Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2006 15:36:30 -0600 From: Chris Pe Subject: what a trip 13 Just when things seemed to be settling into place, along comes life. I got distracted by work, I actually had to something to earn my keep. I did avoid having to wear a tie, the most foul piece of a man's wardrobe. I sure did rack up some miles for frequent flier points. It has been the most I've been away from the house since I became an instant family man. It used to be my biggest worry when I was away from the house was any package left for me by the post office. Its why I always make sure my carrier gets a little something at Christmas. She has taken very good care of me over the years. Now, I worry about the safety of my wife and boys, but mostly just flat out miss them. I will brag a little here. It seems that I am fertile, my little guys can swim. My wife developed a deep desire for a little girl during the holiday visits from her sisters and nieces. She and I took advantage of every time we got alone to try to make a baby. It wore my ass out. I had no sperm left in my balls, not a drop of semen to be had. I was walking with a limp and felt like I had been riding horses for days. While she won't let me tell anybody, she is sure she is pregnant. As to being a girl, its going to be awhile before we find that out. My boys have been a handful. Lance and I were really doing good before the holidays. He was looking for me to actually do some parenting and being very accepting of it. We were also getting to be better friends as well. Then he went to visit his father. His older brother wanted nothing to do with it. I was very willing to pay for the flight, take him to the airport, and whatever else he needed to make the trip. I stayed out of the discussions with his mother about the sanity of the trip. The trip ended up being cut very short. I picked up a fuming miserable 13 year old just a couple of days after he left. I took some of his anger and just let it slide off of me. I didn't try then to find out what had happened, I knew he would get over it, just give him time. I've gotten to know him well enough to know that if you try to steer him in any direction, he will resist and just make it harder. Little by little I saw the happiness reappear. He got back into the routine with his friends and family. And he did make good on a promise he made not long after he came back. Before he went to visit his father, I bought him a gift card from one of his favorite restaurants. The idea was for him to be able to treat his father to a dinner. His father didn't want anything to do with it. When he came back, Lance asked me if he could take me out and use the card on us. I did like the idea very much. Lance and I had not spent that much time alone together. The short drives while I took him or picked him up from some activity were fine but even those were a little awkward and always fairly quiet. The times spent at home with just the two of us, the TV did most of the discussion. I was a little apprehensive about the date. Somehow, it was the most enjoyable time I had ever spent with Lance. He quickly assumed the lead role, asking for our table, conversing with the waitress, and making sure she knew that he had the card to pay for it all. We had a good table so that we could see the restaurant but it was private enough to provide comfort. In a very short time, Lance was all smiles and laughs. I love his smile, its big and toothy and his whole face lights up. His smile is a little crooked. Its just that his eye-teeth are set back, a little crowded and make a little gap. I actually think that it makes for a great unique smile, especially when I can get him to smile. I joked along with him more to see him react than for his enjoyment. He laughed and twisted and acted like a kid. I saw a kid I liked. It made me think back to what I would have thought about Lance if I were his age. I felt like I would have been one to enjoy his company, to seek him out to have him lead the fun, and want to be his friend. I could picture who he would be in relation to me. He probably be a little cooler than me. As we joked and had a good time, we started to talk a little more. Still nothing too deep or serious but more about what he was thinking. It was the kinds of things that excite him or what he wanted to do next summer, or when he was old enough to drive, or to run off to college. There was a spark in his voice and a glow in his eyes. I could see the teen, or high school or even college student he was becoming. As he moved his hand or took a breath and held his head a certain way, he looked to be maturing in front of me. I knew he wasn't a little boy but he seemed to be poised to leap into adulthood at any second. At one point, he launched into a monologue, describing the silliness of the conflicts occurring in his life. My mind went to thinking where he was going in life and who he would turn into. I hope he didn't say anything too important, I paid no attention to his talking as I was thinking of his future. When Lance moved in with me, I tried not to talk down to him but I found myself doing just that several times. There were times that I could tell his mind was just not processing what I was saying. I think we both felt frustrated when I had to talk to him like a kid. That night, the conversation was easy. I never felt like I talked down to him, well, other than to joke around. At times, he sounded as mature as anybody at my office. I got to talk to him and he was interested in what I was saying. I told him stories that I have told friends for years, so I was pretty good at stressing the good parts. I also found myself talking about family and life. It surprised me when he agreed with me and even offered a little analysis on a couple of my thoughts. We were both disappointed when we had to leave. I thanked him for `buying' me dinner and he handled the whole payment very well, including