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Subject: I Want You To Meet My Son: Chapter 5 I Want You To Meet My Son Chapter 5 “Have fun, kiddo…” said Doug, giving his son Freddy a goodbye hug. “Make sure you do whatever the Scoutmaster tells you.” “I will, Dad…” waved Freddy, boarding the waiting bus. “I promise.” “Make sure to text me every day, Xander…” instructed a man standing nearby, helping his son to board the bus for the scouting trip. “If there’s any problems, you can call me – call me at any time.” “Okay, Dad…” nodded the boy. “I’d better go – the bus is waiting for me.” “Is it his first camping trip with the scouts?” asked Doug, turning to smile at the man who was anxiously watching his son board the bus. “Yes…” nodded the man. “I’m a bit nervous about it.” “I’d never have guessed…” winked Doug. “I’m Doug Peterson – I’m Freddy’s father.” “I’m Ian – Ian Langford…” replied the man, shaking Doug’s outstretched hand. “I’m the father of Xander. I think they’re in the same class at school?” “Mr Roxburgh’s class?” asked Doug. “He’s an excellent teacher – one of Freddy’s favourites. What made you decide to send Xander on the scouting trip? I gather that you don’t do much camping?” “Camping is definitely not my thing…” laughed Ian. “It was Father Murphy’s idea, actually. He suggested that it could be a good way to develop Xander’s confidence. Good for me also, I guess. It’s just me and Xander – I’m probably a bit over-protective of the kid.” “We’re a member of Murphy’s congregation…” said Doug. “I don’t get to church as often as I should, but I’ve always found Father Murphy’s guidance to be helpful. You might have seen young Freddy there – he’s one of Father Murphy’s altar boys.” “Ah, right…” nodded Ian. “That’s where I recognised him from. He looks different in a scouts uniform than he does in the white robes of an altar boy.” “That’s true, I guess…” nodded Doug. “I prefer him naked – that way, I know where I stand.” “What?” laughed Ian, assuming that he’d misheard what Doug had said. “Listen, Ian, if you’re not in a rush to get home, do you fancy a coffee?” asked Doug. “Big Al’s Diner doesn’t sound like much, but he does serve up a decent coffee.” “Sure, that would be great…” agreed Ian. “We’ve only recently moved into the neighbourhood. I’ve been meaning to give Big Al’s a try.” It was a short walk from the bus pick-up point to Big Al’s Diner – an unassuming kind of place that was never too busy. Doug led the way to a booth near the back of the diner, placing their coffee order with Big Al. “So, you’ve never been on a scout camp yourself?” asked Doug. “No…” replied Ian. “I’m not sure why – maybe it wasn’t something that was available in the area where I grew up. I’m taking it that you have?” “Absolutely…” nodded Doug. “Some of my most formative moments happened at scout camp.” “Really?” said Ian. “Such as what?” “Well, it’s a good chance to bond with other boys…” explained Doug. “Everyone sleeping in tents, showering together, skinny-dipping in the swimming pond.” “Skinny-dipping?” said Ian. “Is that what they’ll be doing on this camp? That’s not something Xander’s had any experience of – I’m not sure if he should be going skinny-dipping.” “Relax…” smiled Doug. “The scoutmaster is an gaziantep escort old hand at this kind of thing. He’ll be keeping a close eye on Xander. Did you meet him at the pick-up bus this morning? Scoutmaster Hartshorn?” “Yes, yes I did…” nodded Ian. “Nice guy – big bear of a man. His sons were with him also?” “Yes…” confirmed Doug. “Zach and Miles. They’re in their early 20s now, but they’ve been fixtures at the scout camps since they were Freddy’s age. They’re a fine pair of boys.” “Yes…” agreed Ian. “A handsome family. You mentioned formative moments that you’d experienced at scout camp when you were growing up. Apart from the skinny-dipping, what other formative moments were you referring to?” “Well, I’m not sure how much detail you want me to go into…” said Doug, signalling to Big Al for a refill of their coffees. “Given that I’ve just sent my son off on a bus to a camp that I know little about, I suppose I want as much detail as possible…” insisted Ian. “Okay, for starters, it was the first time that I’d seen a grown man naked…” explained Doug. “A grown man?” asked Ian. “Yes…” nodded Doug. “My father wasn’t around when