Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2005 22:52:39 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a Trip I don't know how they talked me into it. Everybody thought it would be a good idea for me to go. It would be good for me, good for the boys, and good for the other men on the trip. All of a sudden, I was joining a Boy Scout Troop and heading halfway across the country. I guess that it was the suddenness of it that made me really notice it, but the smells coming from my vehicle by the third day were burning my eyes, clogging my nose, and I think etching my windshield. Those fathers who started conveying their little babies and toddlers were broken in slowly. Sure the diapers stink but they are relatively easy to remedy. And as their boys grew up and started school, I'm sure the aromas from stinky tennis shoes and grape bubblegum were intensifying and yet fatiguing the fathers' olfactory senses. By the time, the boys got to be full blown Boy Scout age, the fathers just don't flinch with the stench from suddenly removed shoes, a serious of farts from the back seat, the even more robust vapor cloud from a less than spontaneous burp, and then the simple musk and hormone mixture coming from a carload of teen boys. It really hit me all at once. Less than two years ago, I became the step-father of 10 and 12 year old boys. Their mother came back in my life after a long separation. We had been sweethearts back in school but after an opportunity to be an intern in a very powerful office led to a new romance, pregnancy, and a marriage. And for me, a broken heart and not being thrilled with the female types. I all but did away with dating women. And I wasn't really thinking about chasing men. I just happen to fall into a couple of unexpected relationships with a couple of guys. But it was really my career that took precedence over all that. So I was single until my old girlfriend showed back up in my life. She had been back in town for a couple of years. I had heard she was back. She had left her husband but had not divorced him. She and her little boys were living at her parents ranch house, just a few miles outside of town, while her parents stayed at their own house in town. I don't think that she had been officially divorced two days when she found me. It really was a great reunion, the flames were rekindled, and much of the old feelings were still there. And the sex came much more frequently and with a whole lot less begging and pleading. At least until we got married. Actually its not been too bad, I get a few night of rest between bumpin' uglies. So, I became the step-father. The oldest boy, Jason, and I got along pretty good. I really never tried to be a parent other than the obvious things of day to day dealing with a young teen boy. We weren't best buds but we were good enough friends to go to games, do a little hunting, and a few special things around town. Lance, the younger, is a whole other subject, geesh! Jason was into Scouting, all his buds that he hung with were in his troop and it really kept him busy most of the time. I stayed out of the troop activity but really enjoyed helping Jason when he needed it or just asked. The troop was heading to somewhere in Virginia. Eighteen boys would make the trip and there were three fathers. They would need some pretty big vehicles to fit everybody and that is where my unique qualities came into play. My Excursion was needed, and I was needed as the driver. Really, it was a little more than that, I do get along well with the boys that Jason brings by, they think that I'm cool. Maybe I once was. I was told how much I would really enjoy it, it would be like I was a kid again, I wouldn't have to know much, or be that responsible. And one of my oldest friends would be one of the fathers going. He did the most of the talking to convince me to go. Of course, we started preparing by practicing unloading and setting up the tents. These weren't the little things that you stuff a couple of kids in and zip up. These were outfitter tents. I figure that an outfitter would set one of these things up at the beginning of moose season and not take it down until the snow melted. I quickly recognized my other appealing quality, mass. It took a pretty big boy to hold down and pull those tents. We did this practicing out at Jason's grandaddy's ranch. I would have thought that if we did it once, it was learning enough but the Official Scout Master had us practicing several times. This was actually my first indication that my volunteering was a little bit of a mistake. I swear that if your opened the official Boy Scout magazine, this Scout Master would be falling out like those subscription cards, he was pure Scout Master. I think he could even fashion an emergency jockstrap from the scout bandana. Fortunately, I found out he did have a good relaxed side. We let the boys campout under the tents as the men sat up at the house and cleaned out the beer from two refrigerators. Enough of all that background. Eighteen boys, 4 men, 3 packed SUVs, and a couple of painted up trailers headed down the road for Virginia. After much planning and assignments of tasks, we were on the road. I had seven boys, the least dedicated to the scout way of life, good kids but just not as fanatical as the front suburban. There, Head Scout Master Tom was riding shotgun with 7 boys as well. Tom had the boys set up a system to allocate fair and balanced seating through out the trip. They actually had a chart of who would take shotgun. The second suburban shotgun wasn't quite as regimented but they decided to take turns at each stop. It was whoever called it first got shotgun. I did have Jason and his best friend. They were between the ages of 13 and 15, no boys on this trip were over 15. And I really had a mixture of sizes and shapes. Jason and his bud were big boys, heavy set, muscular and cock-strong. I had some skinny boys, a little nerdy who told jokes that you had to go about 3 levels to understand. I had Myron, a pudgy, curly haired whiner. He started whining from the time he threw his pack in the trailer that first morning and didn't quit until he passed out on his own couch when we got home. And I had the runt, sorry, HSM Tom won't let us use that term, Chip. It was a good load of boys actually. Other than the battle over shotgun, they all got along very well. Myron got shit from time to time, and Chip was picked on some but is also such a good kid that they enjoyed his company. The first day, we put some miles behind us. I was grateful finally getting out from behind the wheel. We camped at a high school practice field, restrooms at the football field were opened for us. Those damn tents had to be set up even if the weather was warm and clear. We ate some concoction cooked up in foil, hamburger meat, onions, carrots, and potatoes. It seemed a whole lot of trouble, regular hamburgers made more sense to me. I guess its just the adventure of alternative cooking