Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 10:06:10 -0600
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: an addition to  What a trip , part 7

Life was normal.  Just day after day of starting with getting two teen boys
up and out the door for school and ending with practically begging for a
little intimacy from my wife in bed.  I figured it would be hard to have sex
with a married woman, I just didn't know it was going to be so soon after we
got married.  It's probably the reason I avoided getting married for so
long.

I've also had to do a lot of work keeping me out in the afternoons and
several evenings.  It's a small price to pay for having a very flexible
schedule.  My contact with my step-sons has been limited lately, and even
less with my kids' buddies.  But then Chip finally caught me.

He had been after me to get his jacket from the camper we used to go to
Dallas.   I had done a little bit of cleanup of it, sweep and mop, wiping
the sinks and counters, and such.  I didn't think to look in the cabinets
and drawers.  I have found out that Chip gets very nervous if things are not
in the proper place and jackets are to be hung up in closets.  While and my
boys were living out of our duffle bags and piled our clothes, he hung up
shirts and pants, placed his socks and underwear in the drawers and even put
his toothpaste and tooth brush in the bathroom cabinet.  He is still a kid
though and its easy for a kid to forget things such as a jacket in a closet,
especially when it was near 90 degrees when we unpacked.

Chip found me just as I sat down to watch a little TV, the baseball playoffs
would be on shortly.  He has become enough of a fixture in this family that
he doesn't even knock anymore.  He came in with that smile that I really
love, its on his face a lot more than when I first met the boy.  He has even
gotten his own spot on the couch.  Jason usually gets one end, or if by
himself, the entire couch, Lance camps out on the other end.  And Chip gets
the middle, leaning one way or the other depending which boy he is hanging
with or which is more friendly that day.  This day, he came on in and sat on
the arm of my recliner and leaned on me.  I had my hand on his knee until he
just had to have his back scratch.  I swear I could rub his skin completely
off and he would still be wanting more.

As I rub or scratch his back, I can feel him relax all over.  While the
muscles in his back relax and soften, his leg muscles ease up as well.  His
face gets a look of contentment, its much like having a big warm kitten
curled up on your lap.  The effect on Chip is so noticeable that Lance has
started to offer the same type back rubbing.  It works.

Chip reminded me that it was about time that he got his jacket back.  It was
getting cooler.  It had been a couple of weeks since I had been out at the
ranch and I probably needed to go check on the place.  So we picked up and
headed out there.  As soon as we were in the truck, he got talking a little
more personal.  He told me about seeing girls tits that afternoon during a
chick fight.  And talking about how Lance was horny all the time.  We talked
about all the ways that it was evident that he was horny, from the constant
rise in his Levis, to the staring at different girls, to the talk he always
wanted to do with Chip.

Its not all that long to get to the ranch but Chip had me all hot and
bothered by the time he got out to pull the gate open.

I went in to the house to check things, Chip took the keys to the camper and
went in to get his jacket.  I was checking to see what shape the blankets
were in, we had planned to spend some time around Thanksgiving out there
with family.  Chip found me, jacket over his arm and a white cloth in his
hands.   His smile was even bigger as he spread out the clothe to show that
it was a pair of underwear.  I figured he just found those lost in the
corner of the cabinet.  But he asked if I knew whose those belonged to.  I
had a very limited number of choices, so I chose Lance.  I was right but
that was only part of the story.

Chip told me that one night when they heard me and Jason snoring, they got
playing around.  Chip dared Lance to jack off.  Earlier that same day, Jason
woke up the rest of us as he jacked off in the little bathroom in the
trailer.  Nobody ever said anything to Jason about it and he thought he got
away with it.  It was that night when Lance and Chip were talking about it
and Chip talked Lance into doing it.  Lance didn't have anywhere to shoot so
he just shot into his underwear.  Then he hid it under the bunk mattress in
the camper.  Chip knew where they were hidden and he went back to see if
they were still there.  Chip even had me touch the stiff little spot on the
front where the cum had dried.  We even smelled it.  Its was really a sweet
but erotic smell.

Chip talked about how funny it was that Jason was jacking enough to wake us
up.  And he said that he and Lance talked about how none of them could have
been sleeping if I had been jacking off in that trailer.  He said Lance
thinks I have a huge dick and I really get after it when I jack off.  I was
trying to figure what to say when Chip said that he thought that my dick and
Jason's are just about the same size and they look exactly the same.  He
said it with a little giggle.  The comparison of my and Jason's dicks go
back to the scout trip this summer.  The boys think that Jason is actually
my real son, not just my step-son.  They base it on how we have similar
features including the same looking dick.

I'm not so sure how much we or our parts look alike but I was enjoying the
conversation.  We were sitting on the bed by now and my hand was under his
shirt, working on his back again.  I challenged that they could tell we were
related by just the look of our dicks.  I asked him if his looked like his
father's.  He said yeah.  I asked him if it was the same size.  He said that
he really hadn't seen his dad's close when hard but it was real close when
they were both soft.  I had to smile with the thought about that very rich
and powerful man having the dick of a 13 year old.

Then Chip leaned back, arched his back and slipped his jeans down.  He let
loose his boner and showed me where he had a little dark patch on his dick.
And he explained that his father had a much darker spot on the other side of
his dick.  I was breathing deep as I could smell that musky aroma coming
from his unbuttoned jeans.  He was boned up, as stiff as could be and
snapping back as he pushed it to one side or the other.  I put my finger on
it and his whole body reacted.  I asked if his dad's had that dark of a
circumcision ring.  My touch distracted Chip enough that his answers were
short and breathy.

