Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2006 15:36:30 -0600
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: what a trip 13

Just when things seemed to be settling into place, along comes life.  I got
distracted by work, I actually had to something to earn my keep.  I did
avoid having to wear a tie, the most foul piece of a man's wardrobe.  I sure
did rack up some miles for frequent flier points.  It has been the most I've
been away from the house since I became an instant family man.  It used to
be my biggest worry when I was away from the house was any package left for
me by the post office.  Its why I always make sure my carrier gets a little
something at Christmas.  She has taken very good care of me over the years.
Now, I worry about the safety of my wife and boys, but mostly just flat out
miss them.

I will brag a little here.  It seems that I am fertile, my little guys can
swim.  My wife developed a deep desire for a little girl during the holiday
visits from her sisters and nieces.  She and I took advantage of every time
we got alone to try to make a baby.  It wore my ass out.  I had no sperm
left in my balls, not a drop of semen to be had.  I was walking with a limp
and felt like I had been riding horses for days.  While she won't let me
tell anybody, she is sure she is pregnant.  As to being a girl, its going to
be awhile before we find that out.

My boys have been a handful.  Lance and I were really doing good before the
holidays.  He was looking for me to actually do some parenting and being
very accepting of it.  We were also getting to be better friends as well.
Then he went to visit his father.  His older brother wanted nothing to do
with it.  I was very willing to pay for the flight, take him to the airport,
and whatever else he needed to make the trip.  I stayed out of the
discussions with his mother about the sanity of the trip.  The trip ended up
being cut very short.  I picked up a fuming miserable 13 year old just a
couple of days after he left.  I took some of his anger and just let it
slide off of me.  I didn't try then to find out what had happened, I knew he
would get over it, just give him time.  I've gotten to know him well enough
to know that if you try to steer him in any direction, he will resist and
just make it harder.

Little by little I saw the happiness reappear.  He got back into the routine
with his friends and family.  And he did make good on a promise he made not
long after he came back.  Before he went to visit his father, I bought him a
gift card from one of his favorite restaurants.  The idea was for him to be
able to treat his father to a dinner.  His father didn't want anything to do
with it.  When he came back, Lance asked me if he could take me out and use
the card on us.  I did like the idea very much.

Lance and I had not spent that much time alone together.  The short drives
while I took him or picked him up from some activity were fine but even
those were a little awkward and always fairly quiet.  The times spent at
home with just the two of us, the TV did most of the discussion.  I was a
little apprehensive about the date.

Somehow, it was the most enjoyable time I had ever spent with Lance.  He
quickly assumed the lead role, asking for our table, conversing with the
waitress, and making sure she knew that he had the card to pay for it all.
We had a good table so that we could see the restaurant but it was private
enough to provide comfort.  In a very short time, Lance was all smiles and
laughs.  I love his smile, its big and toothy and his whole face lights up.
His smile is a little crooked.  Its just that his eye-teeth are set back, a
little crowded and make a little gap.  I actually think that it makes for a
great unique smile, especially when I can get him to smile.  I joked along
with him more to see him react than for his enjoyment.   He laughed and
twisted and acted like a kid.  I saw a kid I liked.  It made me think back
to what I would have thought about Lance if I were his age.  I felt like I
would have been one to enjoy his company, to seek him out to have him lead
the fun, and want to be his friend.  I could picture who he would be in
relation to me.  He probably be a little cooler than me.

As we joked and had a good time, we started to talk a little more.  Still
nothing too deep or serious but more about what he was thinking.  It was the
kinds of things that excite him or what he wanted to do next summer, or when
he was old enough to drive, or to run off to college.  There was a spark in
his voice and a glow in his eyes.  I could see the teen, or high school or
even college student he was becoming.  As he moved his hand or took a breath
and held his head a certain way, he looked to be maturing in front of me.  I
knew he wasn't a little boy but he seemed to be poised to leap into
adulthood at any second.

At one point, he launched into a monologue, describing the silliness of the
conflicts occurring in his life.  My mind went to thinking where he was
going in life and who he would turn into.  I hope he didn't say anything too
important, I paid no attention to his talking as I was thinking of his
future.

When Lance moved in with me, I tried not to talk down to him but I found
myself doing just that several times.  There were times that I could tell
his mind was just not processing what I was saying.  I think we both felt
frustrated when I had to talk to him like a kid.  That night, the
conversation was easy.  I never felt like I talked down to him, well, other
than to joke around.   At times,  he sounded as mature as anybody at my
office.  I got to talk to him and he was interested in what I was saying.  I
told him stories that I have told friends for years, so I was pretty good at
stressing the good parts.  I also found myself talking about family and
life.   It surprised me when he agreed with me and even offered a little
analysis on a couple of my thoughts.

We were both disappointed when we had to leave.  I thanked him for `buying'
me dinner and he handled the whole payment very well, including figuring the
tip.  The boy ain't cheap when it comes to tipping.  Our conversation
continued on the ride home and continued in the den after he had properly
reported the events to his mother.  The night ended with him falling asleep
on the couch.  I wasn't about to disrespect him by carrying him to his bed.
I would have done that a week earlier, he just seemed to big for that.

