Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 23:00:32 -0600
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a trip , part 9

Tub o' Cousins

It's a tradition of my wife's family to reunite at the old ranch each
Thanksgiving.  Before we hooked back up together, I didn't even know she was
back in town.  Now, I get to spend the long holiday weekend with her
sisters' families.  I really should emphasize the word long.  Its not the
sisters, they really remind me of my wife.  But I'm not the favorite person
of her next to the oldest, I have a little history with her.  That was many,
many years ago when all I wanted was a piece of ass.  I got it, but at a
price I still pay today.

It is the husbands.  They try to bond with me.  They are some of he most
helpless and hopeless individuals I know.  They actually try to help around
the kitchen but just seem to make it worse.  I know better, the only reason
I go into that kitchen is to get a cold beer.  And I've been thinking of
buying a fridge to set out on the side porch, keeping that stocked for such
events.  My brother-in-laws can be irritating but they peak when we settle
in to watch some football.  They didn't have to point out that if that
kicker had only made the 3 points, the Cowboys would have won.

I have enjoyed the kids.  My boys Jason and Lance are joined by Michael, the
same age as Lance and with similar interests, and a 10 year old boy, a
couple of boys 7 or 8 years old.  Then there are the little girls.  I guess
they are 5 years old.  Cute little things, always prim and proper and don't
stray far from their mothers.  Actually, the good thing about the girls is
that my wife wants one.  And she is very willing to do what it takes to make
one.  So, after I write this and we got home, we will be trying.  I'll be
getting some for the next several days.

Today started out with bathtime.  It was actually after the women got back
from early morning bargain hunting.  There is plenty of things at the ranch
that can get the boys dirty and they found a couple of dozen ways.  In the
master bathroom, I think it was originally a parlor to entertain guests, is
a big ol' hot tub.   It might as well still been the parlor, there were
enough people being entertained in there.  Bathtime started with the two
youngest boys.  They were enjoying it greatly.   They found something to
play with, no tubby toys though.  When the bubble bath was added, it
attracted the attention of the 10 year old.  He had to strip and hop in.

I was actually impressed with what the 10 year was sporting between his
legs.  Phillip is still a long way from puberty but he had at least 4
inches, maybe more of skinny dick.  As he crawled in, I got to see his balls
from behind and they had some swing to them.  He will probably be the
athlete of the bunch.  At 10, he is showing some great muscle development.
He can also walk through the room without knocking over every other piece of
furniture.

The tub still has some room, and it allows for some more playing around.  It
got loud enough that it attracted the rest of the grownups, and then Lance
and Michael.  Michael and Lance dared and challenged each other enough that
they stripped down to nothing but their underwear and crawled in.  It was
hard not to notice the family resemblance of all the boys.

There were some squeals and yells.  A couple of them complained loudly but
with smiles that their nuts were getting crushed or somebody else just
squeezed their peepee.  The cameras came out.  My brother-in-laws took each
took a series of pictures.  The boys tried to talk the little girls into
joining them.  I saw the fear on the mothers' faces.  There were way too
many dicks floating around that water for those little girls to hop into.
There was a compromise of getting the girls to sit on the edge of the tub
and they all posed for pictures.  This was a big tub of cousins.

Lance just had to have his big brother participating.  Jason had been
camping out on the couch, watching anything that came on TV.  He finally
relented to the all the screams and pleas from the tub and came to
investigate what was going on.  His scowl quickly turned into a smile when
he saw the mass of wiggling, wriggling flesh in the tub.  The other boys
begged and ordered him to join them.  He said he wasn't about to get naked
in front of everybody.  Michael showed him his option as he stood up to show
his wet undies.  It really didn't matter that much that he had cloth
covering his goodies.  The wet white undies were just about see through.
You could make out the shape and size of his dick and balls, and the dark
patch of his pubic hairs.  Lance tried to help convince Jason and stood up
as well.  His dick wasn't as well defined under the clothes but I could tell
he had a boner, the little pink head of his dick poked up out of the top of
his underwear waistband.

I saw the women giggle and avert their eyes for at least a second when Lance
and Michael were so exposed.  His aunts didn't really look away as Jason got
down to his underwear and sought out a spot in the tub.  They were staring
directly at Jason's stuff and whispering to each other.  He has enough stuff
to merit some whispers.  He didn't even look like he was concerned about his
lack of clothing.  Unlike his brother's well fitting snug underwear, Lance
wore a pair that was loose and worn out.  I actually felt some bonding with
him as most of my underwear is old than him and are nice and comfortable and
droopy.