methods. After they were fed, the boys roamed around the school grounds, some running through the football training equipment, others sitting in the stands and talking or playing cards, others peering into the school windows and comparing computing equipment, and others disappearing until curfew. For those who disappeared, I really couldn't tell if that was beef jerky and slurpee on their breath, and the blue tongues could have come from a piece of candy they found in my Excursion. I'm not sure why we had to get up before the sun to make breakfast. And I'm not sure it is legal to treat bananas that way. If I had tried to combine bananas, chocolate, and marshmallows like that when I was a kid, my mom would have complained that I wasn't leaving enough to put on the ice cream. I was also confused why kids needed that much energy for sitting in a car for the majority of the day. I think it was just to keep the drivers awake with the potential energy stored within each vehicle. Lunch, thankfully, was simple sandwiches, somewhere on the road. The adventure started the second night on the road. We pulled in fairly early to a little farm. We waited while HSM Tom and his driver went into the farmhouse and visited for a while. We went another mile or so down a small dirt road. Found a little pasture of knee-high grass, ringed by trees, and sitting beside a pond. We actually call it a tank but we were far enough east that it was a pond. There were a couple of fire rings, old tree trunks surrounding the biggest ring, a minimal amount of fire wood chopped and stacked, and several handmade wooden signs. The signs marked the troops who had passed through over the years. Only the troop number, the hometown and date were carved into these signs, yet the number was amazing. I felt a shiver of kinship. The tents went up quickly, the boys were rushing more than usual, I thought they had just gotten good at it. Their real intent was to get in the pond as soon as they could. It was a little steamy and the pond sure did look cool. The boys got rowdier as they got closer to getting in the water. I was looking forward to going myself. My bud Mark told me to hold up for a little bit. The men all got comfortable on the nearest soft tree stump as we watched the boys strip down to nothing and jump in. All by Myron were naked, Myron kept his tighty-whiteys on, they really didn't hide much once wet. They sure did look like they were cooling off. And there was plenty of water for four fathers to fit into. There was laughing, boasting, and cussing going on and then the sound of a little 4-wheeler could be heard coming down the road. I looked as a little blue-haird old lady was riding in a Honda Mule. She waved to us and headed for the pond. You would have thought that all the testicles in that pond had been snipped by the sunfish and perch, there were so many screams coming from that pond that there was no way they were coming from teen boys. The boys all headed for deeper water as the woman approached. She pulled right up to the pond and welcomed the boys to her farm. She told them to enjoy the place, pick up their mess, and have a good rest of the trip. Mark then explained a little more, that this was a tradition, each time a troop would camp out and go skinny dipping, Mrs. Rashon would come out and catch the boys. I think the boys enjoyed it much more than the old lady. And it was a ritual, there were boys who were caught each and every year they had passed through the farm. Mrs. Rashon drove the Mule over to us. She pointed to the back and explained that she really had to have help from her daughter this year. We grabbed several cherry pies and just enough ice cream for the big men in the camp, she just didn't have enough ice cream to go around. It turned out to be the best cherry pie I have ever had. I thought it would be an insult to have ice cream anywhere near the pie. I was more than happy to finish off what a couple of boys left on their plates. We did get to the pond. Thoughts of my time in junior high and high school came into my head. All the naked bodies reminded me of PE class and the showers that followed. I had only caught glimpses Jason naked over the time we shared a house. He had been modest and covered up all the time. Now, he was running around naked and swinging for all the world to see. In fact, he was one of the last boys to seek deeper water when the old lady drove up. I was pleased to see that he wasn't short on equipment. Limp, he was about 5 inches, even getting in and out of the cool water. I got thinking that for a heavy boy, he did have a lot hanging. Of course, he did make sure he had some length, he would `secretly' reach down and pull a little, keeping just enough blood in there to be respectable. His bud wasn't quite as endowed but had nothing to be ashamed of. They both had balls that hung low and nice set of pubic hairs in a nice V above their dicks. And then there was Meat, at least that became his nickname after that dip in the pond. I would swear he had 9 inches of limp dick. It was about the diameter of about half of the boys' arms. You could see the veins run along the outside and it was dark. I had nightmares about it that night. It was a subject of conversation around the campfire that night. Meat professed to being a virgin, and as one of the boys said, that he wasn't, we sure would have heard about it from the girl. Two of the boys in my vehicle were long lean things. It was one smooth line from shoulder to hip to ankle. It really was an attractive curve. Although, they had absolutely no butts. I know they say white boys have not butts, but I don't remember that much lacking. I got a real good look at there junk while they were laying on the bank. Long skinny dicks. I really wanted to look at the circumcision scar on one, actually both, they looked so distinctive. Neither one of them could leave their balls alone for more than a few seconds. Poor Myron, he complained the entire time. Even the water was too wet. He stayed in his underwear the whole time. It was sagging between his legs, falling off his butt, sticking to his junk and becoming transparent. He kept one or two hands on his underwear to keep it from sliding right on down. His balls weren't much more than a tight blob, nothing swinging. His dick was thick enough, but I don't think it would clear his zipper while pissing. But then, he did have enough butt and belly to make up for the other boys. Chip was a cutie. His pubes were little wispy things in a patch right above his dick. He had a few pubes on his balls. They were very dark and showed up very well, even with the scarcity. He had a respectable sized dick. Anything bigger would have looked odd on him. Although, there was shrinkage. He chose to wrap his arms around him to keep warm and let his dick find warmer territory all by itself. The colder he got, the purpler his dick head got. When Chip had warmed up, all his junk stretched back out. There were several