spent hours on his hands and knees, trying to get as
much breeze blowing on his body as he could.  Chip who was very tan took on
a very red tint.  He looked like he could have passed out at any minute.  I
just kept fanning him.  Jason had thrown up, it looked like mostly water.
The skinnier boys were able to put up with the heat the best and did what
they could to help out.

The next day was even hotter, but there was no running around.  The lines to
the showers stretched out forever.  We made it to a fire hydrant and cooled
off under the spray.  You could see the strength come back into the troop as
their temperatures went down.  And finally it started to cool off.  An
actual cool front came through.  It also brought the rain.  It just made a
mess of things.  The culmination of tents was great at keeping things dry
but they also concentrated the rainwater onto a small area of grass and
dirt.

An impromptu slip-n-slide started up in the strip between our tents and the
blonde foreign scouts' tent.  Boy after boy would run and slide as far as he
could.  The relatively clear water ended up turning into mud.  That didn't
stop the boys from running and sliding.  There just wasn't enough standing
water or showers by the time they needed to quit and head for bed.  The mud
covered boys talked with there foreign counter parts way late into the
night.  I ended up sleeping in my folding chair.

The next morning found boys all scattered among the four tents.  Waking up
was a mess. It was cooler, but there was mud everywhere.  HSM Tom was more
interested in beating a path back and forth to the port-a-john.  He was in
charge of dinner the night before.  I took one bite out of it and spit it
out.  It was raw and had gone bad.  HSM Tom insisted that it was good, even
though most of the boys complained.  I snuck out with my boys.  The boys in
my Excursion had become my boys.  One of the other troops had been selling
actual hamburgers.  They had been doing a great job the entire time.  It was
the way they earned money to make the trip, they had a pretty permanent
hamburger stand back home.  It was the first good meal I had, other than the
cherry pie, since we left home.   I was more than happy to buy my boys
burgers.

And HSM Tom was not the only one to suffer from the runs.  The boys with big
enough appetites or lack of taste buds ate HSM Tom's disaster.  They too
developed the incapacitating diarrhea.

The impact from the heat, the runs, the overall poor morale by surrounding
camps, and the disappointment of the POTUS (President of the United States)
canceling his speech to the camp caused the plans to abandoned camp and take
and alternative trip.  I was ready to head out but I had really just started
getting into things.   The weather was cool enough to be bearable now.  But
since HSM Tom couldn't hold his shit, we were going to go on the road that
day.

We packed up, tossing things into trailers rather than the neat packing that
we had been practicing for weeks.  We headed for the District of Columbia.
We would scout out a suitable hotel when we got there, or I would call back
to my secretary and have her find and reserve rooms for all of us.  As we
got close to the city, the radio traffic picked up between SUVs.  Now, HSM
Tom really didn't want a single cell phone to be carried but he wasn't going
to take mine away.  He passed out radios with headsets, one to each SUV and
one for him.  It was the way we were supposed to communicate  on the road.
It wasn't that bad of an idea but I never had the radio on my head.  The
boys took turns talking on it the entire waking trip.  And with HSM Tom
listening in, most of the time quietly, just listening, listening and taking
mental notes.  Well, mental notes to Tom would probably mean using a Sharpie
to write on his own forehead.

As the radio traffic tried to coordinate the plan for the search for a
hotel, I took the lead on the freeway.  Without much argument, I pulled into
a hotel parking lot, walked into the front door and started getting the
reserved rooms.  A few objections from Tom were vented but I never actually
heard them.  I did quit arguing with the clerk that we were short a room
when Tom suggested that we could use the rollaways and make it cheaper
anyway.

I wish I could have sprayed the shower into my Excursion.  It had a light
coating of mud and dust and the stench of a PE lockerroom after the
Christmas break, you know that smell when about half the class forgot to
take their gym clothes home for washing.  The boys lined up in the rooms for
there chance to get into the showers.  Then they all stood at the window,
letting the cool AC air blow over there bodies.  The air was really aimed at
their junk, and they stood there until there balls were adequately frosted.
I sat there watching the naked butts.  As the cold air hit them, there butts
would clench, making the dimples on the side stand out even more.  I got to
view some naked shrunk up dicks as they let the cool air blow up their
holes.  Why the boys felt it was necessary to fart as the breeze blew past,
I just don't know but it had me headed for the fresh air in the shower.

