Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 22:12:28 -0500
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a trip , part 4

I was always told that shopping was a rough sport but its been the products
purchased that has caused pain.  And one thing leads to another and another,
and now I go to find a place to store it all.

I tried to do something a little more mainstream with my new buddy Chip.
During an evening when he came over to visit with my stepsons, as I was
scratching his back, I suggested a wholesome experience.  It could even lead
to another merit badge for the scouts.  If nothing else, I would have
another couple of hunting buds, another excuse to go hunting.

I had planned to take Chip and Jason to the gun show this weekend.  I
thought I could even entice my younger boy Lance to go with us.  Lance and
Jason had been thrilled when their granddad gave them a tour of his gun
collection.  Lance came right out and asked if he could have or at least use
one of the guns.  With the exception of a couple of old .44-40s that used to
belong to a genuine Texas Ranger, there was nothing exceptional in the
collection.  It was just a bunch of well used and well taken care of
firearms.

I first suggested the trip to the show to Chip.  It was really an attempt to
get his mind and intentions off the play that I figured would end up with a
naked boy on my lap.  He jumped at the opportunity.  He asked all about what
to expect.  I had to explain the whole concept of gun shows to him.  For
several days, it was the dominate subject of conversation.  The anticipation
of going was endangering his mental health.

And of course, I invited my stepsons.  Jason eagerly accepted.  He had
almost as many questions.  I got to the point that my best answer was that
they would have to wait and see.  Lance was extremely cool to the
invitation.  It was exactly what I expected from him.  Jason and I have
always gotten along and the recent trek to DC did our relationship a lot of
good.  We have enjoyed the company of each other.  Lance has been resistant
to any attempt on my part to be friends.  I sure haven't tried to be his
father, I do not lay down the law, his mother does all that he needs.

Lance is a momma's boy, not that there is anything wrong with that.  I don't
mean it in a bad way, he just loves his momma.  He is obedient and is a good
boy, just doesn't want to mess with me, unless he has to.

Chip was so excited about going on Saturday morning that he invited himself
to stay over on Friday night.  He ran around with Jason and Lance.  I don't
see that pairing very much.  They went to the football game and I brought
them on home, after stopping off for an emergency supply of party tacos.
The rest of the evening was filled with laughter.  Some wrestling.  A lot of
story telling.  A couple of stories were not completed.  As the teller began
they would receive a mighty punch in the arm or a hand covering his mouth.
Those stories were only offered after their mother had left for bed.  There
appeared to be a need to tell me a few intimate stories of the adventures of
the others.

It did get to be late.  I wanted them cleaned up.  They had been out at the
game, the weather was hot, the crowd was big, they were a little ripe.
Jason ran in and took his shower as Lance and Chip continued to entertain
me.  Lance was so at ease with me that evening that he had to smile at me
and make eye contact while we spoke.

It has also been a struggle to get Lance anywhere near soap and water.  He
is a little too old now to be a cute dirty kid.  During the summer, the
washing rules relaxed.  There were times when he would be laying on the
couch, not too far from me, and I swore that he had a wheel of cheese hidden
in his shorts.  Since school started up, its been a little easier, and we do
have help from the PE coach, he comes home each afternoon smelling of cheap
bulk purchased soap and Fructis shampoo.  He negotiated with his mother to
avoid the shower during the weekend.

So it surprised me when Lance got up with Chip and head for the bathroom.
It also surprised me when Lance said that Chip could keep him company in the
bathroom while he took a shower.  Lance doesn't really hide when naked, he
has a little more lately, but he has yelled at his mother, and pummeled his
brother for walking in on him in the bathroom.

I picked up and hauled the boys' things to their rooms.  When I went in to
drop off Lance's, I heard the splashing and giggling.  I couldn't help
myself.  I moved close to the bathroom door to listen.  They were both in
the shower.  There was too much splashing not to be.  I could hear them
pretty clearly too, at least when they spoke from excitement.  I heard Chip
tell Lance to look at his dick.  That brought bursts of laughter.  Chip
assured Lance that his balls would get bigger.  I'm not sure if Chip does
have bigger balls.  They made fun of some other boys, saying things like
"look, I'm Kevin!"  and each time there was another burst of laughter.  I
was imagining the play that was going on in there.  I left as the water
turned off.

I returned to watch TV and was soon joined by Chip.  He had a few more
questions about the show.  He barely touched his hair with a towel, had
nothing on but a pair of clean white undies, and had to sit next to me for
warmth and protection from the AC.  Lance came out with a towel still
wrapped around his waist.  The secured towel about doubled his girth.  He
wanted to look at Chip and check to see if he actually came out in just his
undies.  They laughed about it either being no big deal or some amazing
daring feat to be in such minimal clothing in some one else's house. And the
thought of being seen by somebody's mother just increased the thrill.  I did
have to get into by saying that I don't ever remember Lance being anywhere
but his room in just his undies.  Instead of a look of scorn that I
expected, I got a laugh from the boy.  He took it more of a challenge and
ran back to his room, only to reappear in just his undies.

