Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 17:59:58 -0600
From: Chris Pe <dr_chris_p@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a trip 12

It's been a holiday season full of mini-crises and grumblings.  I'm just
about worn out.  Physically, my wife has been `abusing' my body.  Ever since
her sisters reunited for Thanksgiving and she got a chance to entertain her
nieces, she is on a campaign to have a girl of her own.  That of course
involves me.  I've had more sex last week than I did all through high school
and probably most of college.  My thighs and back are stiff and aching, my
lips keep tingling, and my dick is sore and raw.  I don't think I have a
single sperm left hanging around in my balls.  There has also been a lot of
sperm releasing in the other rooms in the house, but mostly into towels and
underwear.

Jason has been struggling to understand his feelings, beliefs, actions,
desires, and weighing it all against peer pressure and perception.  I guess
that is what growing up is all about but it just seems like he has been
caught in a whirlpool lately.  He and I are doing alright but it's a
different relationship than it was just a month and a half ago.  He has
withdrawn a little, taking our relationship on a more serious note.  I think
the best word to describe him as he interacts with me is cautious.  There is
trust but I get the impression that he is waiting for the other shoe to
drop.

Ever since I walked in on him and Shine, he hasn't been the same.  I have
gone over and over the words I spoke to him that day, wondering if
completely fucked the kid up or if I did the right thing.  My intentions
were good, I wanted the boy to feel good about himself and about making his
own decisions about him and his relationship with others.  There have been
some very good days between us.  As we get to know each other each day, he
eases up, smiles and jokes around like I know he can.  But there have been
some strained times.

On New Year's Eve, the scout troop ushered at the arena.  They were all
dressed in khakis and black shirts, wore Santa hats and were on their best
behavior.  I got to be one of the scout wranglers.  I didn't mind it, my
wife was working as her hotel hosted a couple of parties.  I ended up with a
house full of boys afterwards.  We cleaned out the freezer and fridge of all
things gooey, salty, or just plain good.  I left them alone, for the most
part but as I stayed on my couch and watched TV, I could hear their
conversation.

My little buddy Chip had no problem turning the conversation to something
sexual but he wasn't even there, gone on a skiing vacation with his parents.
  The boys got into a discussion of what was gay, and if doing certain
things made you gay.  I heard Shine talking loud and clear.  For a boy who
just had his dick stuck in another boy's mouth and clearly enjoying it, he
was sure spouting a lot of anti-gay rhetoric.  He did have several arguing
against with him.  I had to get up to take a look at this.

Shine was holding court.  A couple of boys were laughing at, a couple were
egging him on just to hear him talk, and a couple, including Lance, were
telling him he was full of shit.  Lance said he knew Shine had done things.
Instead of arguing whether he had, Shine offered a perspective.  He claimed
that if you got a blow job from a boy, that you weren't gay, because a mouth
is a mouth.  But if you gave a blow job, you were gay, because only guys
have dicks and you chose to suck a dick.  There was other such logic and my
feelings and thought about this boy changed.

I looked over at Jason.  He was playing with his shoe and then a little
wooden box, not getting into the conversation at all.  He seemed to want to
speak up a couple of times, only to close his eyes and roll his head back to
focus back on the box.  He grimaced a few times he looked like he was
holding tears back.  He seemed so small.  He was almost hidden behind a
throw pillow and I think he wanted to.

Others got talking, mostly on the merits of Shine's theory.  As the argument
went to whether a hole was a hole, I caught Lance's eye and motioned him to
come talk to me.  I asked him to go back and ask Shine to come out, tell him
he had a phone call or something.

Shine came out.  He had an obvious boner tenting his khakis.  I led him down
the hall towards my bedroom.  The first thing he said when I faced him was,
"Are you going to hurt me?"  I realized that I wanted to snatch him by his
balls and yank hard enough to strip them off, possibly hang them on the
wall.  But I said, "No, but if you don't quit hurting your friends, I just
may."  I started in on him.  I asked him if he noticed what Jason was doing
when he was spouting all that shit.  I told him he was as much a part of
what went on when I caught Jason sucking his dick.  I told him that Jason
didn't do that just to suck on his nasty cock, that it was much more.  I
told him how Jason trusted him, and it was more than trusting him not to
tell but trusting him to share that event.  I got worked up.  I probably
said a few too many things, and probably said them a little bit meaner than
I needed to, but I believe I got my point across. I looked down at his
crotch, I just wanted to see that his previously proud boner had turned into
a shrinking little pisser.  I think that if I had stepped towards him, he
would have pissed his pants.

I stopped and tried to let myself calm down.  Shine tried to explain and
apologize.  I told him that I just couldn't let him hurt somebody in my
family.  I asked him if he knew how much of a friend that Jason thought he
was.  I told him that it wouldn't have mattered if Jason was gay, bi,
straight, or had no interest in sex, that if he had asked Jason to suck his
dick, he would have, just out of their friendship.  I'm not really sure of
that, but I was all cranked up.