The planned called for the adults to sleep in the rollaways.  This big ol'
boy was just a little too big to make that happen.  After a spring or two
surrendered and the bottom of the mattress was headed for a reunion with the
floor, I sought other sleeping accommodations.  Myron was more than happy to
abandon Chip and take the rollaway.  He complained that he knew Chip would
end up wetting the bed.  Then he complained that the rollaway was squeaky.
Then he whined when the other boys told him that the bed would not be as
squeaky if he would quit jacking off.

I was about asleep when Chip nudged me and pulled my face up off the pillow.
  He kept a hand on my mouth.  Which, I don't know how his hands could smell
that bad, he had just gotten out of the shower an hour or so ago.  But he
made my head face the other bed.  There was plenty of light coming in
through the partially closed window drapes.  I saw a huge white lump in the
other bed.  After camping out and listening to the various campfire stories,
my foggy brain thought it was a polar bear attacking one of my boys.  That
victim, Troy,  was on his back under that big white mass, his mouth was
open, his eyes tightly closed, and his face contorting.  I realized Troy
wasn't being eaten by the bear, but that bear was the other boy under the
sheet.

Chip and I watched as the scout was getting a blow job after building up cum
for about a week.  Somehow, I think these two had gotten some relief a few
other times on the trip.  My bed was shaking as Chip was laughing silently.
I put my finger on his lips to shush him.  He grabbed my hand and held it to
his body.   He dug his nails into the back of my hand as we witnessed Troy's
orgasm.  There was no doubt, his back arched, his head pressed hard into the
pillow, a few squeaks came from his mouth, and his face really contorted.

I'm in my bed, trying like hell to keep Chip from making contact with my
boner.  His legs or butt were right there, with just the smallest movement,
the tip of my dick would touch him.  I didn't want the complications
associated with rubbing my boner on a Boy Scout.  Chip sure didn't help out,
it seemed like he was actively searching out contact.

In my mind, I had a plan.  As soon as Troy and Matt fell asleep, and Chip
lost interest and passed out himself, I could go ahead and rub and grind my
dick into Chip's butt.  My brain realized the combination of watching the
adjacent sex act and the fact that I hadn't jacked off in a week, was
driving my urge to play around.  My brain wanted to avoid that.  It was just
that everything below my waist just couldn't hear my brain.

We waited for a little bit.  Instead of Troy and Matt falling asleep, Troy
rolled out of bed.  He stayed on his knees as Matt slid over to that side of
the bed.  I saw the underwear get pulled down to his knees, but Troy was
blocking the good show.  His body made it clear what was going on and I
could watch Troy's naked butt as it clenched and flexed facing us.  I heard
Matt ask Troy to suck his balls, and Troy's head made the small move.  Matt
made several little whispered requests and Troy seemed to make each happen.

Matt started announcing his impending orgasm.  I felt myself cheering him
on.  The suspense was building, he would be shooting any second.  And he had
to have been one head bob from it when the room shook with a ferocious fart
from the rollaway.  The two boys in the other bed jumped, Chip flinched flew
up into the air.  The boys jumping made me jump a whole lot more than the
fart. Chip landed much closer to me, his butt was pinning my dick up against
my body.  Matt had been so close that fart or no, he started shooting.  I
was able to see a shot or two as it few into the light from the window.

Matt and Troy got back into bed.  Matt insisted that Troy was sleeping too
close, that if we saw them sleeping that close, we would call them fags.
And there was some cleaning and wiping with the sheets.

Chip stayed close, kept my boner warm for awhile and we both fell asleep
before too long.  I even woke up with a little giggle.

The next day, we took advantage of the tourist attractions.  We roamed
around with other scouts that shared our better judgment.  We toured the Air
& Space Museum, The Natural History Museum, and had started into the Natural
history Museum when everyone lost interests.  A Smithsonian burger and fries
gave us enough strength to head back the vehicles.  HSM Tom and a few of the
boys also toured the Smithsonian restrooms in each Museum, and on multiple
floors.

