Date: Sat, 14 May 2022 23:04:05 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Chat or trap? Part 2

Chat or trap?
Part 2


The next morning everything went quite normally. My wife made coffee. We
sat with the whole family at the table. There was no hurry anywhere, it was
Saturday. We talked about what everyone had done during the week: hobbies,
school, and life in general. My daughter had started playing tennis as a
hobby and asked me to watch the training sometimes. It sounded fun and
interesting. She was quite tall for her age with long legs and
arms. Suitable body for a tennis player. My son had got B + from algebra
experiments and it was just fine for him, I was pathetically miserable at
school myself in math.

My wife said she hurt her back at work yesterday after having to lift a
patient. He had asked for a little lighter work for a moment, but it was in
vain. My wife didn't think her supervisor was very qualified or nice. The
coffee tasted good, and the sandwiches were tasty, but everything that
happened around me felt secondary, my thoughts were somewhere else. I
wondered what kind of moral backbone I would lack if I did something
irreversible with a boy who was the same age as my child. I watched as Jack
laughed at something his sister said. I had two beautiful children, and it
was a clear thing.

It seemed impossible to think that a man my age would push his cock into my
son's mouth, the mouth with which he was just chewing on a sandwich. Or lay
naked on top of such a child, pushing his hips against that little and
delicate creature. Cuming into his ass. For some reason, my moral alarm
clock remained silent, I think it was a whole different thing to think of
something sexual about someone stranger than my own child. I tried
banishing the idea and go back to chatting with my family.

After breakfast, I picked up my phone and went to the bathroom. I texted
the boy and asked if he was still interested in meeting me. I got an answer
almost immediately. The answer was not only positive, but he also asked
when and where. He said that because it was a weekend, he would be able to
move around and be away from home easily for even longer. Could it really
happen that I could fuck the little boy? Ideas began to move in my brain. I
started to outline some workable scenarios.

«Want to meet somewhere outside? In a park? At the ice cream parlor?
- I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

»Anything works for me. I live near Maple Park and it would be nice
if we could meet somewhere nearby. I have a bike and can come elsewhere as
well.

Near Maple Park! That sounded a nice coincidence. Our own house is located
just half a mile from that park.

«Maple Park is perfect. Would you like to meet me on a certain day?
- I asked.

»How about today? The faster the better. I really look forward to
meeting you.

"So do I. But I'm a little scared. Promise me this isn't a trap. I don't
want any problems. I've never done anything like this before.

»No trap, I promise. What if we end up wanting more than just
chatting? - The boy asked. He was surprisingly confident and determined. It
felt good,

"There's no way we could go to my home. There's my wife and kids.

»Too bad :( - the boy replied.

"But surely we'll come up with something if the situation calls for it. - I
was thinking of booking a hotel room.

We agreed to meet at four in the afternoon in Maple Park. The boy said
there is a gardener's shed behind the playground, a small booth with a
bench next to it. I did know the place well, but I didn't mention it, I
said I'll definitely find it. We end up chatting. I again looked at the
picture the boy had sent. A small and stiff child's penis that wanted the
attention of an adult man. Incredibly arousing thought, I wanted to jerk
off, but I restrained my lust.

In the morning I went to a big supermarket with my wife. It was the kind of
hypermarket where you could find everything you needed in your life. My
wife wanted to watch the clothes (Surprise?) I wasn't interested in that at
all (Surprise again?). I, therefore, went to the sports department for a
while, even though I didn't think I could find anything there myself. And I
didn't go there for any particular reason.

I watched the boy sitting on the stool. He had lifted the leg of his pants
up to his knee and fitted a shin guard. His father looked at other similar
sizes. He asked the boy if the boy has the right size. The boy was perhaps
10-11 years old. Kind of like my mystical Big Boy, I thought he might very
well be just like him. I was wondering if I would fuck that boy. Yes. Yes,
I would have loved to have sex with that boy. I left before I paid too much
attention to myself.

