Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 22:24:06 -0500
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a trip , part 6

I planned the trip for me.  I wanted to treat myself.  I also wanted the
boys to enjoy something.  I used all those reasons to justify the cost of
the trip.

I've had a yard full of camper trailers for a couple of weeks now.  I was
transporting campers to the hurricane ravaged Gulf Coast.  These trailers
are apparently bought and paid for but the group that ordered them can't
take delivery of them now.  It doesn't sound like they will ever want them
but they don't seem to care about getting their money back.  I think they
have been paid for them already by the primary response organizations.

I've let my boys use them to have sleepovers and such.  I hosted about half
the scout troop one night.  I'm not sure if any of the beds in the camper
were used that night, they sure weren't used long enough to get warmed up.
But I wanted to get some use out of them.  My bud had absolutely no problem
with me using one for the weekend, he figured it was a little compensation
for me for allowing them to be stored on our ranch.  These things don't look
much different then when I got to use them when I was a kid but they sure
are more comfortable.  The beds are nice, they all have microwaves, space
for storage and the bathrooms are not that bad.  The showers are a little
tight, I think I got to use the same spray of  water on both sides of me
before it squeezed all the way down to the drain.

I bought the tickets before I even asked the boys.  And before I asked the
wife.  I didn't figure that she would want to go, but I had 4 tickets, just
in case.  I knew I could get a kid to take me up on that 4th ticket.   She
wasn't interested and was really thrilled to get us out of the house for a
weekend.  And she really is enjoying the growing relationship I am building
with her boys.  I'm getting to be good buds with my step-sons.  And it
didn't take much to get Chip to go.  I should have asked Jason, he would
have preferred to have one of his better friends go but I know he didn't
mind it too much.

I got the tickets to the University of Texas and Oklahoma University game,
the Red River Shootout, from a client of mine.  He hates both schools but he
used to have a client of his own who used to cream his jeans whenever he got
an opportunity to get the tickets.  My client always made it seem like it
was a big huge deal to get the tickets.  He would make his guy sweat it out,
make him wonder if he actually could get the tickets.  He would tell his guy
that he would go ahead and guarantee his hotel room and pay for it if the
tickets didn't show up.  To show how much he cared for his client, he would
make the reservations at a 5-star hotel in Dallas, and make that a suite.
The deal was that he would pay the room if his client couldn't go because of
the lack of tickets.  It really meant that his client had to spend big bucks
on the room.  My client's company is a sponsor of the game and is guaranteed
tickets each year.  He would have the tickets in hand a month before the
game.

I couldn't ask my client to let me just have them, so I paid face value for
them.  Still pretty high.  I think the price printed on the ticket is just
there to impress the recipient of the free tickets.  It is a significant
amount of money for a short lease on a very small parcel of real estate.
Damn those seats are tight.

Then I bought Dallas Cowboy tickets on the internet.  I know Mr. Jones, the
team owner, loves his money.  Somebody else is making a lot of money on his
team and tickets.  I paid just over 3 times the face value for those
tickets.  The seller even made me pay extra for the parking pass.  And
neither of those covered the admission to the party in the tent before the
game.

I packed on Friday.  I stocked the trailer with a good assortment of manly
foods, snacks and meat.   I got done early but then I was like a kid before
Christmas, I wanted to go right then.  I could barely make myself wait for
the boys to get out of school so we could go.  We started driving and the
boys were full of questions.  I would explain a little but I really just
wanted them to experience it all.  I would only hint at some of the things
they could do once we got there.  I did go over the schedule.  I don't plan
that much but the games made it necessary.  Friday we would get established
at the campground, it would take all afternoon to get there.  Saturday we
would go do a little of the State Fair before the game, and then if we could
stand it, go do some more after the game.

I was surprised that this was the first time any of them would be going to
the Fair.  When I was growing up, the question was "when are you going to
the Fair?" not "are you going to the Fair?".  They do have so much other
stuff going on that I can understand it a little.  By the time the Fair
actually opened up, I have my corny-dog expectation up to about 20.  These
are huge corny-dogs, but are so very good.  I figure they are responsible
for all the fried foods they have now, fried Snickers, fried Twinkies, fried
marshmallows (ya know, after frying a marshmallow, there ain't much left).

The cost of the gasoline to get there was the first big expense but when you
drive a huge SUV like I do, you just have to give in and not worry about the
price.  Besides, the entertainment and knowledge I got from listening to the
boys on the trip was well worth it.  They were excited, and talked
constantly, they got a little into some secrets and personal jabs, but it
was still early for deep thoughts.