That night, there wasn't a repeat of the performance.  But there was late
night talk.  We were all tired but we stayed awake and talked over life.
They listened to the things I had to say and asked me questions from sports
to war to love to women and beyond.  Although most of the time, I just
listened to them talk and explain their thinking.  The other four boys from
the adjoining room entered into the conversation.  Jason and Shine (I'm
still not sure if that is his name or a nickname from anything) came in from
the other room and sat on my bed.  Jason eventually worked his way up to
where he way laying in front of Chip, sharing his pillow.  Shine was at the
foot of the bed, he felt more like an old loyal dog sleeping at the foot of
his master.

Chip had moved back and was making contact with me over much of our bodies.
I stayed at an angle to keep my boner for poking him in the butt.  At
sometime, I fell asleep with a couple of the boys still talking softly.
Jason was close to snoring, Chip was solidly out.  I know I got a little
more comfortable just before I fell asleep.  My boner found a nice
unrestricted position below Chip's butt.  I laid my arm across him and my
hand was on Jason's arm.

Apparently, we had kicked Shine out of bed and on to the floor, he slept
alone in his bed in the other room.  I know I had twisted around a few times
in the middle of the night but I ended up in about the same position I
started out as I fell asleep.  Chip had flipped over and his head was right
on my belly.  I was soaking wet from him drooling on me.  Jason was right up
against Chip.  Neither of them under the covers and I think they sought out
the warmth from the other bodies.  I could also feel the definite hardness
of Chip's boner pressing into my leg.

I rose up, headed for the bathroom.  I looked at Jason, and I confirmed his
tented underwear.  He did need to change those today, they had a little
stain, or maybe just a wet spot right at the tip of his dick.  I pissed,
seemed like for 20 minutes, then pulled on shorts and walked out of the
room.  I found enough change in my pocket to buy a single can of coke, for
the price I normally pay for a six pack.  I stood against the rail on the
balcony, my hand all over my dick and balls.  Not really stroking but I was
very tempted to do so.  I was really thinking about all the talk the night
before, all the feelings I had been having, all the things that I had been
staring at, and all the thoughts of potential actions I had swirling in my
head.  Then I had the shit scared out of me by the security guard who came
up to check on me.

That day continued with some tours of the monuments.  I noticed a strange
thing.  Not only did all the other tourist get quiet as they approached the
Viet Nam memorial but so did my entire troop.  None of the fathers said a
thing about being quiet, it just happened.  I took a few moments to look at
the reactions of the boys.  They whispered some questions but were so
conscious of the Wall and the names of the men who had died.  It sent a
shiver through my body.

That visit to the Wall inspired the topic of discussion in my vehicle as we
started the long trek back home.  The boys were serious and concerned as
they talked about the war in Iraq and the potential of having to serve and
go over there.  Some felt a duty to go.  Others were genuinely afraid they
would have to go.  They speculated on the draft.  They challenged each other
on the opinions of the war.  Some believed it was the parents' ideas that
the boys were speaking.  Others had very different ideas from their parents.
  Jason believed he wanted to go, that the war was just and needed.  I know
his mother thought it was all a dick fight, to show which country leader had
the biggest one.

Dinner was fine but it resulted in a minor disaster.  My buddy Mark backed
his trailer in my Excursion.  He didn't realize that the door to the trailer
was open and he drove the handle right through my radiator.  We made it over
to the dealership only to find out that they could help us but not until the
next day.

I know my reaction had encouraged it but Mark and HSM Tom decided that they
needed to move on down the road and keep to the plan of staying back at the
Rashon's that night.   Tom had to get back on time for his work and
apparently the one day was one too many.  I was more than happy to have them
leave me behind with my load of boys.  And the boys were ready to stay with
me.   I promised a movie and another night at a real hotel, with a clean
cool pool.

Forget about seeing Stealth, it just wasn't worth it.  It was good enough
for my seven boys.  I loved the bottomless bags of popcorn.  They weren't
cheap but they went a long way to filling up the nearly bottomless teen boy
stomachs.  And I think they drained the melted butter dispenser in the
lobby.  After the movie, I let them wear their little butts out in the pool.
  They were enough to scare all the other families out of the pool.  And I
had Dominos deliver right to the pool.