Shine did promise he would make it right.  I suggested that he go back and
change the subject.

The subject did change, for awhile.  By three in the morning, I had my two
boys and three others left.  I had thrown a pile of blankets and pillows
from the ranch house in on them.  I joined my wife and did my duty to
contribute to my boys' little sister.

Apparently, I did good with Shine. A couple of days later, Jason and Shine
spent an entire day alone together.  They talked and I know there was an
apology.  I really wanted to know more.  I could tell that Jason was a lot
better off.  I just wanted to see how my words of wisdom worked, or whether
it was just the threat of removing Shine's manhood made a difference.

It was also the day that we packed Lance off to see his father.  This was
the first Christmas that he had missed with his father and it was really
getting to him.  I didn't mind paying the tickets for both boys and sure
didn't want to get in between them at all.  It wasn't their mother who got
in the way either, even though she was thrilled to have them at home for
Christmas.  All I knew was that their father wasn't able to have the boys
around.

I don't know that man very well.  I think I have spoken 10 words to him on
the phone.  I'm not completely sure of what broke them up but if you listen
to my wife, that man stole the original Constitution of the United States,
pissed on it, and then sold it to Saddam for the price of 7-11 Slurpee.

Lance continued his battle to go see him even when Jason had no interest in
him at all.  His father agreed to see him right after the New Year.  I help
Lance get ready.  I made sure he had clean undies packed, which are getting
fewer (we did all get some for Christmas), bought him a Olive Garden gift
card so that he could take his dad out to eat and treat.  I wasn't after the
points but man!, did I score some when I told him what the card was for.
The smile and reaction I got from Lance was much more valuable than the
card.  I bought his tickets and printed out his boarding pass and took him
to the airport.

My wife chased Jason out of the house and she was working on me for her next
baby when the phone rang.  I couldn't have answered that phone if I wanted
to but her motherly instinct told her that it was one of her babies.  It is
a very strange feeling when my dick is deep inside her, as she is talking to
her son.  She was on top and she would bounce from time to time to keep me
hard.  It was just the day after he left and a couple of days short of his
original plan but he was ready to come back.  When she handed me the phone
to coordinated when I would pick Lance up, she finished me off.  I had been
so close to cuming when the phone rang, that it didn't take much time.  It
was one of the worst cums in my life.  I was trying to concentrate on
talking to the boy while fucking.  That fuck will probably be the one to get
her pregnant.

Life with Lance had improved over the years.  He and I had gotten to be
pretty good buds.  I was even allowed to do some parenting.  When he got
back, our relationship went a little sour.  I was trying to be nice and
supportive, but I really didn't say much to him about the trip.  I figured
if he wanted to talk to me about it he would.  The last couple of weeks its
been like living with a human sticker burr.  Its irritating in place but it
stings even more to try to handle it and there isn't a good way to grab it
at all.

This morning was about the most pleasant it has been since that trip.  I was
up early, getting an work obligation out of the way.  I had come back, taken
a shower, I was all funky from another sex session with my wife, and put on
my new superhero undies and flopped down on the couch with the paper.  I
heard stirring in the boy's bathroom, and a door open and close.  Then out
came Lance in his making super hero undies.  He actually snuggled up to me
as we wore the same stuff.

My wife does have a sense of humor sometimes.  She bought some adult
underroos from one of the salesmen staying at the hotel.  I didn't know they
had such a thing.  Jason, Lance and I all have the same thing.  We did model
it originally but this morning was the first time we had them on at the same
time.

I told Lance that he looked great in them.  The star was in just the right
spot, it was tented out by a semi-hard dick.  He told me that I was pretty
cool, that I was still a kid, and he liked that.  The star did make my own
boner show up.  But Lance didn't say a thing.

It has taken almost two weeks for him to ease up and be buds with me again.
I think he has finally forgiven the adult male species, at least for now.
In that time, he has jacked off more than ever.  I keep up with the wash and
I've grabbed still wet undies from the pile in his room more than once.  I
also found that I had washed the Olive Garden gift card.  I asked Lance if
he knew it was in his pants.  He asked me if I would go with him.  I
suggested that his brother and mother go with us but he wanted it to be just
the two of us.  He wanted to pay and treat, even if it was my money.  I
still have shivers when I think about that invitation.

I apologize for not a lot of sexual activity in this part.  I wasn't even
going to write about it, I'm not sure that I have done it justice either.
I've had enough people asking me to write that they convinced me to offer
this part.  I'm sure something will happen that is story worthy.  I might
even be tomorrow when I take a load of the scouts to some MLK celebration.
If I had known they were out of school tomorrow and that my wife is off as
well, I would have gotten out of town.  We'll see what happens as I take
Lance and Jason with Chip, Shine and a couple of others on their next
adventure.


Let me know if any one is still reading after I bored you with his part,
please.
Dr_chris_p@hotmail.com