The Fair took a good chunk out of wallets.  The boys brought money with
them, I made them save some for the next day.  I just didn't think they
would NEED that much the first day.  But we did come home with $10 stuffed
animals, $3 whistles, and an assortment of other junk.  I did pull a lot of
money out of my wallet and contributed to the fun.  I stood back and watched
the 3 of them play but there were also the times that I got right in there
with them.  I loved seeing the smiles, and hearing the laughter.  I saw more
teeth and sparkling eyes in those smiles than I think is legal.   There was
some of the teen boy challenges going on, but most of those challenges were
directed at me to get me involved in the games on the midway.  BTW, I can
still shoot those ratty little BB guns.  Once I set the standard of punching
the stars out and winning, they had to try to match me.  I could have bought
the entire rack of prizes for what I spent on supporting their efforts.

The game was great.  It started cool and rainy that day but turned out to be
near perfect.  We watched and cheered for state pride as UT stomped on OU
from start to finish.  The boys were up and down getting food and exploring
the stadium.  Not that much to explore, a few food vendors, a couple of
booths selling t's and caps, and an extremely limited number of restrooms.
I would swear that somebody shrunk the entire stadium from when I was a kid.
  Montana and Theisman may have made it seem like a whole lot bigger.

I was grateful for having Chip and Lance on either side of me.  I spread out
a little and took up some of their room.  It didn't matter all that much on
Chip's side, he was leaning on me the entire game.  He was into the game but
he let some of the game go by with taking the opportunity for a back
scratch.  During a slow period, I'm sure they were showing a commercial on
TV, I reached up under his shirt and started scratching his back.  He does
love that and he bent over, pulled his shirt up to this neck and let me
scratch his back for an entire offensive series.  People around us were
amused by how much he was enjoying it.  The man on the other side of him
told me that `my son' was enjoying way too much.  Chip enjoyed the "my son"
comment more than anything.

Chip ended up taking off his shirt, followed by Lance and Jason, and they it
seemed like any male under 25 around us lost theirs quickly after that.  It
resulted in a little bit of sunburn, that required a stop on the way home
for some aloe and some more rubbing that night.  I did notice Lance's
development was at that point where his nipples were puffy.  I had heard
Chip say something about boy tits giving milk, and he got a punch from
Lance.  So, I have no doubt that they were exploring that.  During the game,
I had a huge urge to reach over and give one of his nipples a little twist.

I should have talked about that morning in the trailer.  This is one of the
nicer campers, it has 5 separate beds, not including the table that can make
into bed.  So, everyone had their own bed.  I actually thought about using
one of the others, just to put two boys in tight quarters, and see what
would happen.  Anyway, it was early morning.  The camp was pretty quiet for
an urban RV park.  I was still pretty much asleep but I was feeling a
strange rhythm.  I thought for a minute that it was just the generator, but
couldn't understand why it was so rough.  Then I remembered that I had
plugged into shore power.   I lifted my head and looked down the length of
the trailer.  Then I saw Lance's head poke out of the bed, then Chip's.

For a moment, we were all confused by what was going on.  I was trying to
listen for a noise, I was considering getting up and looking outside.  That
would mean that my boner would be in plain site of the boys, at least 2 of
them.  And that is when I got thinking about the location of Jason.  And
Lance then pointed to the bathroom door.  And Chip immediately understood.
He made the jacking motion and pointed to the bathroom door.  Both Chip and
Jason looked at me, pointed to Lance's empty bed, and then to the bathroom
door.  I could see the dim light glinting off their huge smiles.  I smiled
myself and kept from laughing.  They were fighting laughing, with little
giggles, and squeaks.  We all enjoyed the rhythm of Jason jacking in the
bathroom, he was shaking the entire trailer, even with the stability legs
set.

The boy does have good rhythm.  And he got a little faster, and did a little
bit of grunting as he got close.  Then, we could all tell when he was
shooting.  Lance got up and grabbed the handle to the door, he was going to
open it right at his brother's most vulnerable position.  I waved him back
and motioned for him to be quiet. A little quiet flush and Jason appeared.
He was still a little boned up and tenting his white briefs.  He appeared to
be very satisfied with himself and he slipped back into bed.  I think he was
asleep again by the time the other two boys couldn't help but laugh.  But
hell, I was really needing to jack right then as well.

That evening, we cooked.  It wasn't so much an attempt to save money, the
meat I bought was not cheap but it did not disappoint either.   I was really
looking forward to cooking out.  I made sure the campsite had a good grill,
I got the good charcoal, mixed up my favorite rub, my mouth was watering
when we started the drive back the park.  I made it into a teaching
opportunity.  I had to boys prepare their own steaks.  I lectured on the
proper way to limit the number of turns, the horrors of using a fork to
pierce the meat after it had been seared, the advantages of the different
areas of coals, and taunted them with the anticipation of eating one of the
best pieces of meat that ever went into their young boy mouths.