Two adjoining rooms meant no rollaway.  Matt and Troy shared the room with
me and Chip.  There was some playing some truth or dare, I left that to the
other room.   We all talked and told stories until I was lifting boys up and
tossing them in the beds.  I'm glad that Jason and Shine were awake enough
to get up, I probably would have thrown a blanket over them.  Everybody
crashed pretty quick.  Chip was quiet and I put my hand on his back and
started to rub and scratch.  He made me give him a back scratch that covered
every inch of his back and repeat a few times.  I was finally able to move
my hand when he started to snore quietly.  It may have been the smaller
group but it was an easy quiet night, finally.

One thing about feeding 7 teen boys all the popcorn and pizza they can eat,
don't limit the next morning to 2 bathrooms.  Not to be too gross but we put
a hell of a strain on those toilets.  If we had been back at camp, we would
have severely damaged those port-a-johns.

We were on our way fairly quickly.  The dealership didn't mess around and
got us in and out quicker than I thought.  We couldn't go to the Rashon's
that night, other campers had plans and while we probably could have
squeezed without anyone noticing us, we decided to get as far as we could.
I had a thought, and I made the boys promise not to talk too much about our
next lodging.  Not that there was anything wrong with it, but I wasn't sure
that the mom's of boy scouts would approve of a casino hotel.

I called my office, had them used some deals and comps and we were set up.
In the middle of the week, the casino did take care of us, a nice 2 bedroom
suite with a living area in between.  Plasma TVs, fridges, even a fruit
basket, a bottle or wine and assorted sodas.  They normally take good care
of me at their other facilities but I think my office did some fast talking.

We roamed the casino, not hanging around enough to get the attention from
the guards.  We watched from the upper level and I got to explain the games
to them.  They all wanted to play poker, they were all experts in Texas Hold
`em.  We ate dinner at the buffet, another good choice, with almost the same
impact the next morning.  Then to the gift shop.  They all had money for
little stuff and there wasn't going to be much chance to buy anything from
here on out.  They bought some T's, handheld games, decks of cards, and
junk.  What I found out later, they also snuck out with a bottle of vodka.
It did appear on my room charge.

I had a suite of well fed, rested, and drinking boys.  After showing some
things with the cards, they started to play poker.  They thought it was too
silly to play strip poker, they had seen each other naked more than with
clothes on and several were already just sitting around in just underwear
anyway.  They blended in their last night game of truth or dare and even
convinced me to play.  As long as I didn't have to do anything illegal,
(improper was to be considered later) and as long as things kept relatively
calm.  Calm enough not to get thrown out of a casino hotel.  It was simple,
5 Card Draw, everybody stays in, the high hand gets to tell the lowest hand
what to do.

There were some pretty good `truths'.  More than I remember as a boy.  They
had some pretty deep things, some I could tell it was from knowing each
other so well.  They played on each others' fears and feelings.  Only Myron
refused to talk about one thing, dealing with his mother.  We are probably
all the better not hearing that one.

I got asked if anything `weird' happened in the bed the last couple of
nights.  I froze with fear.  Chip kicked the boy asking.  I asked for
clarification.  Chip got madder and madder.  I was thinking of all the
possible things.  There were boners on both sides of the bed, there was some
touching, there was a lot of close sleeping.  I was starting to say
something as the boys were laughing and arguing when Myron said, "Did Chip
wet the bed?  That is what he means."

I said of course not.  Then Chip volunteered that when he was little, like 8
or 9, they had a sleep over and his friends did the thing with the warm
water and he pissed the bed.  There was more to the story, about the other
two boys in bed with him, and both thought it was them that did it.  Chip
ended up laughing about it, it was an old joke that they still loved to
bring up.