I left my fingers on his dick.  I moved them up and down the shaft and
around his sack.  I was amazed to feel how velvety soft it all felt and yet
his dick was like iron.  I ran my finger under the head and felt that solid
ridge all the way around.  Chip drifted into a trance, his mouth was open
and his breathing was short and choppy, his eyes glazed over.  He leaned
over on me and raised his midsection.  He just seemed to melt into me.

I took the time to really look at him.  He did have a slightly darker spot
on his dick, it was almost as if it was from pressure from his hand as he
jacked off.  His dick and balls were darker or tanner than mine or my boys,
we are a little pinker.  Chip's dark hair and complexion was matched by the
completion of his dick.  His shaft was absolutely hard, it could have driven
nails, and it was thumping with his heartbeat.  I held my finger still under
the head of his dick and let the thumping tap his dick on my finger.  I let
my finger fun up and down his dick and down to his balls.  He finally moved
with my fingers went under his balls, he spread his legs just a little more.
  I kept thinking that his sack was like a combination of silk and the
softest leather.

Chip's hand started to move toward my crotch.  His hand found my boner, he
slid it all along the length of it.  He squeezed it and moved down and
squeeze again.  I was going into the same trance he was in.  When he got to
the base of my dick, his hand slid along my pants and cupped my balls.  He
gave them a little squeeze and then looked up and me and said, "those are
big balls, huge balls."  It made me laugh and that allowed us to move a
little.

My dick was in a bind in my underwear, it was like it was trying to bust
loose.  I quickly did a little rearranging as Chip got comfortable.  He
pulled his underwear back up and I thought we were done.  I did have a mix
of emotion, one was relief that we weren't going any further and another was
frustration for the same reason.  But Chip slipped his shirt off over his
head and fell face down on the bed.  Just a way of begging me to do his
back.  Like I said, he would let me do that all day but it doesn't take him
long to start enjoying it.  I could feel his whole body relax.  His muscles
softened and the skin on his back seemed to become even more supple.

It was doing me good, I was really relaxing myself, and enjoying the feel of
his skin.  I was still straining in my pants, I figured I would just take
care of that myself later on.  I felt his back muscles stiffen and then he
rose up and pulled his underwear down to his knees.  He asked me to do his
butt.  I rubbed and squeezed and even a little scratching.  His dark
complexion all but disappeared on his white butt.  I had memories of the
first time I saw his little butt, this summer as he skinny-dipped in some
farm pond.

As Chip's hand slid over toward my dick, my fingers slid up and down his
crack.  His hand found my dick and my fingers toyed with his hole.  I could
feel the soft pucker of his hole and he would react every time I touched it.
  A light teasing touch made him jump, a firm press made him moan.  When my
pushed my finger inside of him, his hand grasp my dick has hard as he could,
his other hand squeezed a handful of bedding.  I was thinking that if it
wasn't for the cloth of my pants, he might have pulled my dick right off.  I
slowly and carefully worked my finger in as deep as could from that
position.  I moved around, it was so warm and soft in there.   I had to do
more for him though.

I moved us on the bed so that I had the right angle.  He still had access to
my dick, and even more, I was wishing he would slide his hand on down
inside.  But I was more intent on working him.  I played with my finger on
the outside of his hole, it would open up and close like begging for my
finger.  I slid it in, careful about what I was touching inside.  Then I
went looking.  I barely touched his prostate.  He jumped and gave a little
moan.  I lightly stroked his love bud and it got him rocking on the bed in
rhythm with my stroking.

I increased the pressure on his bud, moving my finger all around.   I got
thinking that it felt so exactly like the diagrams, so perfectly pronounced
and shaped.  It was firm and bounced back each time I pressed it.  His hole
was tightening around my finger.  He was making noise, calling out, cussing
and praying, all the previously relaxed muscles were now as tense as could
be.  I could tell he was about to cum.

He moved and made my finger come out of his butt.  He rolled over and I saw
a line of cum connecting his dick to the bed.  And I also looked down and
saw a dark spot of precum right over my dickhead.  Chip grabbed his dick and
started jacking off as fast as I have ever seen.  I didn't want to mess up
the bed any more than it was and I held out my hand and caught just about
every shot of cum.  I was amazed at how hot it was.  He shot 5 or 6 times
and then milked out the last of it, jerking each time his own fingers
touched the head of his dick.

He then fell against me.  He was breathing hard, I could feel his heart
racing.  He got under my arm and I was rubbing his back again, slowly and
softly.  His heartbeat and breathing slowed, he said a few things about how
amazing that was and how did I know how to do that.  I looked for a way to
get rid of the cum in my hand and found that I could reach the cumy pair of
underwear of Lance's.  I added Chip's to Lance's.  And Chip fell sound
asleep on me.  He was all curled up and naked and sleeping so sweetly.  Even
after I flipped the covers up and over him, he continued to snuggle closer
as he slept.

It was time we had to get back to town.  I moved to get things going and it
woke him up.  He ran so quick to the bathroom and filled the toilet up at
least twice.  I would have thought there could have been that much in a body
that size.  I washed my hands as he grunted (cutely) and talked to me.  And
I stayed and watched and talked as he jumped into the shower.  We got him
dried off, dressed and then got back to town.  Later that night, I did get
some relief with my wife, she commented on how much cum I laid into her that
night.

Since then, Chip has continued to hang at the house, spending a long weekend
that extended to Tuesday.  And then a visit to his house that was pretty
telling of his life.  I should write and tell more about that and the
camping trip.  The first trip with Lance as an actual scout.