Steak like that is just too good for beer or anything wimpier, a good
bourbon was the right thing to accompany it.  And the boys got a little
taste of the bourbon.  Not enough to make them as giddy as they became but
it probably had something to do with the rub, it has a few things in it to
get the juices flowing.

It was a perfect night to cook.  We sat outside, with the grill acting as a
campfire, the heat from it was actually nice and needed.  We talked about a
variety of things.  Although it started with talk of the day's game and the
potential for the next day's game, it got into one of the deepest
conversations that I have ever had with my step-sons.  They challenged me on
some things, I think they were surprised at the honestly of my answers.  I
was interested in many things they spoke about themselves and wanted to ask
some questions but I didn't want to put them into bad positions.

I learned that Jason had a chance to do the nasty with a girl, about 6
months before they all moved in me.  He had her pants down, his dick was
out, apparently he didn't undo his belt, just unzipped and pulled it out.
He knocked something off the nightstand while he was searching for a rubber
and that got his mom to come in and see what the noise was in a supposedly
empty room.  It sounded like his mom handled it pretty good.

There were so many threads of conversation going on.  I didn't want it to
end but the fresh air and all the activity of the day caught up with all of
us and we were heading for bed.  Chip had become quiet as the discussion
went along.  He was so quiet that I thought he might have fallen asleep but
I could see the lights reflecting in his eyes and knew he was awake.  He let
the boys go in and he stayed in his chair as I picked up and secured things.
  I put my hand on his shoulder and asked if he was going to bed.  I could
feel that he was crying.  He was sunken in the chair, jacket collar up
around his face, hands stuck deep in the jacket pockets.

After asking the questions about whether he was alright, and getting nothing
more than shrugs and head shakes, I asked him to come sit with me on a bench
a little ways from the trailer.

We sat on the bench, he leaned against me, under my arm, I was happy to feel
the heat from his little body.  I took some time to settle him down to where
he could talk.  It took him a while to get it out but I let him take his
time and did what I could to make it easy.  I haven't done this stuff very
much, I skipped all the little kid nurturing and got teen boys before I knew
what hit me.  The first thing he talked about was how I and the boys were
all talking, not me telling them what to do, but talking and listening.  And
Chip had been in that conversation, and he said he knew he was.  He said
that when he asked a question, that I not only told him what I thought was
the answer but got him to tell us what he thought, and what Lance and Jason
thought.  Chip said it was like I was taking them seriously.

Then he told me that he watched me get up and get all of them a coke.  I
didn't quite get the meaning and it took some time to get it out of him.  He
said that I could have told one of them to get me a drink, or just put it on
the table for them, or just not get it at all.  And it was when I really
didn't need one but I just did it to be nice.  And he saw Jason do the same
thing a little bit later.  I still didn't quite get it, or realize why it
was important but he explained that it showed that we were all equal and not
just there for serving each other or a necessary thing to feed.  It was hard
for him to explain, and even now I'm struggling.  But I do understand.

He then got into some self pity but cut himself off.  I tried to say the
right things, I hadn't expected anything this serious.  I told him he was
right there in the conversation and everything that went on.  He said that
just made it worse, or as he said, better.  He got pretty animated and
tossed his hands around as he said that he felt like he was human,  that he
found where he wanted to be, and that this was the perfect night.

We sat there for awhile, quiet and getting colder.  The conversation eased
up and I finally got him to go inside and warm up.  Chip was in a much more
stable but I was feeling shaky.  When we got inside, I could hear the heavy
breathing of both Lance and Jason, letting me know that they were sound
asleep.  I was undressing and thinking about what just happened when Chip
appeared in just jeans and socks.  He whispered to me, asking if he I would
scratch his back one more time.  I said sure but he disappeared.  He came
back in just his briefs and crawled up on my bed.  It was cool and he was
shivering and I arranged the sleeping bag and sheets to cover most of him
and still let me get access to his back.

He was a little potent, after running around at the Fair and game, he
smelled like it.  It was a good mixture of sweat and musk.  I have noticed
that smell more and more around my house.  Its what happens when the boys'
hormones start popping right and left.  As I moved the covers, that scent
would waft up and hit my nose.  I was breathing it in deeply.

I scratched his back, swore that he was asleep a couple of times, but he had
me continue.  I worked on the area just about his underwear waist band, it
made him shiver a little.  My fingers barely touched his butt.  He lifted up
and pulled his underwear down below his butt.  I let my hands rub and
massage his butt, each cheek would fill my hand.  It just felt like pure
lithe muscle.  Chips hand escaped from underneath him and he placed it right
on my boner.  I immediately said "let's not do this".  He just shook his
head and let me keep scratching and massaging.  Then he did pass out.  I let
his body warm mine for a little bit as I slid in bed beside him.  I did get
up and carry him to his own bed.