There was plenty of room on the other side of Chip for Lance to sit, but to
my utter amazement, Lance slid in between me and the couch arm.  Soaking my
shirt with his wet, and uncombed hair.  This was the most physical contact I
had ever had with Lance, and he was all but naked.  I was more than
comfortable with them on me like that.  We spoke a little as we watched what
ever was on cable.

Although Chip got a little bold.  I could feel his boner poking into my leg.
  He moved my hand right over his dick and tried to get me to play.  I
wasn't ready for that chance.  I moved my hand right on by and placed it on
his hip and butt.  Rubbing that little bubble butt was pleasant enough.  I
was also tempted to look at see how his butt was healing.  But I knew it
would be so hard to slow down and stop after that.

The commercial with the boy in his underwear, looking out a rainy window
came on.  That got the conversation back on undies.  I told Lance that is
was time that he got some undies, just a little bit bigger.  He looked at me
queerly but I told him what he was wearing was way too small.  They didn't
cover his butt, the elastic was stretched at his waist, and I figured his
junk was all bunched up and hurting.  Chip thought it was hilarious.  He did
agree with me, he commented that he could even see Lance's pubic hair above
the waist band.  Lance explained that his mother had just gotten these for
him.

I asked him when the last time his mom saw him in his underwear.  When he
said it was probably 6 years, I told him that is what he gets for never
running around the house in his underwear.  Good enough for a joke and a
couple of laughs.  But we all agreed that it was probably the cause of teeny
undies.  I offered to take him for some in his size, or just figure out the
size and I would go get them during the week.  To figure out the size he
needed, he stood up so I could see the label in the back of his undies.  He
did a good job of hiding it, but I did see the obvious bulge from a boner in
his undies.

He also got a blanket before he sat down. It covered all three of us.  When
Lance fell asleep on my shoulder, Chip tried again with placing my hand on
his boner.  I did play a little with it but Chip was sound asleep before too
long.  The first bit of pain was the strain in my back as I lifted and
carried each boy into their beds.  I know they are way too old for such a
thing but they let me.  They also smelled so nice and clean and felt so warm
and squeezable.  Chip was expecting to sleep in Jason's other bed but it was
easier for me to put him in Lance's other bed.

They don't need much sleep.  All the boys were up and banging around the
kitchen early.  I woke up with a boner that really needed attention.  It had
been rubbing against my wife's butt for a while but she just wouldn't wake
up and roll over.  I wasn't really concerned if I got a fuck, a suck, or
even just a hand job, I just wanted something that morning.  There was just
too much commotion for her to get in the mood.  She did do a little teasing,
it just made it worse.

I knew I was doomed to just jacking in the shower.  As soon as I stepped
into the shower, boner just waiting for attention, Jason came banging on the
door.  The pancakes were ready and I had to hurry to get them.  I was
stuffing a chubby into my underwear as I tried to get dressed.

We were one of the first paying customers arriving at the gates of the
coliseum.  Some of the displays weren't even completely set up when we
started the touring of all the booths.   They had historic guns on display
and some of the ugliest weapons at the survivalist booths.  There were
vendors who were very proud of their firearms, at least judging by the price
they were asking.  There were also a few good deals here and there.  I was
doing a little instruction as we walked around.  I explained why a shotgun
came in 10, 12, and 20 gauge will rifles were calibers of .30, .243, .17 and
every other number you could imagine.  We saw some big game, like elephant
guns, those impressed me as I couldn't imaging getting thrown on my butt
after I tried to fire one.  I also liked a octagonal barrel Henry, a replica
of the original.  I heard whispers of ideas for Christmas as they noticed my
interest in that beauty.

We really got serious with a rack of Remingtons.  That is where my wallet
started taking a beating.  Actually, I did have it planned.  I had been
talking up the 870s all week long.  They even look better than they did
years ago, the synthetic stocks are a wonderful idea and addition.  I was so
tempted to by three of them, one for each boy.  I just really thought it
would be inappropriate for me to buy something like that for Chip.  Knowing
his father, I figured he would force a return of the gun or insist on paying
me for it.  That was one thing, it would be how insulted he would feel that
caused that reaction.

The vendor said that he would honor that price for me if I decided later on
to come to his shop to pick up the third one.  There was a plan in place to
go dove hunting when the season opens in really just a few days.  And I told
Chip that I had a gun for him already.  But the smiles from Lance and Jason
were amazing.  They couldn't thank me enough.  They also wanted to show
their granddad.  I don't want to make it seem like I bought them off, but as
they walked around with their guns, it seemed so easy for all of us to be
friends and family.

