Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 22:24:06 -0500 From: Chris Pe Subject: What a trip , part 6 I planned the trip for me. I wanted to treat myself. I also wanted the boys to enjoy something. I used all those reasons to justify the cost of the trip. I've had a yard full of camper trailers for a couple of weeks now. I was transporting campers to the hurricane ravaged Gulf Coast. These trailers are apparently bought and paid for but the group that ordered them can't take delivery of them now. It doesn't sound like they will ever want them but they don't seem to care about getting their money back. I think they have been paid for them already by the primary response organizations. I've let my boys use them to have sleepovers and such. I hosted about half the scout troop one night. I'm not sure if any of the beds in the camper were used that night, they sure weren't used long enough to get warmed up. But I wanted to get some use out of them. My bud had absolutely no problem with me using one for the weekend, he figured it was a little compensation for me for allowing them to be stored on our ranch. These things don't look much different then when I got to use them when I was a kid but they sure are more comfortable. The beds are nice, they all have microwaves, space for storage and the bathrooms are not that bad. The showers are a little tight, I think I got to use the same spray of water on both sides of me before it squeezed all the way down to the drain. I bought the tickets before I even asked the boys. And before I asked the wife. I didn't figure that she would want to go, but I had 4 tickets, just in case. I knew I could get a kid to take me up on that 4th ticket. She wasn't interested and was really thrilled to get us out of the house for a weekend. And she really is enjoying the growing relationship I am building with her boys. I'm getting to be good buds with my step-sons. And it didn't take much to get Chip to go. I should have asked Jason, he would have preferred to have one of his better friends go but I know he didn't mind it too much. I got the tickets to the University of Texas and Oklahoma University game, the Red River Shootout, from a client of mine. He hates both schools but he used to have a client of his own who used to cream his jeans whenever he got an opportunity to get the tickets. My client always made it seem like it was a big huge deal to get the tickets. He would make his guy sweat it out, make him wonder if he actually could get the tickets. He would tell his guy that he would go ahead and guarantee his hotel room and pay for it if the tickets didn't show up. To show how much he cared for his client, he would make the reservations at a 5-star hotel in Dallas, and make that a suite. The deal was that he would pay the room if his client couldn't go because of the lack of tickets. It really meant that his client had to spend big bucks on the room. My client's company is a sponsor of the game and is guaranteed tickets each year. He would have the tickets in hand a month before the game. I couldn't ask my client to let me just have them, so I paid face value for them. Still pretty high. I think the price printed on the ticket is just there to impress the recipient of the free tickets. It is a significant amount of money for a short lease on a very small parcel of real estate. Damn those seats are tight. Then I bought Dallas Cowboy tickets on the internet. I know Mr. Jones, the team owner, loves his money. Somebody else is making a lot of money on his team and tickets. I paid just over 3 times the face value for those tickets. The seller even made me pay extra for the parking pass. And neither of those covered the admission to the party in the tent before the game. I packed on Friday. I stocked the trailer with a good assortment of manly foods, snacks and meat. I got done early but then I was like a kid before Christmas, I wanted to go right then. I could barely make myself wait for the boys to get out of school so we could go. We started driving and the boys were full of questions. I would explain a little but I really just wanted them to experience it all. I would only hint at some of the things they could do once we got there. I did go over the schedule. I don't plan that much but the games made it necessary. Friday we would get established at the campground, it would take all afternoon to get there. Saturday we would go do a little of the State Fair before the game, and then if we could stand it, go do some more after the game. I was surprised that this was the first time any of them would be going to the Fair. When I was growing up, the question was "when are you going to the Fair?" not "are you going to the Fair?". They do have so much other stuff going on that I can understand it a little. By the time the Fair actually opened up, I have my corny-dog expectation up to about 20. These are huge corny-dogs, but are so very good. I figure they are responsible for all the fried foods they have now, fried Snickers, fried Twinkies, fried marshmallows (ya know, after frying a marshmallow, there ain't much left). The cost of the gasoline to get there was the first big expense but when you drive a huge SUV like I do, you just have to give in and not worry about the price. Besides, the entertainment and knowledge I got from listening to the boys on the trip was well worth it. They were excited, and talked constantly, they got a little into some secrets and personal jabs, but it was still early for deep thoughts. The Fair took a good chunk out of wallets. The boys brought money with them, I