Life got good with Lance, for a while.  Then it started with trying to get
his butt out of bed each morning.   It was getting harder and harder to get
him up and going.  If I could get him up and in the shower, we made it.
There were mornings that there was no time left to get him cleaned up.  I
really thought the most preferred way to get him up and going was to use a
broom stick up his butt.  Stick it up there, move him under the shower,
scrub him around, and finally shake him off the stick when he woke up.  I
wasn't his favorite person on school mornings.
I thought he always liked school but he sure wasn't thrilled about going.  I
would occasionally get to hear some of his problems.  I can remember being
at that age and the troubles that come with it.  Life, and his body are
changing for him. He mostly confides in his mother.  He would probably be
more upset by me calling him a momma's boy more than anything I could say
about him.  It is true though.  He will snuggle up to her when she sits on
the couch.  Tell her stories of what has been going on in his life.  Stay
close to her and keep the physical contact.  I don't want to suggest
anything sexual between them.  That relationship is becoming strained too.
I know there are things he won't and can't tell her.  He has a new
confidant, Chip.

Lance formally joined the scouts.  He was doing more and more with them and
this has allowed him to participate in the big events.  And I sat through a
week of evening training and discussions just so I could be formally an
assistant scout leader.  I think they still just want me for my vehicle!

Chip spends a whole hell of a lot of time here.  He will hang with Jason or
Lance, preferring Lance.  He sure doesn't mind hanging with just me either.
He also is the cause of the biggest upset in my recent life.  Chip has
stayed over so many times that it has become a very casual request or even a
statement that he was sleeping over to me or their mother if he can stay.  I
didn't think anything about it when Lance asked if Chip could stay.  It was
well into the week when I did find it a little unusual that he was still
here.  But then, there have been mornings that he wandered into the kitchen
when I had no idea he was here.

I got a call in the middle of the day from Chip's father.  He asked if I was
going to be home for a while and I told him I was working from here so I
would be.  It was the first thing that ticked me off when he more or less
told me to stay, making it sound like if he was going to bother to come see
me, I had better be here.  Out of courtesy, I would have stayed but it was
the order he gave that riled me up.

I heard a car pull up.  I looked out and recognized Chip's mother.  She just
sat out in the car, but she did have her face in the mirror and adjusting
the paintworks, like normal.  She stayed there for at least a half an hour
before Chip's father showed.  When I knew him as a kid, he would stomp
around like everybody else was in his way and he deserved an open path to
where ever he was going.  He got out of his car and had that same look.

The conversation started out a little tense but nothing to really piss me
off.  Then when he asked me if I thought I could just take his child, he
said it in such a way that I could feel the blood rush to my head.  What
happened next was a ridiculous argument in which he accused me of stealing
Chip.  I even argued some points that I don't even believe myself but I was
just that mad.  He got cranked up and accused my kid into making his a fag,
questioning whether I could produce a kid of my own and other such idiotic
bullshit.  I had enough, I was just going to slam the door on him and go
steam.  Chip's mother stepped in and brought a little sense to what was
going on.

It got me calmed down and I told them that I had no idea that Chip was
actually living here.  I would send his butt home as soon as they returned
from school.  His mother was trying to make peace and at the same time, it
seemed to me that she wasn't nearly as anxious to get Chip back home.  After
all the arguing, Chip was going to stay, at least for the next few days.

Chip hasn't moved in, at least permanently, but he might as well have.  He
no longer borrows Lance's clothes, he has his own area in the closet and I
put his underwear and socks in his own drawer.  I think he is spending 4
nights of the week over here.  He eats dinner with us, goes with me and the
boys on weekend adventures, and struggles to get up for school with Lance.
He is even getting into the family scrapbook.

It was an easy Saturday morning and my wife and I were up and just lazing
around.  I went to check on Lance, more to see if we had Chip as a guest.  I
looked in on them and they were sound asleep in the same bed.  They were
face to face and as tight as two people can get.  Arms were draped over each
other and their faces were mashed together.  The sheets cover only from
about the waist down and their feet were exposed and were all tangled up.  I
thought it was a cute enough scene that I had to get my wife.  She brought
out the camera and got a few shots that really are cute.

It was the Monday morning that followed when I collected the sheets for the
laundry that I found a little surprise.  Mixed in the sheets was a pair of
undies that could have been either boys'.  It was the wet cum deposits on
both the inside and out that had me smiling.  It looked like the inner cum
was put there while being worn.  It was a little hard to tell if the other
one was there from cleaning up or while still on the other boy.

Most mornings are a little bit of a struggle getting them out of bed and
heading for school.  Even after I get them out of bed, they play around in
the bathroom so long that they just barely make out the door in time.  I
have listened a few times, mostly yelling through the door to tell them to
hurry.  I have heard them laugh at each other as they enjoy the faces each
other makes.  I have also heard them grunting and groaning while both of
them in the shower.