boys who were kidding around with him. He took it. He wagged his junk at them. I noticed several of the boys studying his stuff pretty closely. And Chip noticed me studying him. He looked at me a little shocked, but gave me a huge smile. I tried to act like I hadn't been caught. It was then that I realized that I had a huge interest in looking at these naked boys. I'm not sure the last time I saw anyone under 25 naked. I remembered that I did look and compare a lot back when I was their ages. After traveling with them, I was doing a little reverting in age and apparently in interest. I was thinking that I shouldn't be looking. But I did keep looking. I tried to get away and go set up for dinner a little early. I didn't need to be looking. I tried to be good but Chip and another boy, Kevin, didn't help me out. They got out of the water and came back to camp. Kevin got to his towel fairly quickly but Chip hung around, standing there naked for a little bit. I told them that they didn't need to be hanging around the kitchen naked, it would not be good for a pubic hair to fall into the food. They both laughed at me and said there has been a lot worse in the food. I would find out days later what they were talking about. Chip did go find his towel. He exposed his butt to the world as he dug through the bags in the trailer. Chip was tanned dark, his butt was as white as could be, and as he bent over with his legs spread, I could see his little pink hole from 12 feet away. I'm glad we had the fantastic cherry pie that night. It helped me get my mind off the visions and thoughts of the afternoon. Dinner was a form of chili. Instead of opening 5 cans of chili, they opened 5 cans of tomato sauce and different beans. It was actually pretty bad. But after the bodily effects on the boys, I was convinced that HSM Tom was either a sadist or had something against us all. We had the windows down most of the drive the next day. Myron had his head hanging out of the window, jowls flopping like some old basset hound. And I did contribute my fair share of farts. We did repay the Rashons with some manual labor. We stacked stones from the field onto a wall that had been growing for 10s of years. We did some repairs of water troughs that didn't look needed. We replaced a few boards on the front porch. And I help dispose of a cherry pie that had somehow avoided the trip to the campsite the night before. The conversation on that short drive that day was a little more risque. I got asked a few questions that I wasn't real comfortable answering. Those were mostly about my personal life, and more so at my sex life. After being naked with each other and exposed to the world, the boys talked more about bodies and sex. They did manage to confuse Myron enough that he both denied and admitted that he jacks off, in the same sentence. The smells in the vehicle really started to mount. It wasn't so terrible, just sweaty and dirty. The drive that day was relatively short. At a state campground, with other scout troops in adjoining campsites. They describe it to me that the scouts were approaching critical mass. Dinner that night was a shameful use of flour tortillas. It was explained to me that it was an enchilada pie. It didn't resemble an enchilada or a pie. I was really looking forward to when it was going to be my turn to plan and cook. The day after that, we were going nonstop until we hit the official campsite. The car got quiet as the dappled sun flashing through the trees seemed to put most of them to sleep. Chip called his turn at shotgun and he ended up leaning over and putting his head on my lap. I put my hand on his arm and rubbed it slightly. He wrapped his arms around my hand and I drove one handed for the next 100 miles. I thought it was cute, using my hand much like a teddy bear. I also got a kick out of the thought of how hard Chip tried to be tough, to meet the standards of the bigger and more developed boys and yet, here he was acting like a much younger kid. I also liked the feeling in my hand, its good to touch another person every now and then. We made it to the campsite. Scouts of all ages and sizes were directing traffic. Unfortunately, they directed us into the slowest of every line out there. I swear we were lined up behind a parked car for hours. It was hot, and oh my god it was humid. The exhaust from all the SUVs and trucks was making it almost unbearable. I let my boys out to go to the pisser and then sit under the trees near the road. Even though they were really just sitting there, their faces became sweaty and red. HSM Tom chastised all of us for abandoning vehicle. He wanted all of the boys to stay with the car until we got to camp. He got into an argument with them, Myron was the one who whined enough to get HSM Tom give it up. Well, that and while he was berating us, his own crew had headed for the pisser and water. We set up camp, did all kinds of registering, I never knew scouting involved so much paperwork. And it kept getting hotter and more miserable. While we were gone, another tent was erected right next to our sleeping tent. It blocked about every available breeze in that hellhole. Soon, there would be more than 43,000 over scouts just as miserable. The boys next to us were from out of the country. Their khakis were adorned with sky blue hats and bandanas. I had to laugh at the caps with short little brims, it looked more like a satire of a boy scout. And short shorts. The shorts were tight and cut right at the crotch. A lot of butt cheek was showing on several boys. Every boy there was blonde headed, light blonde. With smiles full of white teeth. But every adult they had there looked like they had been beaten with an ugly stick for that past 20 years or so. Those boys took the uniform look another step. When they woke up in the morning, each and every boy had on similar underwear. Tight little white things that the waist barely came above their pubic hairs. No slit in them to pull out dicks to piss. I'm sure it was easier to just pull it over the top. And every boy I saw that morning had a boner. The variation in size was consistent in that country. There were little tents and tents that pulled the top of the underwear away from their bodies. And not one of the boys was too worried about letting the world know they had boners. I know I was staring too much but I got a lot of smiles and nods in my direction as the boys got going that morning. To a boy, every one of our kids were slow getting out of their sleeping bags. I watched hands sneak inside the bag and scratch or manipulate balls and boners. Each one of them hoping to get their erection under control. A few tried to get up without others noticing. They tried to put shorts on while staying seated. They stood up bending over and stayed bent over as they got dressed. They all headed to the port-a-johns, only to wait in line with a bunch of other dancing teen boys. And dance they would until they could relieve their full