Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2005 21:20:41 -0600 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a trip 10 I was told last summer that playing truth or dare with Chip was always dangerous. While the game would usually start pretty lame and then progress, Chip would start where most of them would quit. I learned that the game really doesn't have a truth element to it, at least the way the scout troop has played it for as long as any of them can remember. It was supposedly born out of a challenge game dealing with such things as archery or washers. It was all good clean supervised fun. That was until the campfires were mere embers and the tent flaps were zipped. I saw in on my first trip with the troop. It started with such things as farting into the fire. That is always disappointing the fuel/air mixture is never quite right when it reaches the ignition source. The worst it ever got in a fairly public setting was sniffing the discarded underwear of a fellow scout. However, I was able to witness a little more riske challenges when a smaller group was alone in a hotel room. Even then, I wouldn't worry too much about it. The only rule on the limits is: Leave no permanent scars. The typical winter ice storm had blown in. It closed school for the next day. It did make the roads a horrible mess. The TV news was nothing more than watching half frozen reporters standing next to completely frozen highways and blathering on about how the ice was cold and the cars were spinning. They showed the line of semi's all pulled over on the side of the road and the path that the truckers and other road warriors had beaten to the series of local hotels. They even got a sound bite from my wife, the convention hostess at the largest of the hotels. She was saying that they didn't know where they were going to put all the stranded travelers, not to mention the hundred or so drunken employees from the First National Bank. They became stranded when their Christmas party, oh sorry, their Winter Holiday party was also caught in the ice. As my wife was stranded there, I had my own stranded travelers. Even though it would have taken only a 3 minute walk for to get home. Another was Chip. Hell, he is here about half his life now anyway. It was as much a celebration of no school as it was being stranded. A little cheer went up each and every time the School Cancelled scrolled across the bottom of the TV. They also feasted like it was a celebration. Its hard enough to keep enough food in the house for two teen boys, now I had four. My oldest boy has been known to go to the freezer as soon as he gets home from school and get a TV dinner to tide him over until dinner. I had to call out the heavy guns, call for pizza. Those stranded truckers should really take note of the tires on those pizza delivery cars. Those cars don't seem to have a problem at all making around town. It got a little late, the boys were camping in the den. I was drifting in and out of sleep on the couch with the TV droning away. I would awaken as the laughter or screams from the den rose an order of magnitude. I could tell the challenge game was on. It was actually the sound of silence that kept me awake. A shadow appeared on the wall, then a head peeked around the corner, a few little giggles and a "Look at that butt" came from the den. Then quickly walking from the den, through the room to the kitchen was a big naked body with hands covering all the good parts. A minute or so later, he made his way back, his hands still full. And I stayed still on the couch. Kevin had been challenged to run through the room naked and get a coke. Kevin is a big boy. He looks square. He has big shoulders, big head, big legs, he is just big. Not fat, although he did have a little belly showing as he ran through. Every feature of the boy is big. He makes my boy Jason look lithe and coordinated. But you put Kevin on the football field and he rules. He doesn't know his own strength but is really a sweet kid. He has long shaggy light brown hair that always seems to end up over his eyes. A tuft of about a dozen hairs are in the middle of his chest. The light brown happy trail made its way from his belly button over the soft roll of baby fat to a thick bush of pubic hair. All the pubic hair trying to conceal what is best described as a beer can dick. I haven't seen him hard during the first long trip I made with the troop or during the few other times he has stayed over but its impressive when limp. It looks to be about the circumference of a beer can. It doesn't poke out much beyond his pubes but the big round head looks like an end of a summer sausage from Hickory Farms. The den erupted with laughter as he made it back. The other boys complained that he brought back a can of Dr Pepper instead of Coke and they were trying to convince him to go back again. They asked him if I saw, and he told them that I was asleep the entire time. If I was, there was no way I could have stayed asleep with all the laughter from the den. I listened to the next several challenges, which included having Lance go play the piano with his boner. He got some notes played, he'll have to work on his chords sometime later. A little later came another challenge that involved me. Right after the boys moved in with me, it was clear that Lance didn't really want much to do with me. I didn't push it, I didn't try to become his father, I just tried to get to know each other and let things develop. And I think we have reached a very satisfactory relationship. We have opened up to each other. I even get called dad by the boys. Well, most of the time its d-dad, as in Designated Dad, my role in the scout troop. The boys in the troop call me that, but most of the time Jason just shortens it to dad. I've even caught Lance doing it a time or two. Kevin was playing off that original rocky relationship and his executed trip to the kitchen to challenge Lance to get naked and come kiss me. Lance just scoffed at that challenge. As he turned the corner into the room, he stepped out of his underwear. His boner was clearly visible and he walked right up to me, did a little boogie dance and then leaned over and planted a kiss right on my forehead. Even though, I was laughing at the fact that I was just kissed by a naked boy, I was really thinking how much his dick looked from the last one I saw. For every bit of difference in the width of the two dicks, Lance's made up for it in length. He can't be all that long but it is so narrow that it looks longer. It looks like a dangerous, sharp weapon. It will also stand up to a damp towel. I have witnessed Lance using it as a towel rack after he got out of the shower and concentrated