Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 15:17:45 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a trip , part 5 My talents and assets are needed again. What is needed from me is the time I can take off, my Excursion, and my ability to haul trailers. I've been shuttling camper trailers down to Louisiana for the last 2 weeks. A friend here is supplying the RVs to relief workers for the Hurricane. Tent cities for the workers have sprung up every where down there and the crews are looking for something more appealing and comfortable. I've been going as fast and long as I possibly can. I get as far as I can and then sleep in the camper I am pulling. I've gotten to sleep in my own bed a couple of times, well, its not really my bed but my wife's parents ranch house. Things have gotten routine now, not so frantic and we are hauling those trailers at a good and manageable pace. I had picked up a trailer and went to the ranch to spend the night before leaving in the morning. Lance and Chip convinced me into letting them spend the night in that trailer. They were in and out of the thing most of the evening. Their laughter and smiles made me feel so much better. I needed that so much. I needed to see something good for a change. Chip and Lance are getting closer, I would even say best buds. Chip is still hanging with Jason but its really just when its centered around scouts. Its been easier for Chip and Lance to hang, in the same school and all that. Chip is right in the middle of their ages but his size and position in life has him building a stronger relationship with Lance. And in doing so, it has really opened up the relationship between me and Lance. Lance would at best tolerate my presence in the house. We never really had a confrontation but when I would try to develop something with the boy, it would just be ignored. I have not tried to be an authority figure to him, leaving that to his mother. I just wanted a good relationship. And it is developing. Jason's friends think I'm the cool dad. Jason is playing that up too, that is a new status for him. And Lance is catching on that I'm not such a bad guy either, and a source for some good entertainment. It is also helping that Chip is fixed to me. Chip wants to spend time with me. When he comes over to be with Lance or Jason, he always finds time to come in and visit with me. Usually sitting on the couch with me, very close with about as much contact as he can make. If I stay in my recliner, he will end up squeezing in with me. He has stayed late on several evenings and resulting with me having to drive him home. He loves the physical contact. My fingertips are callusing from scratching and rubbing his back. And he will push even farther, wanting more contact, and more intimate. I have given in a few times but I recently turned things into wholesome activities and exploits. As Chip and Lance settled into the camper, I sat on the porch. I was drying out, the cool dry air of home was helping me to relax. I don't think I will ever get used to that humidity down in Louisiana, hell, I sweat just standing there. The walls of the camper are thin and I could hear a lot of what was going on. I wouldn't have thought that two boys of 12 and 13 could shriek like that. And there were giggles and roars as the trailer rocked with their jumping around. I could tell there was comparing of dicks and playing around. They flopped around the trailer for several hours in nothing but their underwear. Speaking of underwear, Lance and I did accomplish getting him some decent sized underwear for him. Right before all this traveling started, we set aside a weekend morning to go shopping. Lance told me that it was cool that he FINALLY got to go shopping with me. His brother Jason and I had made it to the mall right before school, but Lance wouldn't even consider going with us. I bit my tongue when he said that, I wanted to tell him what a little shit he was. I found out that underwear shopping was a little more complicated than I remember. It used to be that you were taken to Sears and told to grab several packages of briefs and that was it. Although, in junior high, color underwear came out. Boys had to have colored underwear to sport around the locker room. Now there are so many choices. For a kid who was wearing briefs that were a couple sizes too small and happy about it, was awful particular of the purchase of new undies. We looked at Fruit of the Looms, Hanes, Jockeys, and whatever else. When we were trying to decide what size he really needed, we were reluctant to opening a package so we went to the rack of boxers. He grabbed a couple of sizes and then I saw the boxer-briefs. One of the good guys who have been emailing me about this story suggest those. I took a couple of sizes of those and suggested he try those. We walked to the dressing rooms, I stopped outside as he went in. But then he took a couple of steps back and told me that I could come on in. He didn't want to come out and show me how they fit. As Lance peeled off his shorts and tight old undies, he was in a posture to really block all but a slight glance at his equipment. I did see a little flash of pink little dick before he pulled on the first pair of boxers. They looked like the baggy pants that I hope are going out of style. The elastic band was just barely making contact with his body. The second pair was tried on, and Lance let a little more of him exposed. They were still a little too big. I went out to get a size smaller. When I came back, Lance was standing tall, naked from the waist down and not really hiding a thing. That surprised me and shocked me a bit. He wasn't hard but he definitely had a little chubby going. I wasn't expecting how light brown his pubes were. We had the right size now, the boxers fit. Then the boxer-briefs in the same size fit. By the time Lance pulled off the boxer-briefs, his boner was almost full, and I couldn't help but being hard myself. We bought a variety of undies, from 3 different stores. Some for daily wear, some for when he plays sports, some for