made them save some for the next day. I just didn't think they would NEED that much the first day. But we did come home with $10 stuffed animals, $3 whistles, and an assortment of other junk. I did pull a lot of money out of my wallet and contributed to the fun. I stood back and watched the 3 of them play but there were also the times that I got right in there with them. I loved seeing the smiles, and hearing the laughter. I saw more teeth and sparkling eyes in those smiles than I think is legal. There was some of the teen boy challenges going on, but most of those challenges were directed at me to get me involved in the games on the midway. BTW, I can still shoot those ratty little BB guns. Once I set the standard of punching the stars out and winning, they had to try to match me. I could have bought the entire rack of prizes for what I spent on supporting their efforts. The game was great. It started cool and rainy that day but turned out to be near perfect. We watched and cheered for state pride as UT stomped on OU from start to finish. The boys were up and down getting food and exploring the stadium. Not that much to explore, a few food vendors, a couple of booths selling t's and caps, and an extremely limited number of restrooms. I would swear that somebody shrunk the entire stadium from when I was a kid. Montana and Theisman may have made it seem like a whole lot bigger. I was grateful for having Chip and Lance on either side of me. I spread out a little and took up some of their room. It didn't matter all that much on Chip's side, he was leaning on me the entire game. He was into the game but he let some of the game go by with taking the opportunity for a back scratch. During a slow period, I'm sure they were showing a commercial on TV, I reached up under his shirt and started scratching his back. He does love that and he bent over, pulled his shirt up to this neck and let me scratch his back for an entire offensive series. People around us were amused by how much he was enjoying it. The man on the other side of him told me that `my son' was enjoying way too much. Chip enjoyed the "my son" comment more than anything. Chip ended up taking off his shirt, followed by Lance and Jason, and they it seemed like any male under 25 around us lost theirs quickly after that. It resulted in a little bit of sunburn, that required a stop on the way home for some aloe and some more rubbing that night. I did notice Lance's development was at that point where his nipples were puffy. I had heard Chip say something about boy tits giving milk, and he got a punch from Lance. So, I have no doubt that they were exploring that. During the game, I had a huge urge to reach over and give one of his nipples a little twist. I should have talked about that morning in the trailer. This is one of the nicer campers, it has 5 separate beds, not including the table that can make into bed. So, everyone had their own bed. I actually thought about using one of the others, just to put two boys in tight quarters, and see what would happen. Anyway, it was early morning. The camp was pretty quiet for an urban RV park. I was still pretty much asleep but I was feeling a strange rhythm. I thought for a minute that it was just the generator, but couldn't understand why it was so rough. Then I remembered that I had plugged into shore power. I lifted my head and looked down the length of the trailer. Then I saw Lance's head poke out of the bed, then Chip's. For a moment, we were all confused by what was going on. I was trying to listen for a noise, I was considering getting up and looking outside. That would mean that my boner would be in plain site of the boys, at least 2 of them. And that is when I got thinking about the location of Jason. And Lance then pointed to the bathroom door. And Chip immediately understood. He made the jacking motion and pointed to the bathroom door. Both Chip and Jason looked at me, pointed to Lance's empty bed, and then to the bathroom door. I could see the dim light glinting off their huge smiles. I smiled myself and kept from laughing. They were fighting laughing, with little giggles, and squeaks. We all enjoyed the rhythm of Jason jacking in the bathroom, he was shaking the entire trailer, even with the stability legs set. The boy does have good rhythm. And he got a little faster, and did a little bit of grunting as he got close. Then, we could all tell when he was shooting. Lance got up and grabbed the handle to the door, he was going to open it right at his brother's most vulnerable position. I waved him back and motioned for him to be quiet. A little quiet flush and Jason appeared. He was still a little boned up and tenting his white briefs. He appeared to be very satisfied with himself and he slipped back into bed. I think he was asleep again by the time the other two boys couldn't help but laugh. But hell, I was really needing to jack right then as well. That evening, we cooked. It wasn't so much an attempt to save money, the meat I bought was not cheap but it did not disappoint either. I was really looking forward to cooking out. I made sure the campsite had a good grill, I got the good charcoal, mixed up my favorite rub, my mouth was watering when we started the drive back the park. I made it into a teaching opportunity. I had to boys prepare their own steaks. I lectured on the proper way to limit the number of turns, the horrors of using a fork to pierce the meat after it had been seared, the advantages of the different areas of coals, and taunted them with the anticipation of eating one of the best pieces of meat that ever