I cooked lunch with my wife; garlic potatoes and pork chops. My wife made
the potatoes, and I baked the chops. At the same time, my daughter was in
her own room, which heard some noise that could be considered music; an
effective beat on which someone shouted in a defiant voice something vague
shit. Before there was a melody in music, today it's just mindless speech
with poorly functioning rhymes. Jack wanted to chop the vegetables into the
salad. He chopped tomatoes next to me, his head just reaching the height of
my shoulder.

I wondered how tall the mystery boy might have been. Would he be the same?
My thoughts began to move toward the upcoming meeting. I wondered what it
would be like to fuck a child the size of my son, and I got an erection
from it. Again, I wanted to reduce the pressure by jerking off, but I
wanted to save all that energy for an afternoon meeting.

At two o'clock we were sitting at the table again with the whole family. My
daughter had Ear Buds in her ears, I asked her to take them off. She did it
reluctantly, luckily that time I didn't have to get angry with her. Forks
and knives squeak on the plates. I wondered how I would be able to leave
home at four o'clock without raising questions until my wife broke the
silence.

"What would you think if I went to see Cindy for the evening?" My wife
asked. "We would have a little wine and talk. We haven't met in a while,
and I think it would be really nice. "

"Hmmm. That would certainly be nice, no doubt. Of course, it's ok for
me. What time did you think to leave? " I asked.

"As soon as we've eaten? If you kindly offer me a ride, will I come back
home by taxi or Uber?

I couldn't believe my ears. I wouldn't need any excuses to leave home, but
I wouldn't have time to take my wife to his friend and come back at
four. Women tend to leave slowly, it's not as easy as men who put on a
jacket and say bye. I had to get in touch with the mystery boy and move the
appointment a little. So I ate fast and locked myself in the toilet again
to text. We agreed to meet half an hour later.

My wife's getting ready turned out to be just as painfully slow as I
feared. She stayed in the shower for at least 20 minutes. It wasn't obvious
to her what kind of pants she would put on, or whether she would put on a
skirt. The hair, of course, had to be dried and a light makeup finished on
the face. You shouldn't look bad in the eyes of your friends, especially if
you haven't met them in a long time. Fortunately, the bottle of red wine
found in the cupboard was of good enough quality, so there was no need to
go to buy it. It would have taken at least an hour to choose it. I looked
at my cell phone and thought I might not get to the park at half-past four.

Finally, my wife was ready to leave. It was already four o'clock. It would
take about 20 minutes to drive to his friend and the same back home. There
was no way I could go to the park at the agreed time, so I had to postpone
the meeting for another half hour. Fortunately, it was no problem for the
boy. I told my kids I would bring the car home and go have a few beers at a
local bar so I wouldn't come home right away. There was a good excuse here,
as going to a bar can sometimes take longer than planned. It was a good
excuse because going to a bar can sometimes take longer than planned.

I took my wife and returned home. I parked my car in its place and went for
a walk towards the park. I looked at the time on the phone. I had fifteen
minutes before the meeting. However, I decided to be there in good time and
went straight to the park. I walked past the playground. There were about
half a dozen screaming and laughing toddlers and a couple of maybe 8-9
years old girls. Mothers watched their children as they gossiped. They
looked at me tightly as I walked past. I felt guilty, the women were, of
course, vigilant that no pedophile would come to the scene to watch or, in
the worst case, do something bad.

The shed was located right behind the playground, and the bench was on the
other side of the shed, so the line of sight to the playing children was
cut off. The sun was shining, and the day was warm. The bench was
fortunately shaded by large basswood. I looked at my cell phone. There were
no new messages from the boy. It was close to the agreed time. I looked
around and tried to figure out the boy from the crowd, but I didn't
succeed.

Pre-teen girls had come from the playground to do gymnastics on the lawn in
front of me. Once again, I felt something I hadn't noticed before. The
girls wore tight shorts and skinny shirts. Their hips were narrow, and
their butts were small and tight. Neither had the slightest sign of
breasts, they were perfectly flat. They were hot, fucking sexy little
girls.

Then from behind the shed, from the bush, I heard rustling, and I thought
it might be a mysterious boy I had come to meet. My thoughts got out of the
little girls quickly. The boy had chosen a shortcut for his route. I didn't
turn to look, I just heard the footsteps in the sand.