sleep-overs or when he needs to run around in boxers. It turned out to be a good day. It also cleaned out his underwear drawer, well except for the couple of magazines and a box under the underwear collection. It may be a violation of privacy, but I will be checking what those mags are and what is in the box. Anyway, I was falling asleep in the chair on the porch and had to get up and go to bed. The boys in the trailer were quiet but still talking. Before I woke up the next morning, the boys had begged their mothers to let them go with me to Louisiana. I wasn't going into a dangerous area, so I wasn't putting them in danger. I didn't think it was a good idea at first but they were so happy at the possibility and I was needing something to keep me awake and alert as I drove. I relented. My wife was only a few minutes from dropping off clothes and toothbrushes for the boys. Chip was going to get to wear another pair of Lance's underwear. The trip is long, we stopped several times along the way to eat and stretch. I took a short nap, they played cards and stayed quiet during that time. We finally made it to the staging area and stopped for the night. As usual, I was going to stay in the trailer that night and head back in the morning, leaving the trailer for the crews to move and set. We were in a secure area, not far from a tent city. I had been allowed to get in with the catering of the crews, in fact, I think all you had to do was sign your name and you were fed. I was relaxing in the trailer, keeping an eye on the boys as they explored the camp. They talked their way into a couple of MREs, the Meals Ready to Eat. They passed on the piles of fried catfish and fries being served at the camp. I did encourage them to at least go get a slice of the pecan pie, that was some good stuff. They ran around and entertained themselves until it was time to go to bed. I was in the full sized bed in the front of the trailer, they shared a big bed in the back. It was obvious that they would not quiet down while in the same bed so I had to get up and move them. Lance looked at my face as I told them to move, Chip stared at my underwear. I think Lance was ready for some sleep anyway. I quieted down quickly, there was still the buzz of generators and a few vehicles of people coming home to the tents. I was not quite asleep when I felt the trailer move with the footsteps of somebody else. A silhouette of a boy appeared in the doorway and then slowly and quietly slipped into my bed. I could tell from the scent that it was Chip. I stayed still as he slowly and easily moved in beside me. I could feel the heat from his body but he didn't touch me at all. When he stopped, I moved my hand to his back. There came a small moan of contentment, and a whispered request to scratch his back. I scratched his back in what had become our regular pattern, he would lift a shoulder or twist a little to get the most out of the action. That allowed him to scoot over to where he was leaning against me all over. I was on my side and my dick was making contact with Chip's hip. I was really enjoying that contact. Chip stirred, he lifted his body up and pulled his undies down to his knees, he asked me to do his butt. I scratched it, rubbed it, getting my entire hand covering a cheek, and squeezed it. I moved my hand up his back and returning to his butt. I cupped his cheeks with my hands. I ran fingers along his crack. As my hand went low on his crack, he legs moved apart. I could go a little farther each time. He slid one leg out of his underwear and cocked his leg so I could slide my hand all the under his butt and rub the back of his balls. I did a lot of squeezing and caressing his butt. My fingers explored along his hole. I would have a finger right on his hole and do a little pressing. I would hear a little whimper and teasingly, I would move my finger again. I played with his ball sack, it is amazingly soft and smooth, like the most expensive leather in the world. He and I were both rocking. It was rubbing his dick into the mattress and my dick into his body. I could feel the wetness of my precum. As Chip scooted in towards me, I rolled to him and covered him up and down his body. I was breathing deep, I could smell the shampoo in his hair, the sweatiness of running around all day, the teenage musk of a boy, and the scent of cum. The rubbing turned into groping, I was grabbing him and pulling him hard against me. I got my finger to go in his hole and felt his entire body react to the feeling. He froze and shivered, his hand dug into my chest. I barely had a knuckle inside of him but it was taking complete control of his body. When I removed my finger and let my hand move around his butt and back, he rolled over to face me. His hand found its way into my underwear. As he felt the wetness of precum, he asked me if I had cum already. I explained to him that it was just precum from being excited. His hands moved all around my balls and dick. He started to pull my underwear down and I had to lift up to let them go. He pulled them all the off and then laid back down with us face to face and as tight as could be. My hands were all over him and he would mimic every more. It had been more than three weeks since I had made love to my wife and two weeks since I had even jacked off. The last time I tried, I was so tired that I fell asleep with my dick in my hand. All the rushing back and forth, the concentrating on the road, and the frenetic pace was catching up to me. I was horny and ready for some physical release. I pulled Chip down so that our dicks were pressing against each other. With both hands, I grabbed his butt, probably left marks, and moved him to grind into my dick. I could have continued that for just a couple of minutes and would have been shooting my cum in no time. Instead, I pulled him off and twisted him around, his butt was now near my face. I got him up on his knees and his little pucker was very available to me. I smeared my fingers in my own precum and started working on his hole. I worked in it slowly, waiting for him to relax