It took some wiggling around and some splashing of water to find room in the
tub for him, he displaced a lot of water.  There were several more pictures
taken.  The older boys kept down in the water or behind the bubbles.  The
younger ones would pop out above water for a picture or two.  The grownups
tired of the play, and had enough pictures.  My sisters-in-law decided it
would be best if Jason got out and let the boys finish their baths.

All of sudden, Jason turned modest.  I could tell he wasn't real anxious to
come out of the water with almost his entire family looking on.  I came to
the rescue, I convinced the adults that it was best if we gave them some
room and privacy and I chased them out the door.  I turned back, to be
honest, to take my turn at looking at all the boys.  Jason called me over
and told me, "Dad, I think I need to stay in a few minutes."  He had a look
on his face that told me that he was in a little predicament.  I knew he
didn't want to get out with a boner tenting out his underwear.  He was going
to have to crawl over all the others to just get out.

I got the other organized, I told them the tub was very slippery and they
all had to move out of the way to let Jason out.  I also grabbed one of the
big bath towels.  I had all the boys leaning over the edge of the tub,
really so they couldn't really see the good sized boner pass over their
heads.  I held up the towel and Jason stood up, keeping on hand on his boner
at all times, and step into the towel.  I took a quick glance and it would
have been impossible to hide if all the people had been there.

I grabbed up a big pile of clothes as Jason secured the towel around his
waist.  He was contorting his body in an effort to hide the tented towel.  I
handed him the clothes and told him to carry them out.  He hugged them at
his chest.  I moved them down to cover below his waist.  He looked at me,
smiled and immediately blushed.  I led him out between all his aunts,
uncles, and little cousins to the little bathroom down the hall.  I told him
to go ahead and take a shower, to wash off all the boy germs.  And I told
him to take care of "other stuff" while in there.  I don't think he knew
what I meant but as I was still in the bedroom connected to the bathroom, I
heard the rhythm of the shower water which could only have come from him
jacking off.

After the shower turned off and he dried off, he called me, asking if I was
still out there.  He was looking for a solution for some dry underwear, or
at least his own jeans.  He opened the door to talk to me and he didn't
bother to cover up.  I saw a long floppy dick, the head still red, his
cheeks were a little red.  I asked him if he felt better, I think he knew I
was referring to him jacking off by the way he smiled.  I ended up getting
his jeans but he was going to have to go commando for the rest of the day.
The only other option he had was to snare a pair of his uncle Walt's
underwear, something he immediately declined.

When I had gone in to get his jeans, I saw that Lance and Michael were still
in the tub with the little kids.  Their wet underwear had been tossed in the
middle of the room.  They were all laughing but when I walked in, there was
such a reaction of screams and laughs that I could tell they were all up to
no good.  I just had to laugh and stand there and give them a strange look
of shock and disapproval.  None of them bought it.  I got mooned by Michael,
Lance, and Phillip.

As all that fun was winding down, Jason and I started to feel the odd men
out again.  Its tough on him, Lance and Michael pair up each time and all
the other cousins are just too young.  He doesn't fit in with the aunts and
uncles, and I don't either.  They are nice and really try to include me but
its like they are working too hard.  I usually just keep my distance.  I
needed to get out, Jason needed to get out.  I told him to grab his jacket
and the .22 rifle.  We started walking out in the pasture and through the
brush.  I hadn't planned on him shooting anything live but I thought it
might be a good idea sometime to catch a few squirrels and skin them.  I
figured it would count towards a boy scout merit badge.  In some box in the
house, I still have some skins that I tanned when I was about his age.  They
turned out really good, especially for jackrabbit pelts.

We were talking as we walked and ended up on a part of the ranch that I had
never seen.  We came to an escarpment that over looked an old grove of pecan
trees and an old broken down flatbed trailer.  I had no idea who owned all
that.  I asked Jason if he knew that was there, he said he didn't, and that
he was just following me.  I told him I was just walking with him, not
leading him anywhere.

We found a good place to sit.  It was misty and cool, a very different day
than what we have been having, but still not a great day to sit out.  We
took turns at shooting at the old trailer.  And that allowed us to talk.  He
told me that he knew that I knew what was going on back in the bathtub.
That I knew he had a boner.  I told him it wasn't hard to figure it out,
just about any boy would get a boner in a situation like that.  I told him
that I knew he would get one as soon as he started taking his clothes off to
get in.   I told him that Michael and Lance were boned up before he got in
the tub.