went into their young boy mouths. Steak like that is just too good for beer or anything wimpier, a good bourbon was the right thing to accompany it. And the boys got a little taste of the bourbon. Not enough to make them as giddy as they became but it probably had something to do with the rub, it has a few things in it to get the juices flowing. It was a perfect night to cook. We sat outside, with the grill acting as a campfire, the heat from it was actually nice and needed. We talked about a variety of things. Although it started with talk of the day's game and the potential for the next day's game, it got into one of the deepest conversations that I have ever had with my step-sons. They challenged me on some things, I think they were surprised at the honestly of my answers. I was interested in many things they spoke about themselves and wanted to ask some questions but I didn't want to put them into bad positions. I learned that Jason had a chance to do the nasty with a girl, about 6 months before they all moved in me. He had her pants down, his dick was out, apparently he didn't undo his belt, just unzipped and pulled it out. He knocked something off the nightstand while he was searching for a rubber and that got his mom to come in and see what the noise was in a supposedly empty room. It sounded like his mom handled it pretty good. There were so many threads of conversation going on. I didn't want it to end but the fresh air and all the activity of the day caught up with all of us and we were heading for bed. Chip had become quiet as the discussion went along. He was so quiet that I thought he might have fallen asleep but I could see the lights reflecting in his eyes and knew he was awake. He let the boys go in and he stayed in his chair as I picked up and secured things. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked if he was going to bed. I could feel that he was crying. He was sunken in the chair, jacket collar up around his face, hands stuck deep in the jacket pockets. After asking the questions about whether he was alright, and getting nothing more than shrugs and head shakes, I asked him to come sit with me on a bench a little ways from the trailer. We sat on the bench, he leaned against me, under my arm, I was happy to feel the heat from his little body. I took some time to settle him down to where he could talk. It took him a while to get it out but I let him take his time and did what I could to make it easy. I haven't done this stuff very much, I skipped all the little kid nurturing and got teen boys before I knew what hit me. The first thing he talked about was how I and the boys were all talking, not me telling them what to do, but talking and listening. And Chip had been in that conversation, and he said he knew he was. He said that when he asked a question, that I not only told him what I thought was the answer but got him to tell us what he thought, and what Lance and Jason thought. Chip said it was like I was taking them seriously. Then he told me that he watched me get up and get all of them a coke. I didn't quite get the meaning and it took some time to get it out of him. He said that I could have told one of them to get me a drink, or just put it on the table for them, or just not get it at all. And it was when I really didn't need one but I just did it to be nice. And he saw Jason do the same thing a little bit later. I still didn't quite get it, or realize why it was important but he explained that it showed that we were all equal and not just there for serving each other or a necessary thing to feed. It was hard for him to explain, and even now I'm struggling. But I do understand. He then got into some self pity but cut himself off. I tried to say the right things, I hadn't expected anything this serious. I told him he was right there in the conversation and everything that went on. He said that just made it worse, or as he said, better. He got pretty animated and tossed his hands around as he said that he felt like he was human, that he found where he wanted to be, and that this was the perfect night. We sat there for awhile, quiet and getting colder. The conversation eased up and I finally got him to go inside and warm up. Chip was in a much more stable but I was feeling shaky. When we got inside, I could hear the heavy breathing of both Lance and Jason, letting me know that they were sound asleep. I was undressing and thinking about what just happened when Chip appeared in just jeans and socks. He whispered to me, asking if he I would scratch his back one more time. I said sure but he disappeared. He came back in just his briefs and crawled up on my bed. It was cool and he was shivering and I arranged the sleeping bag and sheets to cover most of him and still let me get access to his back. He was a little potent, after running around at the Fair and game, he smelled like it. It was a good mixture of sweat and musk. I have noticed that smell more and more around my house. Its what happens when the boys' hormones start popping right and left. As I moved the covers, that scent would waft up and hit my nose. I was breathing it in deeply. I scratched his back, swore that he was asleep a couple of times, but he had me continue. I worked on the area just about his underwear waist band, it made him shiver a little. My fingers barely touched his butt. He lifted up and pulled his underwear down below his butt. I let my hands rub and massage his butt, each cheek would fill my hand. It just felt like pure lithe muscle. Chips hand escaped from underneath him and he placed it right on my boner. I