bladders. While I was doing things at our camp, the boys in the next tent returned to change into swimsuits. They pulled off their shorts and underwear without even thinking about going behind a tent wall. I saw a dozen pink floppy little dicks with mostly blonde pubic bushes. The blonde bushes really got my attention. But I did watch the naked dicks until they were all hidden inside the suits. I was considering my options of holing up in the back of the cooking tent and relieving some of my pressure. I was just a little too scared to go in there and jack off. The next couple of days just got miserable. The heat took its toll on the kids. There were arguments and fights. Nobody really wanted to be there. And there was some bad news announced, there were some deaths involving some adults. And there were kids being taken to the hospital in not only ambulances but helicopters. We had plenty of water, though low on ice, and the boys carried water with them every where they went. It was one scout game that really took its toll on our boys. They came back sweating, red faced, squinting, sucking down bottles of water, and whining and complaining with the best of them. It actually got pretty serious with them, I fanned kids with towels, got them to strip down to underwear, whatever we could to get them cool. HSM Tom kept asking us if we saw any of the boys stop sweating. He was doing a fairly good job of doing things, if he could have just shut up for a little bit, I probably would have stopped my planning of fraggin him as soon as taps was played that night. The worst off were two of my boys, Myron just was not in good enough shape to take the heat. He spent hours on his hands and knees, trying to get as much breeze blowing on his body as he could. Chip who was very tan took on a very red tint. He looked like he could have passed out at any minute. I just kept fanning him. Jason had thrown up, it looked like mostly water. The skinnier boys were able to put up with the heat the best and did what they could to help out. The next day was even hotter, but there was no running around. The lines to the showers stretched out forever. We made it to a fire hydrant and cooled off under the spray. You could see the strength come back into the troop as their temperatures went down. And finally it started to cool off. An actual cool front came through. It also brought the rain. It just made a mess of things. The culmination of tents was great at keeping things dry but they also concentrated the rainwater onto a small area of grass and dirt. An impromptu slip-n-slide started up in the strip between our tents and the blonde foreign scouts' tent. Boy after boy would run and slide as far as he could. The relatively clear water ended up turning into mud. That didn't stop the boys from running and sliding. There just wasn't enough standing water or showers by the time they needed to quit and head for bed. The mud covered boys talked with there foreign counter parts way late into the night. I ended up sleeping in my folding chair. The next morning found boys all scattered among the four tents. Waking up was a mess. It was cooler, but there was mud everywhere. HSM Tom was more interested in beating a path back and forth to the port-a-john. He was in charge of dinner the night before. I took one bite out of it and spit it out. It was raw and had gone bad. HSM Tom insisted that it was good, even though most of the boys complained. I snuck out with my boys. The boys in my Excursion had become my boys. One of the other troops had been selling actual hamburgers. They had been doing a great job the entire time. It was the way they earned money to make the trip, they had a pretty permanent hamburger stand back home. It was the first good meal I had, other than the cherry pie, since we left home. I was more than happy to buy my boys burgers. And HSM Tom was not the only one to suffer from the runs. The boys with big enough appetites or lack of taste buds ate HSM Tom's disaster. They too developed the incapacitating diarrhea. The impact from the heat, the runs, the overall poor morale by surrounding camps, and the disappointment of the POTUS (President of the United States) canceling his speech to the camp caused the plans to abandoned camp and take and alternative trip. I was ready to head out but I had really just started getting into things. The weather was cool enough to be bearable now. But since HSM Tom couldn't hold his shit, we were going to go on the road that day. We packed up, tossing things into trailers rather than the neat packing that we had been practicing for weeks. We headed for the District of Columbia. We would scout out a suitable hotel when we got there, or I would call back to my secretary and have her find and reserve rooms for all of us. As we got close to the city, the radio traffic picked up between SUVs. Now, HSM Tom really didn't want a single cell phone to be carried but he wasn't going to take mine away. He passed out radios with headsets, one to each SUV and one for him. It was the way we were supposed to communicate on the road. It wasn't that bad of an idea but I never had the radio on my head. The boys took turns talking on it the entire waking trip. And with HSM Tom listening in, most of the time quietly, just listening, listening and taking mental notes. Well, mental notes to Tom would probably mean using a Sharpie to write on his own forehead. As the radio traffic tried to coordinate the plan for the search for a hotel, I took the lead on the freeway. Without much argument, I pulled into a hotel parking lot, walked into the front door and started getting the reserved rooms. A few objections from Tom were vented but I never actually heard them. I did quit arguing with the clerk that we were short a room when Tom suggested that we could use the rollaways and make it cheaper anyway. I wish I could have sprayed the shower into my Excursion. It had a light coating of mud and dust and the stench of a PE lockerroom after the Christmas break, you know that smell when about half the class forgot to take their gym clothes home for washing. The boys lined up in the rooms for there chance to get into the showers. Then they all stood at the window, letting the cool AC air blow over there bodies. The air was really aimed at their junk, and they stood there until there balls were adequately frosted. I sat there watching the naked butts. As the cold air hit them, there butts would clench, making the dimples on the side stand out even more. I got to view some naked shrunk up dicks as they let the cool air blow up their holes. Why the boys felt it was necessary to fart as the breeze blew past, I just don't know but it had me headed for the fresh air in the shower. The planned called for the adults to sleep in the rollaways. This big ol' boy was just a little too big to make that happen. After a spring or two surrendered and the bottom of the mattress was headed for a reunion with the floor, I sought other