Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2007 01:41:19 -0600 From: Chris Pe Subject: Four-wheeler crash I was enjoying the day, hanging out with my wife at her work, loading up some of the leftover stuff and flowers. She works as the convention coordinator at the large hotel in town. At the end of the year, they clear out some of the "props" or whatever the proper term of art is. Its all quiet there this week, the NYE party is planned and all they have to do is worry about the balloons and getting the champagne chilled. So, our baby boy were visiting and running around the wide open banquet rooms. I got a call. It was from my oldest boy, my stepson actually. He says, "Dad, can you come out here? Nobody is dead but we need some help." Great, nobody is dead but if he has to compare what ever happened to death, it can't be that good. My heart did crank up a few RPMs as I started thinking what could have happened. I asked him to explain a little more as I was corralling the baby to hand off to his mother. "Wullll. . . " (Nothing good starts off with a `wulllll') "Jason, Chip, me and Adam were riding the 4-wheelers and Adam fell off and he is scratched up and not doing too good." As I got to the car, I found out that it probably wasn't all that bad, mostly because I heard laughing on the other end of the phone. Since spring, we've been accumulating a herd of 4-wheelers. It started off with an old one that more or less came with the Mule, a working 4-wheeler that I bought to help around the ranch. It was such a big hit that my boy Lance made a deal with us. That he would do work and use other money if we would help buy him a 4-wheeler. I was enjoying the 4-wheeler enough myself that I thought it was a good idea. I wanted another one so somebody could ride with me. So, that new 4-wheeler showed up at the start of summer. By 4th of July, we had to get Jason one of his own. And yes, they did take the safety course, got the card and the sticker. The boys have worn out every game trail on the ranch. There isn't much left to explore, they covered about every inch of the place. For the first time in years, we had gasoline delivered to the tank at the ranch. Now that Lance is driving, its not a problem for him to take a group of their friends out there and let them ride. The 4-wheelers were a big part of our now annual tradition of an unofficial scout campout. It seems that Adam had talked his way into getting a 4-wheeler for Christmas. He had run it up and down the alley and through a couple of nearby oil leases but hadn't opened it up. This coming weekend, right before New Years, he and his father were going to take it out and ride. And then look for that safety course. Adam and Lance just couldn't wait. Lance went over, loaded it his pickup and hauled it to the ranch. The four of them were riding most of the day. They only stopped for a take out lunch from Taco Villa. Just as they got riding again after lunch is when the accident happened. Nobody else saw Adam. He says he was just cruising along a trail when a tree snapped up and hit him. It hit him in the hip but he held on. It must have also hit his hand because the 4-wheeler went out of control. He did a bunch of fishtales when it finally threw him off. It kept going for about another 50 feet and he says so did he. He was riding on his hip, though. Jason said he turned around to see the 4-wheeler stop but saw Adam still moving. I was getting the story from the three others as soon as I stopped the car and walked into the house. I see Adam stretched out on several kitchen chairs and he looks like he is waiting for the roof to fall in on him. His pants are off and I see the side of his leg as bright pink. The front of his undies are heavily spotted with blood and ripped. When I got to see the side closely, his undies are shredded. It looked like one of the worst strawberries I had seen. He was holding a leaking bag of ice on the sorest part of his leg. I got to hear the incident again straight from Adam. It really seemed just too exact compared to the story I got walking in. I'm sure that in a month or two I will hear the finer details that will change the story just a little bit. I barely know Adam. He is one of the newest boys in the scouts. He looks to me like he is about 12 but could be older. He has long hair, bangs over his forehead that flow to the side and down to shirt collar length. It's light brown and straight as can be. His face is just about free of zits, one of the reasons that I think he is only 12 or so. He is a very attractive boy, great smile, big ol' eyes that can look like a cute puppy. He speaks very well, one reason that I think he is older. I get some towels and spread them out on the kitchen table. I'm shown what is left of his cargo pants. The one leg and butt look like they were stuck in the garbage disposal. I had to see just how bad the scraps and cuts were. We got him on the table where I