figuring the tip. The boy ain't cheap when it comes to tipping. Our conversation continued on the ride home and continued in the den after he had properly reported the events to his mother. The night ended with him falling asleep on the couch. I wasn't about to disrespect him by carrying him to his bed. I would have done that a week earlier, he just seemed to big for that. Life got good with Lance, for a while. Then it started with trying to get his butt out of bed each morning. It was getting harder and harder to get him up and going. If I could get him up and in the shower, we made it. There were mornings that there was no time left to get him cleaned up. I really thought the most preferred way to get him up and going was to use a broom stick up his butt. Stick it up there, move him under the shower, scrub him around, and finally shake him off the stick when he woke up. I wasn't his favorite person on school mornings. I thought he always liked school but he sure wasn't thrilled about going. I would occasionally get to hear some of his problems. I can remember being at that age and the troubles that come with it. Life, and his body are changing for him. He mostly confides in his mother. He would probably be more upset by me calling him a momma's boy more than anything I could say about him. It is true though. He will snuggle up to her when she sits on the couch. Tell her stories of what has been going on in his life. Stay close to her and keep the physical contact. I don't want to suggest anything sexual between them. That relationship is becoming strained too. I know there are things he won't and can't tell her. He has a new confidant, Chip. Lance formally joined the scouts. He was doing more and more with them and this has allowed him to participate in the big events. And I sat through a week of evening training and discussions just so I could be formally an assistant scout leader. I think they still just want me for my vehicle! Chip spends a whole hell of a lot of time here. He will hang with Jason or Lance, preferring Lance. He sure doesn't mind hanging with just me either. He also is the cause of the biggest upset in my recent life. Chip has stayed over so many times that it has become a very casual request or even a statement that he was sleeping over to me or their mother if he can stay. I didn't think anything about it when Lance asked if Chip could stay. It was well into the week when I did find it a little unusual that he was still here. But then, there have been mornings that he wandered into the kitchen when I had no idea he was here. I got a call in the middle of the day from Chip's father. He asked if I was going to be home for a while and I told him I was working from here so I would be. It was the first thing that ticked me off when he more or less told me to stay, making it sound like if he was going to bother to come see me, I had better be here. Out of courtesy, I would have stayed but it was the order he gave that riled me up. I heard a car pull up. I looked out and recognized Chip's mother. She just sat out in the car, but she did have her face in the mirror and adjusting the paintworks, like normal. She stayed there for at least a half an hour before Chip's father showed. When I knew him as a kid, he would stomp around like everybody else was in his way and he deserved an open path to where ever he was going. He got out of his car and had that same look. The conversation started out a little tense but nothing to really piss me off. Then when he asked me if I thought I could just take his child, he said it in such a way that I could feel the blood rush to my head. What happened next was a ridiculous argument in which he accused me of stealing Chip. I even argued some points that I don't even believe myself but I was just that mad. He got cranked up and accused my kid into making his a fag, questioning whether I could produce a kid of my own and other such idiotic bullshit. I had enough, I was just going to slam the door on him and go steam. Chip's mother stepped in and brought a little sense to what was going on. It got me calmed down and I told them that I had no idea that Chip was actually living here. I would send his butt home as soon as they returned from school. His mother was trying to make peace and at the same time, it seemed to me that she wasn't nearly as anxious to get Chip back home. After all the arguing, Chip was going to stay, at least for the next few days. Chip hasn't moved in, at least permanently, but he might as well have. He no longer borrows Lance's clothes, he has his own area in the closet and I put his underwear and socks in his own drawer. I think he is spending 4 nights of the week over here. He eats dinner with us, goes with me and the boys on weekend adventures, and struggles to get up for school with Lance. He is even getting into the family scrapbook. It was an easy Saturday morning and my wife and I were up and just lazing around. I went to check on Lance, more to see if we had Chip as a guest. I looked in on them and they were sound asleep in the same bed. They were face to face and as tight as two people can get. Arms were draped over each other and their faces were mashed together. The sheets cover only from about the waist down and their feet were exposed and were all tangled up. I thought it was a cute enough scene that I had to get my wife. She brought out the camera and got a few shots that really are cute. It was the Monday morning that followed when I collected the sheets for the laundry that I found a little surprise. Mixed in the sheets was a pair of undies that could have been either boys'. It was the wet cum deposits on both the inside and out that had me smiling. It looked like the inner cum was put there while being worn. It was a little hard to tell if the other one was there from cleaning up or while still on the other boy. Most mornings are a little bit of a struggle getting them out of bed and