sleeping accommodations. Myron was more than happy to abandon Chip and take the rollaway. He complained that he knew Chip would end up wetting the bed. Then he complained that the rollaway was squeaky. Then he whined when the other boys told him that the bed would not be as squeaky if he would quit jacking off. I was about asleep when Chip nudged me and pulled my face up off the pillow. He kept a hand on my mouth. Which, I don't know how his hands could smell that bad, he had just gotten out of the shower an hour or so ago. But he made my head face the other bed. There was plenty of light coming in through the partially closed window drapes. I saw a huge white lump in the other bed. After camping out and listening to the various campfire stories, my foggy brain thought it was a polar bear attacking one of my boys. That victim, Troy, was on his back under that big white mass, his mouth was open, his eyes tightly closed, and his face contorting. I realized Troy wasn't being eaten by the bear, but that bear was the other boy under the sheet. Chip and I watched as the scout was getting a blow job after building up cum for about a week. Somehow, I think these two had gotten some relief a few other times on the trip. My bed was shaking as Chip was laughing silently. I put my finger on his lips to shush him. He grabbed my hand and held it to his body. He dug his nails into the back of my hand as we witnessed Troy's orgasm. There was no doubt, his back arched, his head pressed hard into the pillow, a few squeaks came from his mouth, and his face really contorted. I'm in my bed, trying like hell to keep Chip from making contact with my boner. His legs or butt were right there, with just the smallest movement, the tip of my dick would touch him. I didn't want the complications associated with rubbing my boner on a Boy Scout. Chip sure didn't help out, it seemed like he was actively searching out contact. In my mind, I had a plan. As soon as Troy and Matt fell asleep, and Chip lost interest and passed out himself, I could go ahead and rub and grind my dick into Chip's butt. My brain realized the combination of watching the adjacent sex act and the fact that I hadn't jacked off in a week, was driving my urge to play around. My brain wanted to avoid that. It was just that everything below my waist just couldn't hear my brain. We waited for a little bit. Instead of Troy and Matt falling asleep, Troy rolled out of bed. He stayed on his knees as Matt slid over to that side of the bed. I saw the underwear get pulled down to his knees, but Troy was blocking the good show. His body made it clear what was going on and I could watch Troy's naked butt as it clenched and flexed facing us. I heard Matt ask Troy to suck his balls, and Troy's head made the small move. Matt made several little whispered requests and Troy seemed to make each happen. Matt started announcing his impending orgasm. I felt myself cheering him on. The suspense was building, he would be shooting any second. And he had to have been one head bob from it when the room shook with a ferocious fart from the rollaway. The two boys in the other bed jumped, Chip flinched flew up into the air. The boys jumping made me jump a whole lot more than the fart. Chip landed much closer to me, his butt was pinning my dick up against my body. Matt had been so close that fart or no, he started shooting. I was able to see a shot or two as it few into the light from the window. Matt and Troy got back into bed. Matt insisted that Troy was sleeping too close, that if we saw them sleeping that close, we would call them fags. And there was some cleaning and wiping with the sheets. Chip stayed close, kept my boner warm for awhile and we both fell asleep before too long. I even woke up with a little giggle. The next day, we took advantage of the tourist attractions. We roamed around with other scouts that shared our better judgment. We toured the Air & Space Museum, The Natural History Museum, and had started into the Natural history Museum when everyone lost interests. A Smithsonian burger and fries gave us enough strength to head back the vehicles. HSM Tom and a few of the boys also toured the Smithsonian restrooms in each Museum, and on multiple floors. That night, there wasn't a repeat of the performance. But there was late night talk. We were all tired but we stayed awake and talked over life. They listened to the things I had to say and asked me questions from sports to war to love to women and beyond. Although most of the time, I just listened to them talk and explain their thinking. The other four boys from the adjoining room entered into the conversation. Jason and Shine (I'm still not sure if that is his name or a nickname from anything) came in from the other room and sat on my bed. Jason eventually worked his way up to where he way laying in front of Chip, sharing his pillow. Shine was at the foot of the bed, he felt more like an old loyal dog sleeping at the foot of his master. Chip had moved back and was making contact with me over much of our bodies. I stayed at an angle to keep my boner for poking him in the butt. At sometime, I fell asleep with a couple of the boys still talking softly. Jason was close to snoring, Chip was solidly out. I know I got a little more comfortable just before I fell asleep. My boner found a nice unrestricted position below Chip's butt. I laid my arm across him and my hand was on Jason's arm. Apparently, we had kicked Shine out of bed and on to the floor, he slept alone in his bed in the other room. I know I had twisted around a few times in the middle of the night but I ended up in about the same position I started out as I fell asleep. Chip had flipped over and his head was right on my belly. I was soaking wet from him drooling on me. Jason was right up against Chip. Neither of them under the covers and I think they sought out the warmth from the other bodies. I could also feel the definite hardness of Chip's boner pressing into my leg. I rose up, headed for the bathroom. I looked at Jason, and I confirmed his tented underwear. He did need to change those today, they had a little stain, or maybe just a wet spot right at the tip of his dick. I pissed, seemed like for 20 minutes, then pulled on shorts and walked out of the room. I found enough change in my pocket to buy a single can of coke, for the price I normally pay for a six pack. I stood against the rail on the balcony, my hand all over my dick and balls. Not really stroking but I was very tempted to do so. I was really thinking about all the talk the night before, all the feelings I had been having, all the things that I had been staring at, and all the thoughts of potential actions I had swirling in my head. Then I had the shit scared out of me by the security guard who came up to check on me. That day continued with some tours of the monuments. I noticed a strange thing. Not only did all the other tourist get quiet as they approached the Viet Nam memorial but so