could see much better. Nothing looked deep but there was gravel, grass and dirt all ground in. I told him to get up and wrap a towel around him and we would head for the doc's. OH! You thought I just called the pope a pimp! I heard from Adam as well as the others that taking him somewhere was about the worst thing that could happen. That's when a little more of the story came out. Adam had absolutely no permission to take the 4-wheeler out to ride. In fact, his father forbid him from doing it until they could go together the first time. Adam and Lance figured they could go ahead and take it to the ranch, even if they didn't ride it. Then, since it was there, he could ride it around a little. Then a little got to be a lot. We came to the conclusion that I could clean it up and patch him up. After the last couple of years with my boys at the ranch, I don't have to work very hard to find the first aid necessary for such injuries. We keep it right at the door, it saves from dripping blood through the house. I get things laid out, get rid of the ice bag and start looking closer. Its obvious that the undies have to go. The two big holes in the front were over the worst of the injuries. Adam tried to slide them down but he was falling off the table more than getting undressed. I had always wanted to cut off a piece of clothing. It goes back to all the dramas on TV that I had watched. I lifted the side of his undies and cut straight down the side. I got to see the two deep scratches. They were nasty but no where near needing stitches. They ran from his hip bone to his pubes. Those pubes got my attention. They were a nice tight triangle above his dick. The light brown stood out against his very white skin. I wanted to see how far the scratches went, I also wanted to see the rest of his pubes and what they were covering. He started trying to pull down his undies again, with as much difficulty. It took me a second to decide the next cut. I wanted to cut across the front of his fly. And if I had to, cut the back, that way leaving only a scrap between his legs. I started cutting across his fly. I was careful not to cut any skin but also trying to avoid cutting pubes. Adam looked up at me and he did look nervous. I told him I wasn't going to cut anything off. That didn't seem to make him less nervous. As I cut carefully and slowly, I kept having to make adjustments to keep the scissors always from flesh. I saw what was pushing against the cloth, his dick was growing as I went. The bottom of my hand held down his dick as I cut the last snip of undie. When I moved my hand, out sprung his boner. A good sized weapon that looked long and thin on him. The other boys busted out laughing and pointing. Poor Adam could only shrug his shoulders and turn a deeper shade of red. I was enjoying looking and I would have laughed if I was his buddy but I had to be the grownup and be nice. I started to examine the scratch, my fingers gently touched his pubes and spread them to look for the end of the scratches. They did end right at the beginning of his pubes. I was enjoying feeling the soft springy pubes that I kept my fingers there a little longer than necessary. The other boys were making him laugh and it would make his dick touch my hand. The distraction of the other boys was not being helpful at all. I asked where was the 4-wheeler that was in the crash. They said it was still on the trail. That is what I hoped for, give these hanyaks something to do rather than watch their bud's boner bounce up and down as he laughed at their taunting. I sent them out on two of the 4-wheelers, one being mine, a big ol' 550 that Chip loved to ride on but was way too big for him. That thing should be able to drag it back if nothing else. I started cleaning up the front scratches. Those were from him hitting a tree and knocking him almost completely off. My hands would bump into his dick as I worked, not always as accidental as I tried it to make it seem. Adam actually apologized to me a couple of times when the contact was made. I was sitting across from him on the table and it was a little freaky when I would see his dick staring at me with its one eye. I was close enough to smell the musk coming off of his dick and balls. And he said he could feel my breathing, I'm sure on his dick and balls. I took a couple of loose slivers of wood out of the scratches. I doused them in antiseptic. That brought down his boner just a little. I moved to work on the side of his leg. I had him scoot back and I sat on the other side of the table. Now I was face-to-butt. I had to notice that he had a nice bubble butt. Both of my boys have no butt. Neither do I. While there isn't supposed to be a genetic link between us, that may not be true with me and Lance. None of us can keep a pair of jeans up without a snug belt. Jason's attempt at wearing his jeans down on his butt didn't last long, he spent the entire time holding them up. I always