"I don't know what that means." He said with a little bit of a quiver in his
voice.

"I think it means that you are a 15 year old boy and that hormones are
working like normal."

"Well, I don't want you to think I'm gay."

I told him "It doesn't really matter what I think . . . "

And he cut me off there and said "It does matter what YOU think. At least to
me."

I said "Its not what people think, its more what you want and who you are."

He said with a little frustration in his voice, "I know all that but that
isn't what I mean.  It matters to me what you think, not just about me but
about other things and about me and other things.  I watch you, you don't
make a big thing about things that don't matter but you really try to get me
to do something that matters, and to do what is right or do it the right
way.  I know you don't want to be my `parent' but you pretty much are."

"I just didn't want to try to take your daddy's place or . . .   I won't let
you do something stupid or that will get you in trouble but . . . "

"Its more than that!  And my daddy is an asshole."  As he took three quick
shots with the rifle.  "I wasn't about to go see him this Thanksgiving even
if it meant sitting watching stupid parades and listening to Mom and all
them talk forever!  I know Lance wanted to go see him, that's fine but leave
me alone with that.  Anyway!  What YOU think about ME does matter."

I put my hand on his back and started rubbing through his jacket.  I really
thought about my words.  I felt a greater sense of responsibility than I had
in a long time.  I told him that I was proud of him. That I thought, and
knew everything was normal with him.  And that normal was a wide thing, he
didn't have to be like any one else.  But I knew that I liked who he was,
and where he was going, who his friends were, and just about everything
about him.

As I rubbed his back and talked, he leaned against me.  The conversation
turned much lighter.  We tried to figure out the story of the old trailer,
whether it was for working in the pecan orchard or whether it fell of the
cliff and broke its axle that way, and other such frivolous stuff.  It was
starting to get dark and a little too cool to stay out there.  We walked
back, my arm around him and a little closer than on the way out.

All the boys were playing one of the ancient board games left in the ranch
house.  The little girls were in a fantasy world of Barbies and whatever odd
sized dolls they had.  My wife and he sisters and brother-in-laws were
telling the same old stories.  I looked at Jason and could tell he didn't
want to be there anymore than I did.  I proposed a plan that Jason I would
head to the house, my wife could sleep on the couch, which she does each
year anyway, and let Lance sleep with Michael (That is another story.  What
we had forgotten was Lance didn't have any underwear or pajamas.
Apparently, it was a fun night.)

Jason and I stopped and picked up a huge box of wings, and a couple of DVDs
from Blockbuster.  It was good coming home and being able to relax.  I
reverted to my own ways and shed my pants almost as soon as walked in.  It
was only when I had company that I wore much more than a t-shirt and
underwear.  Jason went to his room and returned in his favorite pair of
shorts.  He got those several years ago when they were loose and
comfortable.  The waistband was stretched and ragged and the cloth was thin
and worn out.  As he passed through the light of the TV, I could see he had
nothing on underneath, just swinging meat.

We did a pretty good job of wiping out the wings, a mix of atomic hots,
teriyaki, and sweet BBQ.  We made it through The Longest Yard.  Then watched
The Girl Next Door.

As we watched, we started talking again.  Jason brought up his boner in the
tub again.  I kidded him about jacking in the shower afterwards.  I could
almost feel his face get red.  I embarrassed him but not all that much, he
looked up at me smiled.  He asked me how I knew he was jacking.  I told him
I was in the bedroom and it was pretty obvious with the way the water was
splashing and finally when I heard him "uhh, uhh, uhh, ooooh, ahhhhhh"  He
really didn't do that this time but I have heard him in his own bathroom
enough times that I gave a pretty good impersonation.   He gave me a playful
punch and told me that I was lying.

He told me that it was just something he couldn't control, no matter how
many times he said he was going to quit, for a while, he would have to jack.
  I told him that I would be worried if he didn't.  He asked me if I still
jacked. I told him I did, not as often and not since . . . I stopped myself
before I told him "not as often since I've been fucking your mom regularly."
  Its not all that regular anyway.

That got us talking about when I was a kid and how much I would jack.  He
was making a lot of physical contact with me and the conversation was having
an effect.  My boner was starting to rise and become apparent.  I didn't
want to reach down and adjust it, it would have just drawn attention to it.
Jason was more on his side, I was sure he was boned up but just couldn't see
it.

Jason got quiet for a while and he would take a deep breath and start to ask
something but just not come out with it.  Then he brought back up his
father.  He blurted out "I'm not sure if I care what my daddy thinks about
me or anything else."

