Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2005 17:48:33 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a trip , part 2 The latest attack on civilization and the art of parenting came this morning. Fresh off an adventure to the east coast and brought closer by the shared experiences, my step-son and I stepped out on this early Saturday morning in search of acceptable clothing for the impending start of school. My company was actually the lesser of two evils, it was either going shopping with me or going with his mommy. We carry the credit cards, so he had to take one of us. The only problem was, every family within 200 hundred miles descended on the same stores at the same time. It was the tax-free weekend to shop for school clothes. It was a literal frenzy at the mall! And it was scary to me! Jason wasn't that thrilled either. He hates crowds as much as I do and shopping was never one of his high priorities. I was amazed that saving 8 and a half percent meant that much to so many. It seems so little when compared to the 20 to 50 percent off sales the stores were having. And the way I figure it, tax on something 50 percent off is only half of the tax off it would have been anyway. We had a handful of shirts and were waiting in line to check out when we both decided it just wasn't worth it. There would be better days, and better times to come, it was the valorous thing to do, to retreat and live to fight an... or shop another day. I dropped Jason off at his buds and went home to do what a man ought to be doing on a weekend day, home repairs. Lance and his mother had already headed out on their shopping trip. After I had changed and was about to head out to get the parts, Chip showed up at the door. He came looking for Jason. His face didn't show a lot of disappointment when I explained Jason's absence and he asked what I was doing. I asked if he wanted to go to the Home Depot with me and get the toilet valve. It was apparently the most exciting offer he had all day and he jumped at the chance. He said it was the first time he had ever been to the Home Depot. With the way he acted in the store, I do believe that. He was wide eyed and his head on a swivel as he looked around. It didn't take long to pick up the valve but we roamed around the store for awhile. We looked at tools, and I had to explain several to him. I had to keep my voice down, I knew what the tools were but I wasn't the expert in their uses and benefits. The old man in the orange apron scoffed at me as I tried to explain why there were 2 dozen hammers. I was close enough, Geez! The toolboxes were a subject that needed to be studied, and the stuff on the clearance table was amazing. We even spent some time looking at the light fixtures. Now, this was shopping! We got out of there with just a couple of unnee . . . unplanned purchases and headed back to work. Chip opened up the box and figured out the toilet valve by the time we got home. Lance's toilet had been running for a couple of weeks and finally I was able to get to it. Chip helped me drain the tank, sponge out all the water, and get ready to do this relatively easy job. You know how those relatively easy jobs always turn into a major battle, well, this one would too. We had to take time to clean the walls, Lance didn't have the best aim apparently. We talked about going back to buy some new YELLOW wallpaper to redo around the toilet. I got in there to start taking things apart but it was a tight fit for me. I couldn't see where my wrenches were going and I was messing up the connectors. Chip volunteered to help, as it was, he was looking over my shoulder so closer that he might as well have been doing it. I let him in there. He squatted down and went to work. I told him where to attach the wrench, explained which way to turn, how to avoid scraping his knuckles, and all those good things. I found out that I was much more patient than I thought. I was enjoying the mentoring. And Chip was enjoying actually doing it. I thought he had it, I wasn't paying attention until I heard a hissing sound. I looked, told him not to twist that, and then it split open. Chip had twisted it off behind the valve. The water was spraying out of the broken pipe, Chip was trying to hold his hand over it. I freaked a little bit, when he told me to get a towel, I did a complete 360 in the room before handing him the towel I had in my hand. I ran out to the meter. I couldn't turn it by hand and ran to the garage for tools. The channel locks couldn't get there, the vise grips couldn't do it. On my third trip for tools, I got a crescent long enough to work and twisted it shut with a screwdriver. That was the most exciting thing to happen to me outside of the bed in a long time. Chip yelled out the window that it was cool, the water had stopped automatically. I got back and Chip had every towel in the house soaking up water on the floor. Chip was soaking wet, he had thrown his body on the leak to protect the house. He kept apologizing but I kept telling him not to worry about it. I finally had to laugh and then he smiled and eased up as well. I told you these things turn out to be major projects. I had to get him some dry clothes, at least to get him home. I thought about Jason's since they were buds but realized that Lance's were going to be a whole lot closer. I dug into his dresser and pulled out shorts, underwear, and a T. I also found Lance's little stash of porn, a couple of magazines and some postcard sized ads for escort services. All hidden, where else but under his