I was growing up, and I didn’t have any uncles or anything. Seeing the older boys and the scoutmasters in the showers was the first time that I saw what a naked man’s body looks like.” “I see…” said Ian. “So, everyone just showers together?” “Uh huh…” nodded Doug. “Also, it was the scoutmasters who also taught me how to properly wash myself. No one had shown me how to wash under my foreskin, so it felt like I was getting some proper life-lessons from the older guys at camp. But then, I guess you’ve shown Xander all the basics about how the body works?” “I haven’t really talked to him about washing under his foreskin…” admitted Ian. “I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that conversation.” “Not to worry…” smiled Doug. “Scoutmaster Hartshorn is fairly hot on that kind of stuff. He usually gets Zach and Miles to demonstrate proper washing techniques on the first day.” “So, Xander is going to be watching those young men washing themselves?” asked Ian. “Their cocks…” grinned Doug. “He’s going to watch them washing their cocks. He’ll probably be asked to lend a hand as well.” “Lend a hand?” said Ian. “What do you mean?” “Well, the scoutmaster who taught me showed me how to do it, but then he got me to wash his cock…” explained Doug. “Just to make sure that I’d really absorbed the lesson.” “So, you washed the man’s cock?” asked Ian. “You think that my son is going to be asked to wash the cocks of those young men?” “Formative moments…” winked Doug. “Um, what else might happen on this scout camp?” asked Ian. “Well, when a man is having his cock soaped up and given plenty of attention by a boy, he’s obviously going to get hard, isn’t he?” said Doug. “Yes, I guess so…” nodded Ian. “Well, that was a total revelation to me…” shrugged Doug. “Having a man’s hard cock in my hand – that sparked all sorts of learning opportunities.” “What sort of learning opportunities?” asked Ian. “For starters, the scoutmasters got the older boys to demonstrate how to jack off…” explained Doug. “Like I said, without a father or uncles to teach suriyeli escort me about that kind of thing, I was an eager student.” “I haven’t talked to Xander about anything related to sex…” said Ian. “I’m worried that he’s not ready for this camp. Maybe I should go and get him and bring him home?” “Now, remember why Father Murphy suggested this camp to you…” said Doug. “This is for your benefit as well as Xander’s. Maybe Xander will be able to show you what he’s learnt when he gets home?” “Does Father Murphy know what happens at a scout camp?” asked Ian. “Absolutely…” winked Doug. “You know what priests are like when it comes to young boys.” “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that…” laughed Ian, assuming that Doug was making a fairly off-colour joke. “Were there any other formative experiences from your scout camp days that I should hear about?” “Do you want to hear about my experiences with the scoutmasters, or do you want to hear about Freddy’s?” asked Doug. “Do you want to hear how Scoutmaster Hartshorn and his sons will be using Freddy for their pleasure on this camping trip?” “What are you talking about?” gasped Ian. “You can’t be serious!” “Deadly serious…” nodded Doug. “The Hartshorn men are helping to train Freddy – they’re experts at it. I’m sure that Freddy won’t be the only boy that they’re giving their attention to on this trip.” “Oh my god…” gasped Ian. “How could you put your son at risk like that? You don’t think that they’ll try to abuse Xander, do you?” “I know that Freddy is not at risk in any way…” said Doug. “And abuse definitely isn’t the right word. This is teaching, training, and mentoring. It’s an important part of a boy’s development – to understand what pleasure means and to learn how to give that pleasure to a man. Haven’t you ever wondered what that might be like? What it might be like if you gave into your desires and crossed that line with young Xander? “Absolutely not…” dismissed Ian. “I’d never force myself on Xander in that way – he’s my son.” “You wouldn’t force yourself on Xander?” smiled Doug. “What if it wasn’t Xander? What if it was someone else’s son? What if my son Freddy wanted to show you what the Hartshorn boys had taught him at scout camp?” “This is ridiculous…” said Ian. