Date: Fri, 1 Oct 2021 18:40:27 +0200 (CEST) From: karcamel@tutanota.com Subject: BECOMING A FATHER FIGURE. PART ONE, more to come) gay, adult/youth The author is not a native English speaker, however, I hope you can still enjoy the reading experience. The story is completely fictional and has no basis of truth in the real world. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to karcamel@tutanota.com. ------------- All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------- Story codes; Mb 9 yo. cons, oral, anal. (Gay adult-youth) -------- BECOMING A FATHER FIGURE Chapter 1 It has been a few years since these events when my own children were still in primary school. I was in my forties, divorced, but still, or maybe just because a happy man. I was at a job that paid a reasonable salary, I had a mortgage and a fairly new car. Everything was in balance. It had been about half a year since the divorce, but I hadn't been very eager to look for love or a new partner, I had a great time with myself. My apartment was quite modest, it only had a kitchen and two bedrooms, and a living room. Apartment in the suburbs, yet within walking distance of the town center. When I bought the apartment, I specifically wanted two bedrooms so that my kids would have a room where they could spend time with me on the weekends. As I said, I was a man in his forties at the time. Moderately average type, 181 cm tall, weighing about 85 pounds. I had shaved my head completely bald because my hair had thinned from my head, my face was adorned with a neat goatee beard. My dress style was casual, jeans, t-shirt, hoodies, etc. At the turn of June-July, my older daughter's sports club had a traditional summer camp. A week-long camp that included a lot of different activities. Soccer, volleyball, swimming, hiking. In the evenings we sat by the campfire and toasted marshmallows and sausages. Campers stayed in small huts, and each hut had its own adult supervisor. There were about 60 children, girls and boys of different ages, the oldest of whom were 12 years old. My job was not to supervise children, or guide sports, I was at camp as a chauffeur. I took the kids on a minibus to different venues and took lunch for the kids on the forest trip. I had a lot of extra time, so sometimes I took part in games, or just sat and watched while the kids had fun. One day while I was watching the children's bustle again I stayed to watch when a boy had fun looking cap on his head. It look like a little mouse trying to get out of a boy's head. I began to smile, and I didn't realize that he was looking at me at the same time. Soon I noticed that he was staring at me, and when I looked him in the eyes he began to smile at me. His beautiful red mouth revealed a perfect line of white teeth. I had learned to know the residents of the different huts pretty well, and I knew that the boy was from hut number 4B, which meant he had to be 9-10 years old. I didn't know or remember his name... at that time. On that forenoon the weather wasn't very warm. It had rained in the morning and there were still puddles on the ground. The boy was wearing an Adidas red and blue shell suit and blue rubber boots. His dirty blond hair was peeking under that funny mouse hat. In the afternoon, the sun came out again and warmed up comfortably. The campground was located by a small pond, and as you might guess, the kids wanted to swim. I signed up as a swim guard, I had nothing else to do. I sat on a rock and only let ten children at a time into the water because I wanted to keep track of them all the time. The boy who smiled at me in the morning had also come to swim. He was wearing a very traditional red swimming trousers. He waved at me from among the kids, and I waved back at him. I had never paid attention to the kid's bodies. The children were just children; they had nothing interesting in that sense. Now, however, I stayed to watch the boy in the red swimming pants as he stepped into the water on the sandy beach. He was slender, his long thin legs continued towards his thighs. His little bum cheeks were round like a half apples. Abdomen was a little round, not in a fat way, but childish, and above it his flat skinny chest. Boys splattered each other with water and screamed in joy. I looked at the boy in red, and I even forgot to count that there are ten heads on the surface all the time. He glanced at me every now and then. His nipples had hardened in cool water and they were dark red. I don't know what went into me, I did it spontaneously without thinking at all... I blinked at him. He laughed and dived to the water. As the evening faded, the children were divided into small groups. The intention was for each team to make their own campfire. My daughter asked if I would come with her group and I promised to go. But when all the groups had gathered separately into their own units, I noticed that the boy was watching me. When I looked him in the eyes, he raised his eyebrows and nodded to me as a sign that I would go with them. I had a problem because I had already promised to go with my daughter, but I noticed that there were already one adult men in the group. On that pretext, I was able to explain to my son that I must go with boys so they would have one man with them too. There was something magical about the little boy that I couldn't explain to myself. The campfire crackled, and a happy babble was heard from the crowd. The boy sat next