The boys had a basic understanding of firearm safety and how things worked
but they sure weren't ready to go hunting with them for the first time.  So
before we left, we ended up in a booth filled with different trap throwers.
We started talking about the simple plastic slings and then settled on
something that could throw up to 4 clays at a time, could be adjusted to
throw sporting clays that act like rabbits on the ground, and could be
mounted to a drum or tire.  And the guy would even throw in a box of clays.
The pain in my back continued when I carried the heavy stuff to the car.

We spent all day at the show.  My feet were sore, my back aching.  We ate
jerky bought from the booth, we had hotdogs and soft pretzels from the
stand.  We sat through a reloading seminar, I may have to rescue my old
reloader.  I had to put that away when I got a sudden family.  We caught a
little bit of a safety seminar.  We visited every booth at least twice.   We
found the best price for cases of 12 gauge and carried them to the car. They
got me a key chain with a Model 94 Winchester attached.  It was a thank you
gift for taking them.  I am very grateful, but I fear that I will impale a
testicle as I sit with that key chain in my pocket.

Saturday night did not end our adventure.  There was a lot of pizza, and a
few more friends.  They showed off their gifts.  Chip and I explored the 870
that he was going to get to borrow.  I think it pleased him that it was worn
and old.  He was more impressed with the wood used for the stock than the
plain synthetic on the others.  I just about promised him that the gun would
be his, permanently.

There were too many boys in the house for me to get too much interest from
Jason, Lance, or Chip.  But the boys who went with me to DC were glad to see
me and all had to visit with me a little while.  They all asked me if I was
going to do any more camping or scouting.   There is a trip coming up and
they may need a few more adults.

My wife and I went to bed and left them to it.  I did lock the guns up, I'm
still a little nervous to leave them alone with them.  I tried to get some
relief.  I played with titties.  I licked and sucked on nipples, I even did
a little pussy fingering.  I got a lot of tongue kissing, but just enough
play with my balls to make my horniness worse.

Sunday morning was much like the previous morning.  I was up and around,
making coffee as I waited for my turn in the bathroom when I went to check
the boys.  There were four of them.  Jason had one of his good buds sleeping
in his other bed.  That really isn't that uncommon with that boy.  And then
I noticed that Chip was in Lance's bed, alone though.  Lance was in his
company bed.  An unusual concession, as Lance is particular about having HIS
pillow.

I woke them all up, each one of them hiding their boners or waiting for me
to leave before getting out of bed.  Jason bud went on home, with a handful
of cereal bars.  I had Lance and Chip eating when I went back to check on
Jason.  I heard the unmistakable  rhythm of jacking coming from his
bathroom.  I smiled and let him be.

Most of the pain came from the caliche pit.  We set up the thrower. I did
some instruction.  Showing the proper form, the safety procedures that had
to be followed, the things that would get them in trouble or hurt.  Hurt,
like if you held the shotgun away from your shoulder and pulled the trigger.
  I meant to only show the gap, not to shoot, but my enthusiasm caused me to
pull the trigger.  That about knocked my shoulder out of whack.

Then we shot and shot, and shot and shot.  We didn't have a shell or an
unbroken clay target left.  Even with earplugs, I was having a hard time
hearing.  All I could taste was smokeless powder, all I could smell was
sweaty boys.  They truly enjoyed it.  They each said that it gave them a
boner, the first time they held the gun to their shoulders, the first time
they shot it, the first time they actually hit the clay, and when I left
them shoot my Browning.  I told them that it was an awful lot of boners that
day.  I am hilarious.

Lance told me that it probably wasn't the most boners in Jason's day.  I
heard enough to tell that Jason has dedicated a day this last summer to set
the record for jacking off.  Jason could throw just enough punches from the
front seat to the back, to get Lance off the subject.  But later on, I did
see Lance and Chip whispering and smiling about that.

When the day was over, the guns cleaned and locked up.  I got a manly hug
from Lance and Jason to thank me for the guns and the entire weekend.  The
hug I got from Chip was a little tighter and sweeter.

I drove him home, we stopped so that he could get a coke from the 7-11, and
he tried to extend the trip even more.  Its not that long a trip.  He became
very quiet.  He wrapped his arms around himself and closed up.  I asked him
what was wrong.  He had a hard time talking, trying to talk while holding
back tears.  He said he didn't have a problem going home but that he didn't
want to leave me and the boys.  He said that it was the best weekend of his
life and he just didn't want it all to stop.  It took awhile to get him
ready to go in, his mind told him there would be other days and weekends,
but his heart was aching to be part of what he just left.  Even with the
promise of the impending dove hunt, it was hard for him to leave the car.  I
had to tell him some of my hilarious jokes to get him to smile.

So other than a few minutes of fondling, it was just a guys weekend.  I hope
my wife feels like it tonight.  If not, I will be doing a lot of jacking.
Its been a while since I've had to wait this long.