on doctoring his zits in the shaving mirror. I kept listening to the boys. I heard Lance tell Chip, "You always say you can get him to suck your dick. Well, go make him." The challenge was that Chip had to come out and put his dick on my lips. Lance was asking for something else, saying that it was just not right. Kevin kept saying over and over that I would end up killing all of them if I woke up. Chip came tiptoeing in, like the sound of his footsteps would be any louder than the party going on. He had his hand on his dick, not to hide it but playing with it. I've seen that in boys, the urge is just too great to keep hands off. Chip got close, I kept an eye open. I knew Chip would do it. He leaned over and looked at my face, I could feel his breath on my face and smell the pizza. He got a position leaning on the couch and pointing his dick at my mouth. I got a huge whiff of his scent. It was of cum, fresh and a little old, of sweat and hormones. I felt the soft skin on his dick head touch my lips. It seemed like he was teasing my lips by pulling it back quickly but I realized it was his heartbeat and his dick was pulsing up and down. Chip leaned in a little more and I got enough dick in my mouth that his dickhead rested on my tongue. I had planned on being perfectly still but my mouth and tongue automatically played with his dick. Chip sucked in air as my lips sucked in his dickhead. I quickly released it. Chip hovered over me for just a second longer. Then he backed up and looked closely at my face again. As he walked back to the den, his hand still on his dick, he stopped and looked back. When he got in the den, they others asked him if he actually did it. He said he got close but couldn't do it. He said that Jason was right, that it wasn't right to do. As he said that, I sucked in a pubic hair and it made me cough. The boys got quiet. I `cussed' a little, even complained that I had a pube in my mouth. I got up, my own boner very apparent, and made my way into the kitchen. That feeling that I described about how boys just can't keep their hands off their dicks was in control of me right then. I halfway jacked while walking in the kitchen and halfway tried to calm down so my boner would disappear. I finally settled down and was presentable enough to go back out. I went to the den to check on the boys. They had a variety of game cubes and such and were acting like nothing happened over the last hour or so. I don't think they were trying that hard, their minds just reset. I asked if they were still hungry, and I looked at Kevin and asked him if he needed another Dr Pepper. He looked at the can and blushed, I just left it at that. Kevin and Jason decided it was time to take it to it to Jason's room and go to bed or do whatever they do. Chip and Lance wanted to come watch TV with me on the couch. When those two get together, they can get very philosophical. They are each other best therapist. The conversation wasn't all that deep until we talked about Christmas. Chip asked if he could spend Christmas with us. He wanted to come over after his family does Christmas on Christmas Eve and spend the night and wake up with us. Lance thought that was a wonderful idea, and so did I but it would come down to what the mothers thought. Chip went on to describe his Christmas morning. All his presents are opened the night before. In the morning, he gets up, showers and gets dressed in a suit with a red tie and they go to the country club for Christmas Breakfast. There are several families there and the dining room and kitchen staff. We all thought it sucked for the people working that they had to give up their Christmas morning. I told them that I had actually done that years ago. Back when I was living alone and had to be on call when I still worked for someone else. I had a nice lady who served me and she said that she wouldn't let her family get out of bed until she got back home and then it all started like it was the first thing in the morning. But I listened as Chip described a very cold and really kinda sad celebration of Christmas. To me, that was a way to start off the day and make it a little special, but to his family, it was the event of the day. I asked Chip to describe what he thought would be the very best Christmas. It involved our family but mostly Lance. He described Lance as being one of the few people who are really who they try to be. That he is the same in school as he is at home, the same with the teachers as he is with the guys he is around. I agreed and added that no one was going to change Lance unless he wanted to. And I wouldn't think of trying to change him, and really didn't want to, I liked him like he is. I got a little snuggle on that comment. Chip described the best Christmas morning. He and Lance would wake up all warm and struggle to get out of the bed (apparently the same bed) before the other one. And then race Jason for the pile of presents under the tree. They would all still be in their underwear as they ripped through the boxes and bags. I would be sitting on the couch, directing it all, my wife would make a huge breakfast of pancakes with piles of cherries and all the bacon he could eat. And the opening of the presents would last all day. The boys would end up with enough clothes to wear by the end of the day. Lance fell asleep as Chip told his thoughts. He was leaning against me, as sound asleep as I have ever seen him. I moved his hair from his face and let my fingers drift over his cheeks. Just a light coat of very blond fuzz covers his face, his skin soft and his cheeks full. My mind went back to the kiss he laid on me and I really wanted to kiss his cheeks right then. I couldn't do that without waking him up. Chip was watching me look at Lance. He said, "He is a cute boy, isn't he?" I had to agree. Chip put his finger on the edge of Lance's lips and pulled on corner up in a smile and told me that he really liked to see him smile. Chip got up, grabbed the blanket and settled in on the other side of me. I threw the blanket over all three of us. Chip confessed to me that Lance had kissed me when I was asleep. I told him I knew, it was when they were playing the challenge. He spun around and looked at me and asked what else I knew. I told him I don't tell everything I know, and I made a face like I was trying to figure out what that taste was on my tongue. He called me a few names as we both laughed. We talked for a little while longer. It wasn't long before Chip was sleeping on me on the other side. I didn't really want to move. I was the warmest I had been since the ice storm moved in. - - - - - - Thanks for all you who wrote me and told me to keep writing. I hope you enjoyed this one too.