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.” “But we are having this conversation…” grinned Doug. “You’re saying that you don’t walk to talk about these sorts of fantasies, but you haven’t ended the conversation. You haven’t walked away. We’re still here, two fathers, sitting in Big Al’s Diner, drinking coffee and talking about how you’d like to fuck my son.” “I never said that!” whispered Ian, looking around to ensure that no one had overheard what Doug had said. “You didn’t have to say it…” winked Doug. “You didn’t have to say it.” “What do you mean?” asked Ian. “You could tell? How could you possibly tell what’s going on in my head?” “I’ve got a bit of a sixth sense for this kind of thing…” shrugged Doug. “Besides, I reckon if we took a look at your internet search history then that would tell us everything we needed to know.” “Are you threatening to turn me into the cops?” exclaimed Ian, the rus escort blood draining from his face. “Relax, perv…” laughed Doug. “Why on earth would I do that? Besides, you haven’t broken any laws – yet.” “Fuck fuck fuck…” moaned Ian. “It’s like I told Father Murphy – I know it’s wrong, I just can’t get it out of my head. I’m forcing myself to avoid any contact with Xander – just out of fear that I’m not going to be able to control myself. I can feel myself being cold and distant with him. I’m screwing up everything!” “Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself…” comforted Doug. “You’re just human, like the rest of us. Sure, we make mistakes, but we’re just trying to figure stuff out as we go.” “Thanks…” smiled Ian. “It actually feels good to get it out in the open – to be able to talk about it with someone who kind of understands.” “Don’t worry, I understand…” said Doug. “I definitely understand. Want to see a sexy photo of Freddy?” “Um, I guess so…” nodded Ian. “Scoutmaster Hartshorn just sent me this…” grinned Doug, passing his phone across to Ian. “They’re still on the bus, but it looks like the fun has already started.” “Jesus fucking christ!” exclaimed Ian, doing a double-take as he looked at the photo on Doug’s phone. “Whose cock is that?” “That’s Scoutmaster Hartshorn…” confirmed Doug. “Freddy can’t get enough of sucking that man’s beer-can of a cock. Hartshorn likes to send me regular updates to show me that he’s got my boy exactly where he wants him.” “And you’re okay with that?” asked Ian. “Okay with it?” laughed Doug. “I fucking love it! It turns me on so much to know that Hartshorn is using my boy as his personal fuck-toy. You can’t tell me that it doesn’t turn you on, looking at that photo of my boy sucking his scoutmaster’s thick cock, right?” “It is pretty fucking hot…” admitted Ian. “I wonder where young Xander is sitting on the bus…” pondered Doug. “I guess he could be sitting right next to Freddy.” “Holy fuck…” exclaimed Ian. “You mean my boy could be watching that? He could be watching Freddy sucking that man’s cock?” “Or maybe he’s sitting with Zach and Miles?” suggested Doug. “Maybe those 20-year-old lads are getting to know your boy? Stripping him naked, getting acquainted with every inch of his body – tweaking his nipples and making him squirm with pleasure as he sits naked on their laps.” “Fuck that’s hot…” moaned Ian. “That’s so fucking hot.” “Don’t you wish that you were there, watching them use your son?” asked Doug. “Fuck…” moaned Ian. “Fuck yes.” “But hearing about it afterwards is also part of the fun…” grinned Doug. “Hearing your boy telling you what those men did to him, getting him to show you what they’ve taught him. That’s something to look forward to, right? Having a bath with Xander and hearing about all of his adventures at scout camp?” “Fuck…” moaned Ian. “You are one twisted fucker. I’m so fucking hard right now.” “Want to come back to mine?” suggested Doug. “We could watch some porn and jack off. I’ve got some good vids – you might actually recognise a few of the guys in them.” “Fuck yeah…” nodded Ian. “I’m so fucking turned on that I’ll cum as soon as I touch my cock.” “That could be the Viagra that Big Al spikes his coffee with…” winked Doug. “But it’s probably because you’re a twisted fucking perv – just like the rest of us. Come on, let’s go get our rocks off – nothing hotter than watching fuck-vids with a fellow son-fucker.” Follow the author on Twitter @GTV_AfterDark

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