thought the Chip had a cute bubble butt. He has more than my family but its still not much. He does have some really cute butt dimples. My forearms are leaning on Adam's butt and I even had to rest my chin on it when I had to pull a couple of splinters. My day old whiskers tickled his butt and I couldn't resist but to brush my chin on his butt a few more times. And it was as soft as a baby's butt. Adam did apologize for his boner. I told him that he couldn't do anything about it. I told him that he could go beat it and get it to relax. That got the most nervous laugh out of him. I made him feel much more self conscience. I opened up the subject. I said a lot of things that he answered with a "Really?". He knew all the boys got boners but wasn't that sure that all the boys jacked off. He didn't know if he had a big dick or not. That seemed to be the right question, he started asking questions and talking about it after that. I did tell him that he did have a great looking dick and it was probably on the big side of average for his age. I leaned over to look when I told him that. I saw a streak of blood on his dick, about an inch from his head. I took a swap and wiped it off. I really really should have warned him I was going to do that. I think he bounced a couple of time after he came back down from jumping. I didn't know anybody could jump that high laying on his side. About the time I cleaned him up as much as I could, I saw the blood on his dick again. I could see it was just a scratch, more like just one little spot. I went around and sat in front of him again. There was a spot of precum on the table right under his dick and a little bubble right in the hole. I told him that I needed to look between his legs to make sure there weren't anymore scratches. He didn't pause as he lifted his leg for me to see. I loved seeing his pink scrotum, not a hair on it. I could clearly see one of his balls and he wasn't small there! I did tell him I was going to pick up his sack and he kiddingly asked me if I wanted him to turn his head and cough. I really didn't expect to see even a little scratch but I had to look and feel his balls. His sack was very warm and felt steamy. I told him that he looked very nice down there. He asked if that meant no scratches and I said yea and that he just looked great there. I didn't know he could blush any brighter but he did give me a huge smile too. I asked if I could wipe the new blood off his dick and he agreed. He did jump again but not nearly as much. And I rubbed a whole lot more than I needed. And the little piece of gauze wasn't between my fingers and his dick. Adam laughed and was telling me that I better quit or he was going to mess up my table. I had thoughts of grabbing and jacking him. I think he would have let me but I also figured I probably went a little too far already. I helped him up and we decided to get him upstairs and into the shower. I got him in there and poured the antiseptic down his leg. Its not supposed to burn but the cold made him shiver and it also let a string of perfectly clear precum leak all the way to the floor. I let him shower as I went through the boys drawers and closets to get some clothes for Adam. The boys don't keep much out there, mostly stuff they wore out there and then left. I found enough to put together. The other boys had retrieved the lost 4-wheeler and had joined me upstairs. They said that it didn't look bad at all. There was a rip on the rubber handgrip but that was all they saw. Chip said that it was touchy, he would barely hit the gas and it would really take off. As we were talking and waiting for Adam, we heard that distinctive rhythm going in the shower. Adam was finally able to jack off. There was even a nice soft moan when he was through. When the water turned off, I told him through the door that he shouldn't rub himself dry on his leg, and he came out to see what I meant. And he was hanging soft. He did have a big smile when he saw us all waiting for him. I did pull him back in the shower and ran some more antiseptic on him, made sure his dick got its share of the dark brown liquid. Then I used some good antibiotic on him, its even supposed to relieve pain. It did return his dick to about halfway boned up. We all helped him get dressed. Then I sent them downstairs to cleanup. I stayed in the bathroom and I jacked. I had been hard and leaking precum from when I started cleaning Adam up. I got some quick relief but I keep thinking about Adam. That image of his dick looking right at me keeps sticking in my mind. It was like I was looking right down the hole. . Its been awhile since I wrote anything and submitted it. Things have changed and I don't think I'll get into those changes. I just wanted to write this and see if its worth posting. And if anybody enjoys it. It wasn't full of sex but from where I was sitting, it was a great afternoon. Let me know what you think dr_chris_p@hotmail.com