Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 10:06:10 -0600 From: Chris Pe Subject: an addition to What a trip , part 7 Life was normal. Just day after day of starting with getting two teen boys up and out the door for school and ending with practically begging for a little intimacy from my wife in bed. I figured it would be hard to have sex with a married woman, I just didn't know it was going to be so soon after we got married. It's probably the reason I avoided getting married for so long. I've also had to do a lot of work keeping me out in the afternoons and several evenings. It's a small price to pay for having a very flexible schedule. My contact with my step-sons has been limited lately, and even less with my kids' buddies. But then Chip finally caught me. He had been after me to get his jacket from the camper we used to go to Dallas. I had done a little bit of cleanup of it, sweep and mop, wiping the sinks and counters, and such. I didn't think to look in the cabinets and drawers. I have found out that Chip gets very nervous if things are not in the proper place and jackets are to be hung up in closets. While and my boys were living out of our duffle bags and piled our clothes, he hung up shirts and pants, placed his socks and underwear in the drawers and even put his toothpaste and tooth brush in the bathroom cabinet. He is still a kid though and its easy for a kid to forget things such as a jacket in a closet, especially when it was near 90 degrees when we unpacked. Chip found me just as I sat down to watch a little TV, the baseball playoffs would be on shortly. He has become enough of a fixture in this family that he doesn't even knock anymore. He came in with that smile that I really love, its on his face a lot more than when I first met the boy. He has even gotten his own spot on the couch. Jason usually gets one end, or if by himself, the entire couch, Lance camps out on the other end. And Chip gets the middle, leaning one way or the other depending which boy he is hanging with or which is more friendly that day. This day, he came on in and sat on the arm of my recliner and leaned on me. I had my hand on his knee until he just had to have his back scratch. I swear I could rub his skin completely off and he would still be wanting more. As I rub or scratch his back, I can feel him relax all over. While the muscles in his back relax and soften, his leg muscles ease up as well. His face gets a look of contentment, its much like having a big warm kitten curled up on your lap. The effect on Chip is so noticeable that Lance has started to offer the same type back rubbing. It works. Chip reminded me that it was about time that he got his jacket back. It was getting cooler. It had been a couple of weeks since I had been out at the ranch and I probably needed to go check on the place. So we picked up and headed out there. As soon as we were in the truck, he got talking a little more personal. He told me about seeing girls tits that afternoon during a chick fight. And talking about how Lance was horny all the time. We talked about all the ways that it was evident that he was horny, from the constant rise in his Levis, to the staring at different girls, to the talk he always wanted to do with Chip. Its not all that long to get to the ranch but Chip had me all hot and bothered by the time he got out to pull the gate open. I went in to the house to check things, Chip took the keys to the camper and went in to get his jacket. I was checking to see what shape the blankets were in, we had planned to spend some time around Thanksgiving out there with family. Chip found me, jacket over his arm and a white cloth in his hands. His smile was even bigger as he spread out the clothe to show that it was a pair of underwear. I figured he just found those lost in the corner of the cabinet. But he asked if I knew whose those belonged to. I had a very limited number of choices, so I chose Lance. I was right but that was only part of the story. Chip told me that one night when they heard me and Jason snoring, they got playing around. Chip dared Lance to jack off. Earlier that same day, Jason woke up the rest of us as he jacked off in the little bathroom in the trailer. Nobody ever said anything to Jason about it and he thought he got away with it. It was that night when Lance and Chip were talking about it and Chip talked Lance into doing it. Lance didn't have anywhere to shoot so he just shot into his underwear. Then he hid it under the bunk mattress in the camper. Chip knew where they were hidden and he went back to see if they were still there. Chip even had me touch the stiff little spot on the front where the cum had dried. We even smelled it. Its was really a sweet but erotic smell. Chip talked about how funny it was that Jason was jacking enough to wake us up. And he said that he and Lance talked about how none of them could have been sleeping if I had been jacking off in that trailer. He said Lance thinks I have a huge dick and I really get after it when I jack off. I was trying to figure what to say when Chip said that he thought that my dick and Jason's are just about the same size and they look exactly the same. He said it with a little giggle. The comparison of my and Jason's dicks go back to the scout trip this summer. The boys think that Jason is actually my real son, not just my step-son. They base it on how we have similar features including the same looking dick. I'm not so sure how much we or our parts look alike but I was enjoying the conversation. We were sitting on the bed by now and my hand was under his shirt, working on his back again. I challenged that they could tell we were related by just the look of our dicks. I asked him if his looked like his father's. He said yeah. I asked him if it was the same size. He said that he really hadn't seen his dad's close when hard but it was real close when they were both soft. I had to smile with the thought about that very rich and powerful man having the dick of a 13 year old. Then Chip leaned back, arched his back and slipped his jeans down. He let loose his boner and showed me where he had a little dark patch on his dick. And he explained that his father had a much darker spot on the other side of his dick. I was breathing deep as I could smell that musky aroma coming from his unbuttoned jeans. He was boned up, as stiff as could be and snapping back as he pushed it to one side or the other. I put my finger on it and his whole body reacted. I