I won and I asked about the story that I heard part of back at camp, about
the "worst" stuff in the food.  They all swore that it was before any of
them were coming scouting but the story goes that there were two troops who
combined to make the trip.  They took turns cooking.  When one troop got
made at the other, they all pissed in one of the pots of food.  The other
troop ate it.  Well, they found out about it.  The next day, all the other
troop jacked off into the pot.  Then they say one of the scout masters mixed
the pots and they all ended up eating cum.

That story got more of the `truths' to be based on dicks, jacking, girls,
sex, all that good stuff that boys in underwear talk about, hmm.  My friends
would have been doing more dares, pulling out dicks, getting hard, showing
their holes, stuff like that.  These boys stayed away from the dares, for
the most part.  There were a few things that needed a dick to show through
or a comparison of pubic hair.

Several of the boys had been running back and forth to the other room, to
sneak a shot of vodka in their cokes, mountain dews, or 7-ups.  And it was a
hand that Jason went for a shot, that I lost.  I was asked if I was his real
father.  I said no, told them I was married to his mother but only for a
couple of years.  But several of them argued that is not what he meant.
They thought that I was his real father from years ago.  They said we look
alike, talk alike, even walk alike.  Jason came back into the room and they
told him the question and answer.  He slugged the hell out of the boy who
asked and said, "See, I told you!"

But the boys wouldn't give it up.  They made us stand side by side, looked
at the color of our hair,  the shape of our chest hair.  A couple of them
agreed that our nipples even looked exactly the same.  And one said that he
saw our dicks and they even looked the same.  Jason wasn't buying into this
and he dropped his underwear to expose his dick.  I was pretty quick at
letting them see.  But you know, they had a pretty good point, they did look
an awful lot alike.

I will say this, it something that I'm exploring now.

We got away from the game as they tried to piece the time line together.
They asked when was the last time I fucked Jason's mother before we broke
up.  Its not all that impossible.

We had to break things up.  I let the boys get ready for bed. I put some
clothes on and went down to the casino.  My trips to the casinos usually
mean a good long time at the tables, playing good money and sometimes
winning.  I wasn't going to sit down there long.  I could imagine that I
would come back to the room and find Myron fucked to death and all the
others are flopping around the room with cum dripping off their dicks and I
would have to explain that I was playing craps as they humped him to death.
I know that is extreme vision of what could happen but the truth or dare
game got steamy.  I just went to the high roller slot pit and stuffed 100's
into a $25 video poker game.

I really wasn't expecting to win, I just wanted to keep my bet average up
and I was going to have to play high and fast to keep my comp rating.  A
couple of low paying wins was followed by a 5 of a kind, and just a few
hands later I hit 4 deuces.  That is a very good pay out.  I got it to an
even number and cashed out.  I had to wait for a hand pay.  I figured this
trip wasn't going to cost me after all.

It was dark and fairly quiet when I got back to the suite.  The boys who
were awake, wanted to hear how I did and they were very proud of me.  A
couple thought that I should be sharing with them.  I reminded them of the
pizza, popcorn, the bed they were sleeping on...  It was a good laugh.  Jason
came out to the middle room and wanted to talk for a second.  He wanted me
to forget about what the boys said, that it was just bull shit.  He said it
wouldn't be a bad thing to be my real son but it didn't mean anything.  He
stumbled on his words, my thoughts were equally as confused.  It was getting
to be a mess, when I finally said, "Why don't we work on the relationship we
have now and see how we do with that?"  A smile and a hug that popped my
bones, and then he was off to bed.

Chip was waiting for me.  He wanted more back scratching.  We laid there
quietly, my fingernails moving slowly over his back.  He made me look at the
bed next to us.  Matt and Troy were playing something under the covers.
Both there heads were on the pillows but there was plenty of movement under
the covers.  It wasn't as rhythmic as jacking each other off but they had a
hold of each other's junk.  There were some grunts and moans and whimpers.
One a little louder and that got Chip to laugh a little bit.  That stopped
all the movements in the other bed.  There were some whispers and then they
rolled over and went to sleep.  That and rubbing a boy was enough to get me
hard, even if it was just rubbing his back.