did my entire troop. None of the fathers said a thing about being quiet, it just happened. I took a few moments to look at the reactions of the boys. They whispered some questions but were so conscious of the Wall and the names of the men who had died. It sent a shiver through my body. That visit to the Wall inspired the topic of discussion in my vehicle as we started the long trek back home. The boys were serious and concerned as they talked about the war in Iraq and the potential of having to serve and go over there. Some felt a duty to go. Others were genuinely afraid they would have to go. They speculated on the draft. They challenged each other on the opinions of the war. Some believed it was the parents' ideas that the boys were speaking. Others had very different ideas from their parents. Jason believed he wanted to go, that the war was just and needed. I know his mother thought it was all a dick fight, to show which country leader had the biggest one. Dinner was fine but it resulted in a minor disaster. My buddy Mark backed his trailer in my Excursion. He didn't realize that the door to the trailer was open and he drove the handle right through my radiator. We made it over to the dealership only to find out that they could help us but not until the next day. I know my reaction had encouraged it but Mark and HSM Tom decided that they needed to move on down the road and keep to the plan of staying back at the Rashon's that night. Tom had to get back on time for his work and apparently the one day was one too many. I was more than happy to have them leave me behind with my load of boys. And the boys were ready to stay with me. I promised a movie and another night at a real hotel, with a clean cool pool. Forget about seeing Stealth, it just wasn't worth it. It was good enough for my seven boys. I loved the bottomless bags of popcorn. They weren't cheap but they went a long way to filling up the nearly bottomless teen boy stomachs. And I think they drained the melted butter dispenser in the lobby. After the movie, I let them wear their little butts out in the pool. They were enough to scare all the other families out of the pool. And I had Dominos deliver right to the pool. Two adjoining rooms meant no rollaway. Matt and Troy shared the room with me and Chip. There was some playing some truth or dare, I left that to the other room. We all talked and told stories until I was lifting boys up and tossing them in the beds. I'm glad that Jason and Shine were awake enough to get up, I probably would have thrown a blanket over them. Everybody crashed pretty quick. Chip was quiet and I put my hand on his back and started to rub and scratch. He made me give him a back scratch that covered every inch of his back and repeat a few times. I was finally able to move my hand when he started to snore quietly. It may have been the smaller group but it was an easy quiet night, finally. One thing about feeding 7 teen boys all the popcorn and pizza they can eat, don't limit the next morning to 2 bathrooms. Not to be too gross but we put a hell of a strain on those toilets. If we had been back at camp, we would have severely damaged those port-a-johns. We were on our way fairly quickly. The dealership didn't mess around and got us in and out quicker than I thought. We couldn't go to the Rashon's that night, other campers had plans and while we probably could have squeezed without anyone noticing us, we decided to get as far as we could. I had a thought, and I made the boys promise not to talk too much about our next lodging. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but I wasn't sure that the mom's of boy scouts would approve of a casino hotel. I called my office, had them used some deals and comps and we were set up. In the middle of the week, the casino did take care of us, a nice 2 bedroom suite with a living area in between. Plasma TVs, fridges, even a fruit basket, a bottle or wine and assorted sodas. They normally take good care of me at their other facilities but I think my office did some fast talking. We roamed the casino, not hanging around enough to get the attention from the guards. We watched from the upper level and I got to explain the games to them. They all wanted to play poker, they were all experts in Texas Hold `em. We ate dinner at the buffet, another good choice, with almost the same impact the next morning. Then to the gift shop. They all had money for little stuff and there wasn't going to be much chance to buy anything from here on out. They bought some T's, handheld games, decks of cards, and junk. What I found out later, they also snuck out with a bottle of vodka. It did appear on my room charge. I had a suite of well fed, rested, and drinking boys. After showing some things with the cards, they started to play poker. They thought it was too silly to play strip poker, they had seen each other naked more than with clothes on and several were already just sitting around in just underwear anyway. They blended in their last night game of truth or dare and even convinced me to play. As long as I didn't have to do anything illegal, (improper was to be considered later) and as long as things kept relatively calm. Calm enough not to get thrown out of a casino hotel. It was simple, 5 Card Draw, everybody stays in, the high hand gets to tell the lowest hand what to do. There were some pretty good `truths'. More than I remember as a boy. They had some pretty deep things, some I could tell it was from knowing each other so well. They played on each others' fears and feelings. Only Myron refused to talk about one thing, dealing with his mother. We are probably all the better not hearing that one. I got asked if anything `weird' happened in the bed the last couple of nights. I froze with fear. Chip kicked the boy asking. I asked for clarification. Chip got madder and madder. I was thinking of all the possible things. There were boners on both sides of the bed, there was some touching, there was a lot of close sleeping. I was starting to say something as the boys were laughing and arguing when Myron said, "Did Chip wet the bed? That is what he means." I said of course not. Then Chip volunteered that when he was little, like 8 or 9, they had a sleep over and his friends did the thing with the warm water and he pissed the bed. There was more to the story, about the other two boys in bed with him, and both thought it was them that did it. Chip ended up laughing about it, it was an old joke that they still loved to bring up. I won and I asked about the story that I heard part of back at camp, about the "worst" stuff in the food. They all swore that it was before any of them were coming scouting but the story goes that there were two troops who combined to make the trip. They took turns cooking. When one troop got made at the other, they all pissed in one of the pots of food. The other troop ate it. Well, they found out about it. The next day, all the other troop jacked off into the