to me with a bag of marshmallows and two wooden sticks. Without saying anything, he pushed two marshmallows into the stick and handed them to me. Then he did one for himself as well. "Push it closer to the fire." The boy told me as I tried to heat the candies. "But it catches fire or starts to melt." I reasoned. No, no, you're doing it wrong. Now see how I do, it won't burn or melt. " I watched the boy in fascination. he was determined and confident. Maybe a little precocious, but so serious. And he looked incredibly sweet. "Is it better now?" I asked as I pushed the stick almost all the way to the flames. "You silly, you act like a fool." "What if I'm really stupid, and I'm not playing at all?" "Haha!" Soon we ate candy and watched the fire. I felt like we were there just together. Somehow I turned off all the other hustle and bustle around me. "Your name is Chris, isn't it?" I said. "Yes." "It's a nice name, suits you." "Your name is Patrick, I know." The boy smiled. "Have you enjoyed the camp, have you had fun?" I asked, just to say something and to break the silence between us. "It's been really nice here. Friends are cool and there is something fun to do all the time. " Chris replied. "There are also some nice supervisors." he added and pushed me with his elbow. "How old are the boys in your hut?" I asked. "We have third and fourth graders. he answered. "Okay, then you must be the only seven-year-old in your gang?" I said with a serious look. "What?" The boy screamed. "Seven? Do you really think I'm seven? " "Six then?" I continued bullying. "Crazy!" Chris said and started to laugh. "Well, what age are you really then?" "Ten. I will turn eleven in the spring. " "So you're still almost nine." "You're a crazy man." The boy sighed. "Is that a bad thing?" "No. I like crazy. " Chris said and leaned his head against my arm. We were just quiet and watching as the other kids played and made a fuss. The next day the children went on a nature trip and returned for dinner. I had taken the children's lunch to the woods, but I didn't see Chris. It felt strange to feel the longing for someone else's child. The evening's program included wall climbing. The wall was five meter high (16.4 ft), and for safety, the children had to wear climbing harnesses. There were two climbing walls, my job was to wear a harness for the kids. I wasn't surprised that Chris came to queue at my wall. I asked Chris to step through the loops in the harness and lifted the straps up. I fastened the belt around his waist and started tightening the straps. As if by accident I let my hand slide over his little butt a few times. I checked the thigh straps and lifted them higher, and I couldn't resist the temptation to move my thumb over his trousers front, touching it lightly. I lowered my hand a little and pressed gently as I raised it higher. I felt his litle bulge there. I looked up and I saw how he smiled at me. The week passed quickly. We talked a lot, but there was no physical connection between us, but mental. I tried to be careful that other supervisors did not notice my particular interest in one child. Everything went well for it. Buses drove to the campground yard to pick up the children. Some parents had come by bus to their children and the joy of seeing them again was in the air. I looked at Chris, who was staring at the tip of his shoes with a sad look. He glanced at me a couple of times but didn't come to talk. After a while, his mother found him in the crowd and she hugged her child long and lovingly. I decided to do something, the situation felt wrong. "Hey, you're apparently Chris's mom? I'm Patrick, and I've been here as a supervisor. You have a great son absolutely adorable. He is brisk, happy and takes care of others. If I had a son, I would like him to be just like him. " Chris's mother held out her hand to greet me. "Hi, I'm Chris's mom, Anna. Nice to hear that Chris has done well and has behaved well. It made me a little scared to let him in here 'cause he's pretty wild at times. " "Chris has been exemplary, you can be proud of your son." I praised the girl. "Dad, when are we leaving?" Said my daughter who came next to me carrying a heavy bag. "We're about to leave, take your Bag in the car and wait there." I answered to her. "Ok." "The girl is clearly tired." I said. "Would you like a ride, can I drive you home? I have a car in there that is just waiting for us to leave. " "No, that would be too much, thank you, but we can get out of here by bus." Chris's mother said a little shyly. "Mom. Why would we go by bus if Pat wants to take us by car? " Chris asked in his voice with determination. The boy took his bag and threw it in the tailgate of my car. "That's the kind of boy he is. I am sorry." Chris's mother apologized. "There is no reason to apologize. Where do I drive? " I asked and opened the car door for the woman. Chris and his mother lived almost downtown. I drove the car to the side of the road. I told the boy's mother that Chris had told me he didn't have a father. I said that if a boy ever needs a man to be his friend, for example, to go to a football match or to the movies, then I am available. I helped them pick up the stuff from the tailgate. Chris hugged me and said we would meet again. I sat in the car and looked in the rearview mirror as the figure of the pretty little boy shrank as he walked down the street and eventually disappeared around the corner. - To be continued.