I should tell a little more specific about Chip.  He is the son of one of
the wealthiest families in town.  He is actually Charles the 4th.  In the
Family, there was Charles, Charlie, Chas, and now Chip, his mother just
couldn't stand the name Chuck.   His father was as cold as ice when it came
to relationship.  He could make deals for millions, he was honest, at least
in everything I ever had to do with him, but he was just a fish when it came
to being a person.  Chip's mother loved to shop, she loved to get her
picture in the paper working on some charity, or participating on the annual
holiday pageants.  That didn't leave a lot of time or attention to Chip.  He
did have the nicest clothes and toys.  He had a horse, a llama (or alpaca),
and a bedroom suite about the size of most of the other boy's entire houses.
  Chip also went to summer camps, almost all summer, scout camp, private
camps, horse camps, even an acting camp.  Those camps kept Chip busy and
entertained but also at a distance from his parents.  I am guessing at his
home life but I don't know if he gets a hug off camera all year long.

Chip is a beautiful boy.  He has dark black hair that will catch the sun.
It has that texture that you do like to rub your hand through it.  He seems
like he always has a tan.  Those camps keep him outside all the time.  And
his little butt is about as white as can be.  While he has hit puberty,
enough hairs on his dick, his skin is free from zits.  Smooth skin all over
him,  cheeks that are a little chubby, peach fuzz on those cheeks.  He can
bend in about any position and is quick and light as he jumps around.  He
does get teased a little more than average.  I think it's done to try to get
him to smile.  His tan sets off his huge white smile so well.  And he does
smile and laugh when teased more than getting upset.

He is also very warm, especially when snuggling up to get in back scratching
position.  The boys had set the AC as cold as possible and the heat from his
body was welcomed.  I kept scratching his back, I fell asleep a few times
but got nudge back into service.  We heard sleep breathing from the bed next
to us, Matt and Troy were sound asleep.

Chip took my hand and pulled it toward his front.  I continued to move my
fingers.  He pulled my hand down to his underwear.  I pulled my hand away.
He grabbed it again and pulled that way again.  I thought he was kidding at
first but when he was forcing my hand on his dick, I knew he was serious.  I
whispered to him that I couldn't do that.  I told him it wasn't right.  He
whispered back to me, pleading for me to do it.  I kept telling him its
wasn't right and he told me it was, that he was the one who wanted it.  The
whole time he was trying to push my hand on his dick as much as possible.

I quit resisting some.  I left my hand on top of his underwear.  My fingers
moved around and it felt his boner.  His underwear was cottony soft. His
belly was soft, smooth and warm.  But his boner was truly as hard as a rock.
  I went ahead and let my hand play with it.  He was melting in the bed, he
was moving his hips, he was snuggling closer, his breathing was affecting
how I was breathing, his hand slipped back and forth on my belly.  My heart
beat was about go out of control.  I was scared, excited, horny, and how
many other emotions.

Then Chip took my hand again.  He pulled it up and started to slip it under
his waistband.  I tried several times to tell him no.  He was insistent.
And he won.  My fingers found that rockhard, hot dick.  I played with his
wispy pubes, longer than they looked but still just a few of them. I pulled
gently at the hairs and followed them around the side and on his sack.  I
played with the pubes on his balls, pubes that you couldn't really see in
daylight.  The whole time, he was pushing his hips so that his dick could
make contact with some part of my hand.

I took his dick in my fingers.  I was so amazed at how soft the skin was on
his dick and how it slipped over the hardened shaft.  A finger played with
his head.  I felt the wetness of precum and slicked up his head with it.  I
started to stroke his dick.  Chip kept repeating something and I stopped for
a second to ask what he was saying.  He just kept saying, "do that, do that,
do that!"  I had to smile.  A plan came through my mind.  I figured the best
way out of this was to go ahead and jack him off, get him to cum, then do
something about the aching boner in my underwear.  I was loving the way his
dick felt in my hand.

When his chant changed to "yea yea yea yea"  I could tell he was close, that
and his balls were drawn up so that I was hitting them with each stroke.  I
could feel his entire body tense up as he started to shoot.  He made the
cutest little squeaks as the first several shots flowed out of his dick and
down my fingers.  I slowed down and eased him into being still, I squeezed
out the last little bit.  I played for a second by fingering his cum on his
belly.  He moved so that we were spooning.  Then he flipped over quickly and
gave me kiss on the cheek.  He flipped back over, and my dick was sandwiched
between our bodies, enjoying the heat from his body but aching for relief.