pot. Then they say one of the scout masters mixed the pots and they all ended up eating cum. That story got more of the `truths' to be based on dicks, jacking, girls, sex, all that good stuff that boys in underwear talk about, hmm. My friends would have been doing more dares, pulling out dicks, getting hard, showing their holes, stuff like that. These boys stayed away from the dares, for the most part. There were a few things that needed a dick to show through or a comparison of pubic hair. Several of the boys had been running back and forth to the other room, to sneak a shot of vodka in their cokes, mountain dews, or 7-ups. And it was a hand that Jason went for a shot, that I lost. I was asked if I was his real father. I said no, told them I was married to his mother but only for a couple of years. But several of them argued that is not what he meant. They thought that I was his real father from years ago. They said we look alike, talk alike, even walk alike. Jason came back into the room and they told him the question and answer. He slugged the hell out of the boy who asked and said, "See, I told you!" But the boys wouldn't give it up. They made us stand side by side, looked at the color of our hair, the shape of our chest hair. A couple of them agreed that our nipples even looked exactly the same. And one said that he saw our dicks and they even looked the same. Jason wasn't buying into this and he dropped his underwear to expose his dick. I was pretty quick at letting them see. But you know, they had a pretty good point, they did look an awful lot alike. I will say this, it something that I'm exploring now. We got away from the game as they tried to piece the time line together. They asked when was the last time I fucked Jason's mother before we broke up. Its not all that impossible. We had to break things up. I let the boys get ready for bed. I put some clothes on and went down to the casino. My trips to the casinos usually mean a good long time at the tables, playing good money and sometimes winning. I wasn't going to sit down there long. I could imagine that I would come back to the room and find Myron fucked to death and all the others are flopping around the room with cum dripping off their dicks and I would have to explain that I was playing craps as they humped him to death. I know that is extreme vision of what could happen but the truth or dare game got steamy. I just went to the high roller slot pit and stuffed 100's into a $25 video poker game. I really wasn't expecting to win, I just wanted to keep my bet average up and I was going to have to play high and fast to keep my comp rating. A couple of low paying wins was followed by a 5 of a kind, and just a few hands later I hit 4 deuces. That is a very good pay out. I got it to an even number and cashed out. I had to wait for a hand pay. I figured this trip wasn't going to cost me after all. It was dark and fairly quiet when I got back to the suite. The boys who were awake, wanted to hear how I did and they were very proud of me. A couple thought that I should be sharing with them. I reminded them of the pizza, popcorn, the bed they were sleeping on... It was a good laugh. Jason came out to the middle room and wanted to talk for a second. He wanted me to forget about what the boys said, that it was just bull shit. He said it wouldn't be a bad thing to be my real son but it didn't mean anything. He stumbled on his words, my thoughts were equally as confused. It was getting to be a mess, when I finally said, "Why don't we work on the relationship we have now and see how we do with that?" A smile and a hug that popped my bones, and then he was off to bed. Chip was waiting for me. He wanted more back scratching. We laid there quietly, my fingernails moving slowly over his back. He made me look at the bed next to us. Matt and Troy were playing something under the covers. Both there heads were on the pillows but there was plenty of movement under the covers. It wasn't as rhythmic as jacking each other off but they had a hold of each other's junk. There were some grunts and moans and whimpers. One a little louder and that got Chip to laugh a little bit. That stopped all the movements in the other bed. There were some whispers and then they rolled over and went to sleep. That and rubbing a boy was enough to get me hard, even if it was just rubbing his back. I should tell a little more specific about Chip. He is the son of one of the wealthiest families in town. He is actually Charles the 4th. In the Family, there was Charles, Charlie, Chas, and now Chip, his mother just couldn't stand the name Chuck. His father was as cold as ice when it came to relationship. He could make deals for millions, he was honest, at least in everything I ever had to do with him, but he was just a fish when it came to being a person. Chip's mother loved to shop, she loved to get her picture in the paper working on some charity, or participating on the annual holiday pageants. That didn't leave a lot of time or attention to Chip. He did have the nicest clothes and toys. He had a horse, a llama (or alpaca), and a bedroom suite about the size of most of the other boy's entire houses. Chip also went to summer camps, almost all summer, scout camp, private camps, horse camps, even an acting camp. Those camps kept Chip busy and entertained but also at a distance from his parents. I am guessing at his home life but I don't know if he gets a hug off camera all year long. Chip is a beautiful boy. He has dark black hair that will catch the sun. It has that texture that you do like to rub your hand through it. He seems like he always has a tan. Those camps keep him outside all the time. And his little butt is about as white as can be. While he has hit puberty, enough hairs on his dick, his skin is free from zits. Smooth skin all over him, cheeks that are a little chubby, peach fuzz on those cheeks. He can bend in about any position and is quick and light as he jumps around. He does get teased a little more than average. I think it's done to try to get him to smile. His tan sets off his huge white smile so well. And he does smile and laugh when teased more than getting upset. He is also very warm, especially when snuggling up to get in back scratching position. The boys had set the AC as cold as possible and the heat from his body was welcomed. I kept scratching his back, I fell asleep a few times but got nudge back into service. We heard sleep breathing from the bed next to us, Matt and Troy were sound asleep. Chip took my hand and pulled it toward his front. I continued to move my fingers. He pulled my hand down to his underwear. I pulled my hand away. He grabbed it again and pulled that way again. I thought he was kidding at first but when he was forcing my hand on his dick, I knew he was serious. I whispered to him that I couldn't do that. I told him it wasn't right. He whispered back to me, pleading for me to do it. I kept telling him its wasn't right and he told