asked if his dad's had that dark of a circumcision ring. My touch distracted Chip enough that his answers were short and breathy. I left my fingers on his dick. I moved them up and down the shaft and around his sack. I was amazed to feel how velvety soft it all felt and yet his dick was like iron. I ran my finger under the head and felt that solid ridge all the way around. Chip drifted into a trance, his mouth was open and his breathing was short and choppy, his eyes glazed over. He leaned over on me and raised his midsection. He just seemed to melt into me. I took the time to really look at him. He did have a slightly darker spot on his dick, it was almost as if it was from pressure from his hand as he jacked off. His dick and balls were darker or tanner than mine or my boys, we are a little pinker. Chip's dark hair and complexion was matched by the completion of his dick. His shaft was absolutely hard, it could have driven nails, and it was thumping with his heartbeat. I held my finger still under the head of his dick and let the thumping tap his dick on my finger. I let my finger fun up and down his dick and down to his balls. He finally moved with my fingers went under his balls, he spread his legs just a little more. I kept thinking that his sack was like a combination of silk and the softest leather. Chip's hand started to move toward my crotch. His hand found my boner, he slid it all along the length of it. He squeezed it and moved down and squeeze again. I was going into the same trance he was in. When he got to the base of my dick, his hand slid along my pants and cupped my balls. He gave them a little squeeze and then looked up and me and said, "those are big balls, huge balls." It made me laugh and that allowed us to move a little. My dick was in a bind in my underwear, it was like it was trying to bust loose. I quickly did a little rearranging as Chip got comfortable. He pulled his underwear back up and I thought we were done. I did have a mix of emotion, one was relief that we weren't going any further and another was frustration for the same reason. But Chip slipped his shirt off over his head and fell face down on the bed. Just a way of begging me to do his back. Like I said, he would let me do that all day but it doesn't take him long to start enjoying it. I could feel his whole body relax. His muscles softened and the skin on his back seemed to become even more supple. It was doing me good, I was really relaxing myself, and enjoying the feel of his skin. I was still straining in my pants, I figured I would just take care of that myself later on. I felt his back muscles stiffen and then he rose up and pulled his underwear down to his knees. He asked me to do his butt. I rubbed and squeezed and even a little scratching. His dark complexion all but disappeared on his white butt. I had memories of the first time I saw his little butt, this summer as he skinny-dipped in some farm pond. As Chip's hand slid over toward my dick, my fingers slid up and down his crack. His hand found my dick and my fingers toyed with his hole. I could feel the soft pucker of his hole and he would react every time I touched it. A light teasing touch made him jump, a firm press made him moan. When my pushed my finger inside of him, his hand grasp my dick has hard as he could, his other hand squeezed a handful of bedding. I was thinking that if it wasn't for the cloth of my pants, he might have pulled my dick right off. I slowly and carefully worked my finger in as deep as could from that position. I moved around, it was so warm and soft in there. I had to do more for him though. I moved us on the bed so that I had the right angle. He still had access to my dick, and even more, I was wishing he would slide his hand on down inside. But I was more intent on working him. I played with my finger on the outside of his hole, it would open up and close like begging for my finger. I slid it in, careful about what I was touching inside. Then I went looking. I barely touched his prostate. He jumped and gave a little moan. I lightly stroked his love bud and it got him rocking on the bed in rhythm with my stroking. I increased the pressure on his bud, moving my finger all around. I got thinking that it felt so exactly like the diagrams, so perfectly pronounced and shaped. It was firm and bounced back each time I pressed it. His hole was tightening around my finger. He was making noise, calling out, cussing and praying, all the previously relaxed muscles were now as tense as could be. I could tell he was about to cum. He moved and made my finger come out of his butt. He rolled over and I saw a line of cum connecting his dick to the bed. And I also looked down and saw a dark spot of precum right over my dickhead. Chip grabbed his dick and started jacking off as fast as I have ever seen. I didn't want to mess up the bed any more than it was and I held out my hand and caught just about every shot of cum. I was amazed at how hot it was. He shot 5 or 6 times and then milked out the last of it, jerking each time his own fingers touched the head of his dick. He then fell against me. He was breathing hard, I could feel his heart racing. He got under my arm and I was rubbing his back again, slowly and softly. His heartbeat and breathing slowed, he said a few things about how amazing that was and how did I know how to do that. I looked for a way to get rid of the cum in my hand and found that I could reach the cumy pair of underwear of Lance's. I added Chip's to Lance's. And Chip fell sound asleep on me. He was all curled up and naked and sleeping so sweetly. Even after I flipped the covers up and over him, he continued to snuggle closer as he slept. It was time we had to get back to town. I moved to get things going and it woke him up. He ran so quick to the bathroom and filled the toilet up at least twice. I would have thought there could have been that much in a body that size. I washed my hands as he grunted (cutely) and talked to me. And I stayed and watched and talked as he jumped into the shower. We got him dried off, dressed and then got back to town. Later that night, I did get some relief with my wife, she commented on how much cum I laid into her that night. Since then, Chip has continued to hang at the house, spending a long weekend that extended to Tuesday. And then a visit to his house that was pretty telling of his life. I should write and tell more about that and the camping trip. The first trip with Lance as an actual scout.