Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 11:23:41 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a trip , part 3 School is back in session and that means that the quiet in the house during the day erupts in staggering volumes in the afternoon. It is like there is a noise vacuum that waits for teenage boys to enter the house and then sucks every bit of sound from every orifice in their bodies as quickly and loudly as it can. I think I do enjoy the noise as much as the quiet. With my unusual schedule, I have been home for parts of each. I can usually hear them approach from a house away but as far as the corner. It is Jason and Lance, my stepsons and a few of their friends coming home from school. Not only are they loud, they are ravenous. They will eat the wooden cabinets while they search for something more acceptable. It seems as if I do a little food prep or cooking, I can be allowed to be around this motley group. I hear the jokes, the crude and gross descriptions of the day's events, and some of the inside stories. I'll cook up quesadillas or something that might pass for pizzas in California as they gather around and suck down the raspberry ice tea or sodas, but never never Sunny D. In the group is Chip. He has become better friends with Jason, his troop mate as well as Lance. Chip is right in between the two of them in school, so it's the same stretch either way. Chip ends up being the last to go home several evenings. He has stayed with us for a dinner of spaghetti and gone with me to pick up Chinese for everybody else. He stays long enough that it quiets down and there is more humane and adult conversation going on. Chip and I end up doing a lot of the talking then. Oh, and Chip has yet to bring back the shorts, shirt, and underwear from the adventures in plumbing. He came over on a hot Saturday afternoon. Lance has long since disappeared with his buds. Jason had just left to go swimming at the country club with friends. Their mother was off shopping. I'm so glad that she is into "shopping" and not "buying". I don't think I could afford clothes if she took advantage of every sale she attends. Chip came on in and helped me watch a preseason game between the Browns and Lions. To think that so many pigs died in vain to supply that game with footballs! Chip got comfortable next to me on the couch and before long he had me scratching his back. That has become a favorite activity in this house. He enjoys it and I love the feel of the warm soft skin on my hands. I can keep up the scratching for several shows, just idly moving my hands around and doing a little chatting. Chip was squirming a little more than normal, he kept reaching back and scratching his own butt. He asked me if I would scratch his butt for him. I knew he was going for a little more than itch relief but I went right along with it. We both worked to get his shorts and underwear down. His little whit bubble butt was shining up at me. I rarely see Chip with a shirt on during the summer and he is brown as a berry. Everywhere but his butt. I ran my hand over his butt and looked at it. It wasn't just itchy, he had a few zits that were creating the itching and irritation. When he came in that afternoon, I also saw a couple of zits on his face. He had been relatively zit free, although the camping trip to the east coast had taken a toll on almost every boy in the troop. Chip had a huge zit right at the crease of his nose and cheek. And another one on the opposite crease was growing. Other than that, just a couple of little red spots that threatened to break out. I went and got the zit supplies from my boys' supplies. Chip was sitting up, his shorts still pulled down to below his butt but with his legs underneath him. We got situated and I took on his face. I used the cleaner to remove the oil and dirt and I knew better than to pop them but I had to. Just a little prick with a pick and instant relief. I cleaned those up and used the cream all over his face. This cream is about the only thing more expensive than the price of gasoline nowadays. I was really enjoying doing that, his face was right there and he was so relaxed as I took care of him. He would break out in a smile as I worked on him. I told him it was time to do the same on his butt. I made him wonder why it was that zits only appeared on his face and butt, must be some connection. He flopped down across my lap, his naked butt right in front of me. As I started cleaning him up, I saw that one of the zits was a little larger, I let my hand slide over it and I felt more than a zit and Chip jumped as well. I could tell that it was a splinter. I had to get back up, get the splinter supplies. It also allowed me to adjust my boner. He got all comfortable on me again. I could feel his hard little boner pressing into my lap. He spread his leg enough that I was seeing his ball sack between his legs. I went to work on that splinter. It came out easily, almost from just grasping it with the tweezers. I used the hydrogen peroxide to clean the pus, dabbing it on there until no more reaction. I was so close to his butt and my hand confirmed it, that I could see several other much smaller splinters. I made him try to figure out what he did to get so many splinters. I think he knows but chose not to tell me. I saw his butt blush while he was thinking of something. That is something that I learned, I never knew that when you blushed, your butt did too. I worked and concentrated on that little but while I pulled out 8 or 10 smaller splinters. Chip would flinch and jump as I pulled them out. I could feel his