My mind kept going over and over what had just happened.  I had fallen
asleep a little bit.  It may have been an hour later, maybe 3 hours, when I
felt his hand grab mine.  He pulled it right back to his underwear.  I went
ahead and slid my hand underneath.  I felt him shudder and shiver as my
finger touched his boner.  And he was completely hard again.  I let my hand
play around in his underwear.  I felt where his cum had dried in his pubes
and on his underwear.  I pulled on the cum in his hair.  He didn't
particularly think that felt that good and I got thinking that if I pulled
and hair came with it, I might pull out most of his pubes.

I was stroking his fast.  I did reach down and play with his balls several
times.  I know I timed it out great at least once, he was so ready to cum
and I pulled on his balls.  Those balls were great too, hard and perfect
shaped.  I finally just kept stroking and again his whole body was cuming.
I felt it all slide down my hand.  I finally pulled my hand out of his
underwear, he was still a little hard but nothing like he was to start with.

I was waiting for him to fall asleep, I planned on getting up and going into
one of the bathrooms and jacking.  Then I felt him moving.  I felt his hand
run up my leg, towards my underwear.  His hand went up through the leg
opening.  Fingers were flicking and moving all my good parts down there.  It
felt like I had a huge itch and I need his fingers to scratch it for me.  I
moved around just enough to get his fingers on the best feeling spots.

His fingers found all the precum.  He asked me if I had cum already.  I
whispered that it was just precum, like he had.  I don't think he understood
precum, even if he did have it.  He played with the head of my dick.  It
felt like he was trying to stick his finger in the piss hole.

Then he told me to roll on my side.  He snuggled up good against me and then
reached around.  He pulled my underwear and away.  Then he started to jack
me.  It took a little bit to get him to use a full stroke, what he was
practicing on was not the big.  But I was really getting into it.  At one
point, I had to scratch my nose.  When I did, I smelled all of Chip's cum on
my fingers.

Then it was something out of my own teen days.  I had gone forever not
coming and I was ready to explode.  I tried to squeeze and keep it in but I
felt my cum shoot out.  I swear it was coming out so fast that you could
hear it.  Chip quit stroking at the right time, before I was too sensitive
to let him touch me.  But he also played with my cum.  He was especially
interested in rubbing my cum on my balls.  He even tried to force a few
fingers behind my balls.  I did pull his hand out.

And again, he reached up and gave me a kiss, more on the lips, and for much
longer and with really pressing hard against my face.  And as he stopped the
kiss, he whispered "thanks" and "I love you".  I took it as part of the heat
of the moment, I repeated it back to him, not really thinking.  And we were
asleep in almost no time.

I did take an opportunity to feel the front of his underwear as the wake up
time approached.  The whole front was stiff and had that great cum smell.

After I got all the boys awake, found the empty bottle of vodka, and
realized I was waking up hung over teens, we headed for breakfast.  I wasn't
rushing, they were hungry again.  They all got eggs the way they wanted,
waffles made hot, bacon and sausage, or for Myron, a hamburger patty.

They were down to their last set of semi-clean clothes, although I think the
underwear had been the same for days. I knew I had to make it back to town
that day.  It was a long but loud and active trip back.  Long hard laughs.
An occasional need to open all the windows.  Some stories being repeated of
what they had just gone through.   And thoughts of getting back home.

It also had a lot of people thinking.  What was I going to do with Chip.  I
can not leave it like it ended that night.  I just need to go out to his
house and rip him away from his parents and get him some of the loving and
other human emotions he needs.  And Jason and I have been doing a little
talking.  And he asked his mom some questions that I know are surrounding
who his father really is.  I have been believing it more and more.  I am
tempted to taking us to a DNA clinic.

And HSM Tom didn't approve of things I told him but he really wasn't too
upset.  He told me how much he appreciated all I had done and really
appreciated letting him go ahead and leaving me behind.  He also let me keep
the Scout Master shirt!