It did just about kill me getting there.  The boys filled every inch of
floor and counter with clothes, shoes, or stuffed animals.

The next morning started out without the rhythmic motion alarm clock.  Lance
and Chip did have some smart ass comments that were veiled enough that Jason
wasn't aware he was being picked on.  I had planned on me doing the cooking,
I even had my granny's old iron skillet.  It made the best bacon and eggs.
I would wake up early at granny's, just to wait for her to cook in that
skillet.  She told me that she remembered her mother cooking in that pan and
she took it when she got married and needed something to cook with.  The
boys took turns making their own eggs after the bacon was cooked.  Chip and
I shared a huge smile as he brought me a plate that he just cooked up.  I
was almost too choked up to eat.  He loved doing it for me.

The RV park had gotten much emptier.  All the UT and OU fans were headed
home.  There were a few RVs still around but it made the park's shower much
more attractive than the trailer shower.  And the boys had already called
their turns in the shower.  I stepped into the trailer to get a towel and
such when Jason stepped out of the bathroom.  I had been bent over and I
looked up and saw about 7 inches of limp dick flopping in my face.  He
looked huge.  I was wondering if he had jacked in the shower and we all had
missed it.

I went on to the showers, I was taking my time, not too worried about
conserving water.  I didn't have to worry about filling the waste water
tank.  I had a head of shampoo when I felt something in front of me, it
brushed against my dick.  And I heard the shower curtain rings squeak.  I
reached out and felt a young body.  Without opening my eyes, I could tell it
was Chip just from the feel of his muscles.  I expressed my surprised,
washed the shampoo from my face and looked down at him.  The first thing I
really noticed was his boner on full hard.  Mine was intending to get that
way.

Chip explained that the shower was plenty big enough for us to share.  There
were also four other stalls completely empty.  I kept my distance, as we
shared soap, but my dick was determined to grow and it kept brushing against
Chip's body.  I had him face away from me as I worked the shampoo into his
hair.  He was moving back and forth and rubbing his back on my boner.  Then
I noticed that he was also in full stroke.  I told him that he needed to
cool it but he told me that he had to and it was no big deal.  He didn't
mind me being there when he did it.

I watched his hand fly back and forth.  I kept my hands in his hair the
entire time.  His jacking motion was getting his body to rub against my
boner.  I watched about 5 squirts of cum fly out of his dick.  I washed the
shampoo from his hair as he leaned back against me.  His hands snuck behind
him and played with my balls.  He started to stroke me.  I convinced him not
to do it, and yet he convinced me to stroke my own.  I had to do it, and it
was probably the only way to get out of the shower.

Its been a long time since I just jacked off for somebody to watch me.  It
felt good, he didn't mind when my cum hit him.  I felt happy yet guilty as
well.  Coming out of the shower, I had to wait for him to use my towel, he
didn't even think about bringing his, or clean undies, etc.

The Cowboys game was even better than the UT game.  They blew the Eagles
away.  We got there plenty early, parked in the good lot thanks to the
parking pass.  We did eat some wings, Hooters wings.  The boys were
delighted by all the attention the Hooters girls were giving them.  It did
cost me a little more as they had to get another order, they were sold.
The band in the tent sucked.  They might have been good but the volume was
way too loud.  There were also plenty of little tents set up around the
stadium that sold all the good Cowboys stuff.  We had to get the Pluck the
Iggles shirt, and some more traditional gear.  The boys decided that it
would be best if I used my money for those things, and let them keep their
money for food.

They explored the stadium right up until the kickoff.  They enjoyed the
game.  They got up to get nachos, popcorn, peanuts, Pepsi, and I think one
of everything else.  Then watched most everything, it was a quick trip to
the stands and even closer to the pisser.

We decided to celebrate.  We went back to camp, all of us took another
shower, in the RV shower room.  It was a lot like high school locker room
showers, just with separate stalls.  We all dried off in the main area.  I
was watching their faces more than other parts of their bodies and I saw
they were interested in what I had between my legs.  I don't necessarily
keep it a secret at the house, there just isn't an opportunity for them to
see me.  Chip was checking us all out.

We ate out, a big ol' sports bar.  TVs hung up all over the place.  It was
hard to concentrate on any of the screens.  I know the game was supposed to
be good but I had enough football for that day.

The trip back the next morning was nice and quiet.  We slept until we woke
up.  Jason did wake everyone up at about 5 that morning, in the same way as
Saturday.  The rest of us enjoyed it and went back to sleep.  We stopped a
few times on the way back. more to just see something interesting or take a
break.  Hauling that trailer is not the funnest thing to do.  But it sure
did make for a fun weekend.  And it really didn't cost that much.