underwear. I think that is the required repository. I watched as Chip pulled his wet clothes off. As he was standing there naked, he grabbed his dick and flopped it up and down. He asked me, with a shit-eating grin on his face, if I remember that. I smiled and agreed that I had remembered it. But I also said that it looked a lot smaller than the last time. But, just that little bit of shaking, he was heading for a boner. He got dressed as I started to pick up towels and assess the damage. I hate sweating pipes but I was going to have to. Chip was ready for another trip to Home Depot. As we drove there, he commented on the T, saying that he had never seen Lance in that shirt. He was right, it was one I bought on a trip to Philly, I thought it was a cute joke about the crack in the Liberty Bell. Lance didn't. And then Chip said that it was very strange to wear somebody else's underwear. I said I guess it was and then just blurted out, "Does it give you a little chubby thinking about it." I got a hell of a shocked look and then a smile. And then a nod and a little more devilish smile. As we picked up the supplies we needed, he carried all the parts in his arms. He was reaching above his head for one last item, when the borrows shorts hit the floor. I was looking somewhere else when I heard him cuss and saw something drop out of the corner of my eye. I quickly grabbed him and the shorts. I had the shorts up and covering him in a split second. I had my arms around him and we both started laughing. The laughing continued, I'm sure the other customers were thinking we were insane. It was more laughing than shorts falling down, it just felt fantastic to hold him close and feel both of us laugh. As we got our stuff together, I was kidding him about being on the store's security cameras, and he might have been. We looked around for the cameras, saw some at different points and I was looking for an employee with a big smart ass grin on his face. We got it done. Other than sweating the pipe, Chip did most of the work. I knew there was a purpose for keeping kids around. And again, my patience was superb as I enjoyed telling him what and how to do it. We picked up, started washing the towels, dried the walls, (at least those got nice and clean), and then realized we were pretty hungry. I let him choose the place. It was a little Mexican fast food place near his school. He got more food than I could eat, I'm not sure where it went. The interesting thing was that when we sat down in the booth, he sat on my side, squeezing into it pretty tight. He continued to make little comments about wearing Lance's clothes, but mostly he kept talking about how exciting Home Depot was. I never said anything but I was so surprised that he had never been there in his life. We went home, sat on the couch, watched TV and talked. He told me that Matt and Troy don't know that most of the other boys know about them messing around with each other. Chip and I had witnessed some of that one night on our trip home. Even with us in the next bed, Matt and Troy took turns going down on each other. And I had noticed a few other times when they had their hands on each other a little more than expected. Chip also made me promise not to say anything, because if I did, Jason would hurt him. Jason had been doing a few things with a boy I don't know or had even heard of. It wasn't all that recently though, it sounds like it was at least 2 or 3 years ago. Then we started to talk around jacking off. We made a few comments about us jacking each other in the hotel bed but never really said it directly. I got us talking more about how tough it is for boys the scout's age to go so long without jacking off. That long trip east had to be rough. He laughed about that, knowing that it was. He said that it was all some of the boys complained about. I said it was the only thing that I never heard Myron whine about. He agreed but only because Myron was jacking each and every night. Chip asked me if I hadn't noticed the stains in Myron's underwear each morning. Chip told me about the night we spent around the pool. He asked me if I remember Jason and then Shine, and then another boy asking for the room key. I remembered that. He asked me if I noticed the cum that was on Jason's leg when he came back, I hadn't seen that. Jason and the other boys had it planned to go back to the room and jack while alone. He also told me about when he went to one of the port-a-johns at the camp. He opened up one and there was a foreign scout, with his dick in his hand, all boned up, and yelling in whatever language. He said it was the biggest reddest dick he had ever seen. Then he told me that the T was "itching" his back and asked if I could scratch his back for him. That is how it started in the hotel. He pulled off the shirt, put my head on my lap, close to where my boner was straining in my shorts. And I scratched his back. It was almost like a kitten purring. I did change the subject, more about scouting and school. I was wondering how much they had planned and how school would work with scouts. And I was wondering how they got new members, not for me but for Lance, if he wanted to join. As Chip was rubbing his head on me, trying to do some grinding, the rest of the family showed up. Jason and Chip got along great, Lance put up with Chip, and we all had dinner together. And ice cream, only because Chip asked for it! I can't get it if I ask. When I undressed that night, I did find a good little wet spot in my underwear from the precum that had built up all day.