One morning, after I woke them up and had them moving, I had to get on a
conference call.  The call wasn't long but enough that when I went back to
check on the boys, they were back asleep.  It was already past time for them
to leave and it was a scramble to get them up and going.  They got clothes
on, dragged a comb through their hair, and loaded into the car.  I was going
to drive them to school in hopes of getting them there on time.  We were a
few blocks away when I knew it wasn't going to work.  The smell of cum was
just too strong.  It smelled like they had been bathing in it all night
long.

I told the boys that I couldn't do it to them, I had to take them back home.
  When they questioned why, I had to tell them they just stunk.  They
smelled their own pits, sampled their own breaths, and just sniffed the air.
  Only when I separated them did I tell Chip that they smelled like cum.  He
looked pleased and proud of that accomplishment.

I chased Lance into his own bathroom but I got Chip into mine.  There just
wasn't time for them to be playing like usual.  As I went in to get him a
towel, he was scrubbing on his dick and balls.  I made a comment about how
he needed to get that clean.  Then had to tell him to wash it, not stroke
it.  As he got dried off and headed back to his room, my wife lifted her
head from the bed and caught a glimpse of his naked butt running out of the
room.  She said, "Oh good, now I got naked boys running around my room."

I know what also draws Chip to this house is not only Lance and the playing
around they do, its all the pure physical contact that is almost always
present here.  I know there is not much contact, hugging or anything else in
his household.  My boys enjoy it and seek it out.  Jason has really outgrown
it but Lance is still enjoying leaning against his mother when they sit and
watch TV or do homework on the couch.  Even when it is just Lance and Jason,
they will occupy the same space on the couch that easily accommodates three
people.

Lance had incorporated me more and more into his space.  He will
occasionally choose to sit right next to me when there are other options.
When Chip flops down by my side, I can usually count on Lance snuggling in
as close on the other side of me.  I have had thoughts about where were they
when we had all those cold winters.  I sure do stay warm when they are
there.

More than once, Chip has solicited a little more personal touch from me.
The boys had settled in on Friday evening.  Lance and Jason had spread out
on the couch, leaving me with the love seat.  Chip scrambled up to sit
beside me.  It was a cold and drizzly night.  A blanket felt good pulled on
top of us.

I fed us all, got a DVD, (by the way, don't bother with War of the Worlds),
and it was going to be just a guy night.  My wife was having to work another
reception at the hotel.  Only a few minutes into the movie, Chip moved my
hand to his groin.  We were all down to t-shirts, socks, and underwear, not
unusual in this house, especially at night.  I didn't do anything with my
hand, I just let it sit there, although I could feel his dick harden.

Then he took my hand, lifted his underwear and slid my hand in.  I felt his
boner tenting out his undies and it seemed to be a ten degree difference in
temperature inside those undies.  I played with his dick as he snuggled in.
I did a little stroking but just slow and easy.  My fingers found his balls
and I played around until I freed his scrotum from between his legs.

When I would use one finger to scratch right under his dick head, he would
make a little noise, somewhere between and squeak and a growl.  When I
fondled his balls, it was more like a cat's purring.  When I would stroke
his shaft, it would create very uneven breathing.

I would occasionally remove my hand to get a drink or adjust the volume or
to scratch my nose.  The scent on my hand was warm and musky.  I could smell
the day's build up of odors on my hand.  That scent would linger long after
Chip would pull my hand right back into his undies.  The movie lasted a
little over two and an intermission to allow Lance to piss.  All but a few
short moments was my hand allowed to be outside of Chip's undies.

As the `dramatic' end was building, I began to stroke Chip a little more
aggressively.  He was whispering, "please, please, please, oh god, please,
please, oh shit" as he was getting closer to shooting.  He was also pressing
his body into mine, more so as he got closer.  I could tell he was extremely
close when his balls just about disappeared inside of him.  I stopped
stroking.  He immediately looked up at me.  I smiled. He grabbed my leg and
squeezed the hell out of it.  It made me jump, but it was also the right
time in the movie.  I was a little proud of myself but I went right back to
the stroking.

It wasn't long before Chip was shooting.  I held my hand over he top of his
dick and felt each hot shot spurt into my hand.  I felt the waves of orgasm
flow through his body.  That was an interesting and warm feeling.  I kept my
hand inside of his undies.  I rubbed the cum all over his balls and dick.
His pubes soaked up a lot of it.  I was gentle and slow and before long, I
could hear the breathing that told me he was asleep. I kept playing with his
warm soft dick for a little longer.

After watching TV a little longer, Jason and Lance were passed out on the
couch.  I let them sleep there, not too uncommon for a weekend.  I got up
and turned Chip so he could sleep on the loveseat.  I did have to go jack to
get some relief, and I did about the same thing to my balls and dick with my
cum as I did with Chip to him.