as I went in. I was just as far as I could go when I finally went looking for his prostate. I wasn't sure what the reaction would be, but apparently it was great. I heard him cussing, talking about cuming, moaning, whimpering, and cooing. I could also tell by the way he pressed his body back into my hand and the squeezing my finger was receiving in his hole that he was loving it. I worked his prostate slow and easy. It was so distinctive that there was no question I was on it. I finger fucked him, pulling my finger in and out of him, stroking deep into him. It was the playing with his prostate that got to him. I worked it a little harder. My finger was going faster and faster, pressing harder and harder. I could tell he was closer to cuming, and I was going to get him to do it from this side. I felt his prostate harden, his butt squeezed hard on my finger, and then I heard him squeak ". . . cuming . . . " and I felt the contractions in his prostate and felt some of the hot wet cum hit me. I kept my finger in him and moving until he begged me to quit. The cum went all over my sleeping bag, I'll be sleeping on that for months now. He collapsed on me. Breathing fast and heart pounding. It was a minute or two when Chip started moving again. Then he rocketed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. All that stimulation had gotten thing moving. I think he deposited about 20 pounds and it took 3 buckets of water to flush it all. When he came out, I could see his silhouette from the lights behind. He bent over Lance to make sure he was still asleep, played with his stiffening dick, and then headed back to me. I had been stroking my dick with my free hand, just slow and just enough to keep from busting. Chip slid into bed again. Chip took over with his hands. He played with my dick and balls. He lifted my balls to feel the weight, he used a fingertip to open up my piss hole, his hands ran through my pubes, and his mouth would kiss my chest and belly and nipples. I felt his hand trying to slip between my legs, tried to work back to my hole. I kept my legs together, I just wasn't ready for this kid to do that to me. Chip could tell how much I was enjoying being stroked. He put all his effort and attention into jacking me off. One hand was stroking me, the other was playing with my balls. Occasionally, he would lean down and put his lips around the tip of my dick. It was driving me crazy, I really wanted him to take my dick all the way into his mouth and suck for all he was worth. He kept jacking me, he knew I was getting closer, he would play with the precum as it oozed out. He was jacking hard and fast. It was making a lot of noise that could only be from jacking. I was trying to hold it, trying to extend it all I could when I finally exploded. I felt gush and gush of cum fly out of my dick. Chip was giggling and proud of what he got me to do. Every part of my body was involved in the orgasm. I could feel shots landing on my belly, my dick and his hand were covered in cum and making that squishing noise. I was buckling and writhing. Chip knew exactly when to slow down and milk out the rest of the cum. He continued to hold and stroke my dick until I was soft. Then he laid beside me and pulled the sleeping bag on top of us. I fell asleep for a little bit. I woke up with the feel of his hand playing with my dick and balls. I moved my hand and felt it right on top of his boner. He asked me if I liked it, I told him of course. As I played with his dick, my fingers went through his pubes and I told him that I loved how soft his pubes were. He told me that he loved how mine felt. And we admired each others' dicks and balls and all the other good parts. I was pretty wide awake and we continued to talk, in low whispers, as we caressed each other. Chip told me that Lance would do me. Meaning that Lance would suck my dick. All I had to do was ask. I told Chip that I wouldn't ask him to do it. He told me they were talking last night and that is when Lance said he would. Chip also told me that Lance and Jason had done stuff. I didn't go into it that much. I figured they had to have played around some. What Chip told me, it was a little of this and nothing major. I still thought it was very interesting. I listened as he went on about the things that he and Lance had talked about. He said that Jason had denied that he did things during some of the times at scout campouts and stuff like that. I told him that it was personal stuff and that not everybody feels comfortable talking about it. I told him I wasn't sure if Lance would like him telling me what they talked about. That did get to him but we agreed that I wouldn't use it against Lance and Chip would watch what he said. Chip was also having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying. I had been playing and stroking his dick and he wasn't all that far from cuming again. I rolled him over to other side, pulled him close to me, and started jacking him. My dick was between his butt cheeks and pretty hard. I jacked him and could feel his balls suck up into him. I caught as much of his cum as I could in my hand. I rubbed it all back into his balls and pubes. He fell asleep in my arms. I had to wake him up to tell him he needed to go back to his bed. He told me how much he loved what we did and how good it felt, and that he wouldn't say a thing to anyone. The next morning, we picked up our stuff, signed the trailer over and got on the road. That little trailer smelled like cum. I wonder who will be using it. The trip back was the most enjoyable. We stopped a few more times, I had not trailer to return with, we have a few days off. We did stop and eat alligator, tasted like chicken. We got meat pies, something they are very proud of in a part of Louisiana. We stopped at a huge sporting good store. I got some things for the next scout campout. They were actually supposed to be camping this weekend but they decided on a fund raiser for the hurricane victims instead. I thought about getting a new sleeping bag, mine is so stained and smelling from cum.