The boy walked out from behind the bench and was shocked. I became
distraught, wondering how I had gotten into such a situation The boy who
came through the fence was Jack. My own son! We looked at each other for a
moment, completely silently.

"He-hey, Ja-ck. You are here."  I said, stammering.

"Hi, dad. Yeah, yeah. That's right, yeah. " Jack looked puzzled and as
frightened as I for sure did.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the bar? " He asked.

"Y-yes, yes. And I'm going there. Yes, I'm just leaving. I thought of
pausing for a moment to sit because it is comfortably shady here. Where are
you going? "

"To somewhere. I don't know. I'm just walking here. " Jack said a little
more confused.

The situation began to feel dangerous. I had to make sure the mystery boy
didn't come as long as Jack was present. I had a cell phone in my hand, so
I quickly texted the boy:

«Don't come yet. There is a little situation here. My son showed
up. You will probably see us if you are already coming. Come only a short
time after my he leaves.

I pressed the - send button and the message left. At the same time, Jack's
phone beeped. Jack took his phone and read the message. Then he looked at
me with his mouth open eyes wide open. I understood the situation at the
same moment as my son did. He sat next to me.

"Daddy." He sighed in a quiet voice full of amazement.

"Jack." I answered. "Big Boy?"

We were quiet for a long time. We sat side by side and stared at our
shoes. Then Jack asked:

"What happens next, Dad?"

"Good Christ! I do not know. This is extremely embarrassing, isn't it? I
didn't know you were.. you... or I mean ... "

"Neither do I, Dad. Why did this happen? Are you... ?"

"A pedophile? I'm not, I know what you mean. I'm not. I've never done this
before, but you were smart and got me excited. Don't be embarrassed, I
don't blame you for anything, we're both equally guilty here. "

"I guess so." My son sighed.

We sat again for a long time without saying a word.

"Would you have been..? as you wrote, ready for that?" I asked.

"I probably would. I don't know. Perhaps. And you?"

"Probably me too, I guess I can't deny it. Now it all feels completely
crazy."

"If I had been the person you were waiting for, what do you think would
have happened?" Jack asked.

"I don't know. If the situation had progressed naturally and smoothly, I
would probably have wanted what I wrote about. " I answered.

"Me too."

Jack leaned forward and spun his right running shoe in the sand, redrawing
the eight to it over and over again.  I looked at him and noticed that when
the worst fear had passed, he looked disappointed and depressed. I laid my
hand on his back and stroked it to comfort him. He was wearing a purple
T-shirt and loose Nike running pants. The hem of the shirt was on top of
the pants, and when he bent over it rose so high that his lower back was
left bare. I looked at it and wondered what I was missing when the
situation turned out to be like this.

First, I patted my son on the shoulder. Then I stroked his back, comforting
him. It felt strange to be a comforter in a situation like this. I mean, to
comfort my own child because he didn't get the sex he wanted. But I moved
my hand lower. I had an irresistible urge to touch his skin. I pressed my
hand against his bare lower back and made a slow spinning motion on it. His
skin felt soft, and I could feel the joints in his spine against my
fingers. I encouraged and raised my hand higher under his shirt. The hem of
the shirt was against my elbow, and I pressed his shoulder under the
shirt. He leaned on me.

I moved my hand lower. Now that the boy was leaning on me, I reached out to
touch more of his body. I moved my hand first to his side and from there
slowly towards his stomach. I caressed his warm and soft stomach and headed
higher. I squeezed his chest. It had nothing but skin and a stiff little
nipple. I looked around, but no one paid any attention to us, I kissed his
short hair.

It occurred to me that Jack had written he would have wanted his father to
be more interested in him sexually. Now I tried to make him feel like I
really was. Jack first lowered his hand to my thigh and then moved it a
little higher. My cock was rock hard on my trouser leg as he touched it
through the cloth. He squeezed it.

"Are you thinking the same as I am?" I asked.

"Yes, Dad. Or I hope so. "

"I was wondering if your sister is at home?"

"She went to town with her friends."

"Mom isn't there either. Do you want us to go home?"

"Yes."