immediately said "let's not do this". He just shook his head and let me keep scratching and massaging. Then he did pass out. I let his body warm mine for a little bit as I slid in bed beside him. I did get up and carry him to his own bed. It did just about kill me getting there. The boys filled every inch of floor and counter with clothes, shoes, or stuffed animals. The next morning started out without the rhythmic motion alarm clock. Lance and Chip did have some smart ass comments that were veiled enough that Jason wasn't aware he was being picked on. I had planned on me doing the cooking, I even had my granny's old iron skillet. It made the best bacon and eggs. I would wake up early at granny's, just to wait for her to cook in that skillet. She told me that she remembered her mother cooking in that pan and she took it when she got married and needed something to cook with. The boys took turns making their own eggs after the bacon was cooked. Chip and I shared a huge smile as he brought me a plate that he just cooked up. I was almost too choked up to eat. He loved doing it for me. The RV park had gotten much emptier. All the UT and OU fans were headed home. There were a few RVs still around but it made the park's shower much more attractive than the trailer shower. And the boys had already called their turns in the shower. I stepped into the trailer to get a towel and such when Jason stepped out of the bathroom. I had been bent over and I looked up and saw about 7 inches of limp dick flopping in my face. He looked huge. I was wondering if he had jacked in the shower and we all had missed it. I went on to the showers, I was taking my time, not too worried about conserving water. I didn't have to worry about filling the waste water tank. I had a head of shampoo when I felt something in front of me, it brushed against my dick. And I heard the shower curtain rings squeak. I reached out and felt a young body. Without opening my eyes, I could tell it was Chip just from the feel of his muscles. I expressed my surprised, washed the shampoo from my face and looked down at him. The first thing I really noticed was his boner on full hard. Mine was intending to get that way. Chip explained that the shower was plenty big enough for us to share. There were also four other stalls completely empty. I kept my distance, as we shared soap, but my dick was determined to grow and it kept brushing against Chip's body. I had him face away from me as I worked the shampoo into his hair. He was moving back and forth and rubbing his back on my boner. Then I noticed that he was also in full stroke. I told him that he needed to cool it but he told me that he had to and it was no big deal. He didn't mind me being there when he did it. I watched his hand fly back and forth. I kept my hands in his hair the entire time. His jacking motion was getting his body to rub against my boner. I watched about 5 squirts of cum fly out of his dick. I washed the shampoo from his hair as he leaned back against me. His hands snuck behind him and played with my balls. He started to stroke me. I convinced him not to do it, and yet he convinced me to stroke my own. I had to do it, and it was probably the only way to get out of the shower. Its been a long time since I just jacked off for somebody to watch me. It felt good, he didn't mind when my cum hit him. I felt happy yet guilty as well. Coming out of the shower, I had to wait for him to use my towel, he didn't even think about bringing his, or clean undies, etc. The Cowboys game was even better than the UT game. They blew the Eagles away. We got there plenty early, parked in the good lot thanks to the parking pass. We did eat some wings, Hooters wings. The boys were delighted by all the attention the Hooters girls were giving them. It did cost me a little more as they had to get another order, they were sold. The band in the tent sucked. They might have been good but the volume was way too loud. There were also plenty of little tents set up around the stadium that sold all the good Cowboys stuff. We had to get the Pluck the Iggles shirt, and some more traditional gear. The boys decided that it would be best if I used my money for those things, and let them keep their money for food. They explored the stadium right up until the kickoff. They enjoyed the game. They got up to get nachos, popcorn, peanuts, Pepsi, and I think one of everything else. Then watched most everything, it was a quick trip to the stands and even closer to the pisser. We decided to celebrate. We went back to camp, all of us took another shower, in the RV shower room. It was a lot like high school locker room showers, just with separate stalls. We all dried off in the main area. I was watching their faces more than other parts of their bodies and I saw they were interested in what I had between my legs. I don't necessarily keep it a secret at the house, there just isn't an opportunity for them to see me. Chip was checking us all out. We ate out, a big ol' sports bar. TVs hung up all over the place. It was hard to concentrate on any of the screens. I know the game was supposed to be good but I had enough football for that day. The trip back the next morning was nice and quiet. We slept until we woke up. Jason did wake everyone up at about 5 that morning, in the same way as Saturday. The rest of us enjoyed it and went back to sleep. We stopped a few times on the way back. more to just see something interesting or take a break. Hauling that trailer is not the funnest thing to do. But it sure did make for a fun weekend. And it really didn't cost that much.