heading for school. Even after I get them out of bed, they play around in the bathroom so long that they just barely make out the door in time. I have listened a few times, mostly yelling through the door to tell them to hurry. I have heard them laugh at each other as they enjoy the faces each other makes. I have also heard them grunting and groaning while both of them in the shower. One morning, after I woke them up and had them moving, I had to get on a conference call. The call wasn't long but enough that when I went back to check on the boys, they were back asleep. It was already past time for them to leave and it was a scramble to get them up and going. They got clothes on, dragged a comb through their hair, and loaded into the car. I was going to drive them to school in hopes of getting them there on time. We were a few blocks away when I knew it wasn't going to work. The smell of cum was just too strong. It smelled like they had been bathing in it all night long. I told the boys that I couldn't do it to them, I had to take them back home. When they questioned why, I had to tell them they just stunk. They smelled their own pits, sampled their own breaths, and just sniffed the air. Only when I separated them did I tell Chip that they smelled like cum. He looked pleased and proud of that accomplishment. I chased Lance into his own bathroom but I got Chip into mine. There just wasn't time for them to be playing like usual. As I went in to get him a towel, he was scrubbing on his dick and balls. I made a comment about how he needed to get that clean. Then had to tell him to wash it, not stroke it. As he got dried off and headed back to his room, my wife lifted her head from the bed and caught a glimpse of his naked butt running out of the room. She said, "Oh good, now I got naked boys running around my room." I know what also draws Chip to this house is not only Lance and the playing around they do, its all the pure physical contact that is almost always present here. I know there is not much contact, hugging or anything else in his household. My boys enjoy it and seek it out. Jason has really outgrown it but Lance is still enjoying leaning against his mother when they sit and watch TV or do homework on the couch. Even when it is just Lance and Jason, they will occupy the same space on the couch that easily accommodates three people. Lance had incorporated me more and more into his space. He will occasionally choose to sit right next to me when there are other options. When Chip flops down by my side, I can usually count on Lance snuggling in as close on the other side of me. I have had thoughts about where were they when we had all those cold winters. I sure do stay warm when they are there. More than once, Chip has solicited a little more personal touch from me. The boys had settled in on Friday evening. Lance and Jason had spread out on the couch, leaving me with the love seat. Chip scrambled up to sit beside me. It was a cold and drizzly night. A blanket felt good pulled on top of us. I fed us all, got a DVD, (by the way, don't bother with War of the Worlds), and it was going to be just a guy night. My wife was having to work another reception at the hotel. Only a few minutes into the movie, Chip moved my hand to his groin. We were all down to t-shirts, socks, and underwear, not unusual in this house, especially at night. I didn't do anything with my hand, I just let it sit there, although I could feel his dick harden. Then he took my hand, lifted his underwear and slid my hand in. I felt his boner tenting out his undies and it seemed to be a ten degree difference in temperature inside those undies. I played with his dick as he snuggled in. I did a little stroking but just slow and easy. My fingers found his balls and I played around until I freed his scrotum from between his legs. When I would use one finger to scratch right under his dick head, he would make a little noise, somewhere between and squeak and a growl. When I fondled his balls, it was more like a cat's purring. When I would stroke his shaft, it would create very uneven breathing. I would occasionally remove my hand to get a drink or adjust the volume or to scratch my nose. The scent on my hand was warm and musky. I could smell the day's build up of odors on my hand. That scent would linger long after Chip would pull my hand right back into his undies. The movie lasted a little over two and an intermission to allow Lance to piss. All but a few short moments was my hand allowed to be outside of Chip's undies. As the `dramatic' end was building, I began to stroke Chip a little more aggressively. He was whispering, "please, please, please, oh god, please, please, oh shit" as he was getting closer to shooting. He was also pressing his body into mine, more so as he got closer. I could tell he was extremely close when his balls just about disappeared inside of him. I stopped stroking. He immediately looked up at me. I smiled. He grabbed my leg and squeezed the hell out of it. It made me jump, but it was also the right time in the movie. I was a little proud of myself but I went right back to the stroking. It wasn't long before Chip was shooting. I held my hand over he top of his dick and felt each hot shot spurt into my hand. I felt the waves of orgasm flow through his body. That was an interesting and warm feeling. I kept my hand inside of his undies. I rubbed the cum all over his balls and dick. His pubes soaked up a lot of it. I was gentle and slow and before long, I could hear the breathing that told me he was asleep. I kept playing with his warm soft dick for a little longer. After watching TV a little longer, Jason and Lance were passed out on the couch. I let them sleep there, not too uncommon for a weekend. I got up and turned Chip so he could sleep on the loveseat. I did have to go jack to get some relief, and I did about the same thing to my balls and dick with my cum as I did with Chip to him.