I replied "Oh yeah, why is that?"

"Well, you know what the other guys are saying.  About him not being my real
dad anyway.  That you and I look too much alike."

I asked him what he thought and he made some comparisons, things that he has
heard, like the color of our hair, the way it grows up front, our eyes, and
smiles, and even our hands.  His friends even think we sound alike.  His
teacher thought I was his real dad, saying that we looked exactly alike.
She was also my teacher way back when.

Then he said "Can I ask you something really queer?"

I told him I could and he first went into more of a discussion of our shared
physical features.  I knew where it was going.  The boner I had was a just
about relaxed but it was coming back strong.  He said that his buds had told
him that our dicks looked too much alike to not be related.  I was a little
reluctant to do it.  But he was giving me shit about not wanting him to see
my boner.  That is was alright for me to see his but not see mine.  He
reached down and flipped mine with his hand and said that it was already
boned up, so it was no big deal.  I wasn't all that reluctant but I enjoyed
him trying to coerce me.

I shifted a little and exposed my dick.  Jason's head was on my shoulder
already and I could feel his breathing change quite a bit when he was
looking at my dick.  I hardened completely.  My dick was hard as a rock and
sticking straight up, it was swaying with every beat of my heart.  Jason
pointed to a couple of things with his little finger, careful not to touch
anything.  He made enough comparisons about the shape of my head that I told
him that he had to show his to really tell.

He flipped to his back, pulled those old shorts down and let loose his dick.
  It bounced back and forth when released then stood straight up.  One
difference I noticed right away was that he has at least an inch and a half
on me.  But then he is still skinny, some of mine may be hidden in the shed
that has grown over the years.  I do have to admit that they did look an
awful lot alike, especially with the light in the room.  I pointed out some
of the same things he did.  Only I let my fingers touch his dick, lightly
but it made him jump each time.  I don't think I have ever studied my own
dick that much and never really that of a 15 year old's dick.  He did touch
mine a few times and I felt a ripple run up through my gut and up through my
chest.

He asked me about circumcision and whether I would do that to my kid.  I ran
my finger around the scar of his circumcision and I did a little more.  I
moved my finger up and down his shaft, like jacking him with a single
finger.  That got him laughing and made me quit.  We were quiet for a while,
with out dicks sticking straight up.  Our hands just went to our own dicks.
We both went from just holding them, to a little playing with them, to real
stroking.  Our naked hips were pressed against each other, his right hand
pounding away, my right arm was on top of his body and stroking my own dick.
  I was trying to get him to slow it down a little, to get more out of it.

Before too long, I felt him tense up, he started holding his breath, and
then the cum went flying.  The sounds he makes that I have heard through the
bathroom door were finally matched with the action.  The "uhh, uhh, uhh,
ooooh, ahhhhhh"  was matched with shots of cum.  Three hot fast shots with
good distance, then a thick full cum, followed by a good load that did a
little more than ooze.  There were several more little spasms that I could
feel run through his body.

I had slowed down to watch but then concentrated on myself.  As Jason
cleaned himself, he watched me jack.  He rolled over to watch me better, I
could feel the tip of his wet soft dick press into my hip.  Then I was
begging for something to shoot into.  Jason handed me a wad of cumy napkins.
  They were full of his cum and the wing sauce.  He giggled and squirmed
when he saw me shooting.  I wiped up, my hands covered in his cum, and it
smeared the atomic hot sauce on the tip of my dick.  It didn't hurt but it
reminded me the rest of the night.

We were both spent.  We ended up sleeping there on the couch.  We pulled one
of the blankets over us and Jason snuggled in close.  Early in the morning,
I barely woke up and felt a body on mine.  I was asleep enough to think it
was my wife.  I reached out and rubbed butt.  It felt firmer.  The smell was
different.   It was only when my hand roamed around the front and I felt a
boner did I realize it wasn't my wife.  I immediately thought back to my
college days.  Then finally realized who it was, and where we were.  I just
snuggled in and fell back to sleep.  We stayed that way until almost 10 the
next morning when the phone rang.  It was a little awkward and a little
quiet that morning.  But Jason has been even nicer the rest of the day and
so far today.

I'm not sure the jacking was necessary but I can't hide too much from him
anymore.  I am grateful that I got some good time along with the boy.

I'm wondering if anybody is still interested in hearing these stories.  I'd
like to hear from you.  Dr_chris_p@hotmail.com