boner stabbing into me each time he jumped. I told him I could tell that he was enjoying it. He asked "From this?" as he humped his dick into my lap a little. My face was close to his butt and I was breathing in the scent of boy. It was a clean but musky scent. Chip said that he could feel my breath on his butt. Then said he could feel it on his hole. By that time, I was about through and I spread his cheeks with one hand and blew on his hole. He giggled and squirmed. I laughed when I saw how much it puckered. I blew on it more, it puckered each time. I brushed a single finger over it and puckered even more. We were both laughing and enjoying it. I started tapping my fingers and blowing on it, it would pucker and open. I even pressed my finger against his hole, almost pushing it in. Chip was just about laughing so hard that he couldn't breath and he rolled off of me onto the floor. That is when I saw the big wet spot on my shorts. It was right where his dick had been poking me. I told him to look and see what he did. He laughed about me cuming but I assured him that it was his. I told him it was his precum and that his dick was even wet with it. He was laughing and enjoying the condition we were both in. But he accused me of that being mine. I told him that wasn't even where I was `arranged', I pressed on my shorts with my palms to show the outline of my boner. And then he grabbed it to see. Oh, and I jumped. I really didn't expect that at all. It felt like I was just hit by a cattle prod. It sent a bolt of electricity through my body. And that completely thrilled Chip, he had the power now. He grabbed me a few times and then started to stroke me through my shorts. I grabbed his hand and that turned into a wrestling match. He kicked off his shorts in the process and I had a squirming naked boy on my lap, laughing his ass off and doing what ever he could to make contact with me. I had precum trails on my arms, shirt, and face. He finally had enough and got him bundled up and breathing hard. He then asked me to do his front, meaning to take care of the zits on his front. He laid out with his dick facing right up at me. It had gone a little soft but with every heartbeat it was getting a little harder, and a little more straight up. I just looked at it for a few seconds, it seemed like a long time but he didn't move, other than the boning up. I picked up the tweezers and kiddingly went after his pubes. They weren't bushy but not just a few little wispy things either, just a little patch about his dick and probably 5 hairs on his balls. I said that he didn't need those little hairs and went after them with the tweezers. He covered up and shrieked no. As we wrestled a little more, I could tell he was a little more serious, in fact was just about to cry. It all stopped as I had to insure him that I wouldn't really do it. Those pubes mean a lot to the boy! We ended up with him sitting on top of me, his head by my head and stretched out on me. His legs were split on the outside of my legs. I could look down and have the same view he did of his dick and balls. He would take his hand and flick over his boner, just enough to keep it hard. Chip's voice became very sincere and begging as he asked me to `do him'. He took my hand and placed it on his dick. I played with it a little and Chip sank back into even more. I rubbed my fingers along the underside of his dick, fingered his balls, tweaked his dick head. He was enjoying it all. I found a little drop of precum at the tip of his boner and smeared it around his dick head. I was enjoying the feel of his body lifting with each breath and seemingly melting into mine. He grabbed my hand and placed it directly over his dick. He tried to move my hand like I was stroking him. I began jacking him. I could really tell the speed and rhythm he wanted by how his body reacted. His body went through several different stages as I was doing that. He put his head back, his arms out to the side, his legs splayed out and limp. Then I felt his hand grip my shorts, they began clenching more and more and his legs began lifting off the floor. His balls were rising in sack. Tight little squeaks were coming from him mixed with deep throaty growls. And then he cried out and I felt the first shot of cum gush through his dick. His whole body was involved. His legs would jump, his hand pulled at my shorts, his head would press into my chest, even his butt cheeks clenched. Cum flowed from his dick, running out and down the sides and over my fingers. I slowed and gently continued to stroke. I could tell he got as sensitive as I do when I cum and I was gentle and slow. I continued to stroke and play with his balls, and trail my finger through the puddle of cum on his belly. I felt his breathing slow and become deep. Before I knew it, he was sound asleep. His dick was completely floppy. He was limp from head to toe and sprawled out all over me. I didn't want to move, it just felt too good to have somebody that relaxed on top of me, making that much contact with me. I was a little worried, but I knew that I could hear somebody come home and I had time to react before they made it in to us. That is if I didn't fall asleep. I fought falling asleep for about 2 hours, I think I lost for a while. Chip barely moved, coughing one time and putting his hand on top of mine another time. I stayed there with an aching boner for those two hours. I finally had to get him up and dressed. Later that night, my wife was truly amazed at how hard I was and how much I shot into here. She just thinks that new perfume she bought must be working on me.