me it was, that he was the one who wanted it. The whole time he was trying to push my hand on his dick as much as possible. I quit resisting some. I left my hand on top of his underwear. My fingers moved around and it felt his boner. His underwear was cottony soft. His belly was soft, smooth and warm. But his boner was truly as hard as a rock. I went ahead and let my hand play with it. He was melting in the bed, he was moving his hips, he was snuggling closer, his breathing was affecting how I was breathing, his hand slipped back and forth on my belly. My heart beat was about go out of control. I was scared, excited, horny, and how many other emotions. Then Chip took my hand again. He pulled it up and started to slip it under his waistband. I tried several times to tell him no. He was insistent. And he won. My fingers found that rockhard, hot dick. I played with his wispy pubes, longer than they looked but still just a few of them. I pulled gently at the hairs and followed them around the side and on his sack. I played with the pubes on his balls, pubes that you couldn't really see in daylight. The whole time, he was pushing his hips so that his dick could make contact with some part of my hand. I took his dick in my fingers. I was so amazed at how soft the skin was on his dick and how it slipped over the hardened shaft. A finger played with his head. I felt the wetness of precum and slicked up his head with it. I started to stroke his dick. Chip kept repeating something and I stopped for a second to ask what he was saying. He just kept saying, "do that, do that, do that!" I had to smile. A plan came through my mind. I figured the best way out of this was to go ahead and jack him off, get him to cum, then do something about the aching boner in my underwear. I was loving the way his dick felt in my hand. When his chant changed to "yea yea yea yea" I could tell he was close, that and his balls were drawn up so that I was hitting them with each stroke. I could feel his entire body tense up as he started to shoot. He made the cutest little squeaks as the first several shots flowed out of his dick and down my fingers. I slowed down and eased him into being still, I squeezed out the last little bit. I played for a second by fingering his cum on his belly. He moved so that we were spooning. Then he flipped over quickly and gave me kiss on the cheek. He flipped back over, and my dick was sandwiched between our bodies, enjoying the heat from his body but aching for relief. My mind kept going over and over what had just happened. I had fallen asleep a little bit. It may have been an hour later, maybe 3 hours, when I felt his hand grab mine. He pulled it right back to his underwear. I went ahead and slid my hand underneath. I felt him shudder and shiver as my finger touched his boner. And he was completely hard again. I let my hand play around in his underwear. I felt where his cum had dried in his pubes and on his underwear. I pulled on the cum in his hair. He didn't particularly think that felt that good and I got thinking that if I pulled and hair came with it, I might pull out most of his pubes. I was stroking his fast. I did reach down and play with his balls several times. I know I timed it out great at least once, he was so ready to cum and I pulled on his balls. Those balls were great too, hard and perfect shaped. I finally just kept stroking and again his whole body was cuming. I felt it all slide down my hand. I finally pulled my hand out of his underwear, he was still a little hard but nothing like he was to start with. I was waiting for him to fall asleep, I planned on getting up and going into one of the bathrooms and jacking. Then I felt him moving. I felt his hand run up my leg, towards my underwear. His hand went up through the leg opening. Fingers were flicking and moving all my good parts down there. It felt like I had a huge itch and I need his fingers to scratch it for me. I moved around just enough to get his fingers on the best feeling spots. His fingers found all the precum. He asked me if I had cum already. I whispered that it was just precum, like he had. I don't think he understood precum, even if he did have it. He played with the head of my dick. It felt like he was trying to stick his finger in the piss hole. Then he told me to roll on my side. He snuggled up good against me and then reached around. He pulled my underwear and away. Then he started to jack me. It took a little bit to get him to use a full stroke, what he was practicing on was not the big. But I was really getting into it. At one point, I had to scratch my nose. When I did, I smelled all of Chip's cum on my fingers. Then it was something out of my own teen days. I had gone forever not coming and I was ready to explode. I tried to squeeze and keep it in but I felt my cum shoot out. I swear it was coming out so fast that you could hear it. Chip quit stroking at the right time, before I was too sensitive to let him touch me. But he also played with my cum. He was especially interested in rubbing my cum on my balls. He even tried to force a few fingers behind my balls. I did pull his hand out. And again, he reached up and gave me a kiss, more on the lips, and for much longer and with really pressing hard against my face. And as he stopped the kiss, he whispered "thanks" and "I love you". I took it as part of the heat of the moment, I repeated it back to him, not really thinking. And we were asleep in almost no time. I did take an opportunity to feel the front of his underwear as the wake up time approached. The whole front was stiff and had that great cum smell. After I got all the boys awake, found the empty bottle of vodka, and realized I was waking up hung over teens, we headed for breakfast. I wasn't rushing, they were hungry again. They all got eggs the way they wanted, waffles made hot, bacon and sausage, or for Myron, a hamburger patty. They were down to their last set of semi-clean clothes, although I think the underwear had been the same for days. I knew I had to make it back to town that day. It was a long but loud and active trip back. Long hard laughs. An occasional need to open all the windows. Some stories being repeated of what they had just gone through. And thoughts of getting back home. It also had a lot of people thinking. What was I going to do with Chip. I can not leave it like it ended that night. I just need to go out to his house and rip him away from his parents and get him some of the loving and other human emotions he needs. And Jason and I have been doing a little talking. And he asked his mom some questions that I know are surrounding who his father really is. I have been believing it more and more. I am tempted to taking us to a DNA clinic. And HSM Tom didn't approve of things I told him but he really wasn't too upset. He told me how much he appreciated all I had done and really appreciated letting him go ahead and leaving me behind. He also let me keep the Scout Master shirt!