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The Father and Son Outing
By Paul S. Stevens, Hans Schreiber & Flip McHooter
"Hi, I'm Wes," my boyfriend boldly announced in greeting, surprising all of us.
He extended a friendly hand to Mr. Léger, our gracious host. "Thanks for having us over this weekend," Wes continued, employing his `good will' plan we had discussed earlier. "What should we call you? Sir, Father, Your Eminence, Your Grace, Monsignor? I know one thing you won't want us to call you... and that's late for dinner, right?"
We all stifled a giggle. Even Carey put his hand to his mouth, avoiding ridicule from his father.
"Delightful," Mr. Léger grunted as he spoke in a droll and sarcastic voice.
"This is Ruben," Wes said, pointing at him as he carried his things inside. Then he lowered his voice a bit as if to convey something in confidence. "He's with us today because his brother is in the hospital. They say, he's pretty bad off. Maybe you can say a little prayer or two for him since you probably have a direct line to the big man himself. That would be so great. He needs all the help he could get."
"Right...," Mr. Léger said with an aggravated tone.
By now, we were all inside and Mr. LéPecker stuck his head out the door to take a quick look around the neighborhood. He needed to be certain that no local busybodies had been looking this way and witness three strange boys enter his home unescorted. When he was satisfied that things appeared to be free from any prying eyes, he closed the door with confidence knowing that things were going according to plan without a hitch.
"Carey," his dad commanded. "Show our guests where your room is so they can get their things out of my doorway, I mean... get themselves settled up there."
"Yes sir," Carey said, snapping to attention. Then he impersonally turned to us and said, "Up here!"
He then turned his head toward the stairs and led us impersonally up to his room. He was cold and irritable and didn't lift a finger to help anyone move their things upstairs.
We all followed Carey up to his room and went inside. We set our belongings down in one corner of the room and then uncomfortably stood around, waiting to be welcomed.
"Hi, I'm Ruben," he said to Carey. "You're cute."
Ruben immediately turned red and almost swallowed his tongue.
"I mean... your room. It's cute... I mean, it's cool!" Ruben said, trying to recover from his blunder and failing miserably.
"Smooth save," Wes whispered to Ruben under his breath.
"Thanks for the complement," Carey softened. "A...bout my room, I mean."
"What school do you go to?" Ruben asked, quickly trying to change the subject.
I had no idea why, but Ruben was finding Carey strangely interesting and increasingly attractive. It didn't make sense since Carey wasn't giving any of us the time of day.
"Saint Mary's," he said. "My dad makes me go there."
"Oh, that school is expensive," Ruben babbled. "I know because, I wanted to go there, but my parents couldn't afford it. Your dad must really love you to put out the expense for you!"
"If you only knew," Carey coldly said.
Wes and I were fascinated as Ruben started coming alive, right in front of us. He immediately took a liking to Carey and started shamelessly flirting with him, acting interested in everything he said. I personally didn't understand it, but I didn't question it either.
"Are you a real altar boy?" Ruben asked. "I've never met a real altar boy before. You must be very devout to choose such a worthwhile endeavor."
"Actually, I'm not an altar boy at all," Carey confessed. "I'm just play acting. I'm an imposter. I'm a fake, a phony, a... fraud!"
With that, Carey started to pull off his one-piece altar boy uniform over his head as if he were stripping himself of his false persona. He threw his costume into the corner, symbolically landing on top of our belongings, looking all discarded and useless. We discovered that he was wearing nothing but a very tight, low rise pair of white briefs underneath. I don't know about Wes, or Ruben, but the sight of Carey, nearly naked in front of the three of us was so hot, I popped a totally inappropriate boner. As quick as a wink, Wes took advantage of Carey's impetuous move and slid off his shirt. I followed Wes's lead and took off my shirt as well.
Things were getting interesting, very quickly. Wes and I took a seat at the edge of Carey's bed and gave the two of them our complete attention. We kept as quiet as two church mice on Palm Sunday as we watched their relationship blossom, allowing Carey to open up, not just to Ruben, but to all three of us.
"What are you doing?" Ruben asked us, looking over at Wes and me. "Why did you take your shirts off?"
"Carey is pouring his heart out to you and he's practically naked," Wes explained. "He's our host, and we want him to feel comfortable in his own room. I don't want him to feel self-conscious because he's the only person in the room, stripping clean and revealing his true self to us."
"Oh, okay," Ruben said. "I think I understand what you're saying."
Ruben quietly toed off his sneakers and then removed his shirt and pants. As he stood next to Carey, he matched his near naked attire. They were both down to nothing but the same type of white socks and CK briefs. As Wes looked at both Carey and Ruben, he quickly flipped off his pants and joined the apparent underwear club.
"Come on Seth," Wes encouraged. "Get into the spirit, lose the pants, dude!"
"Are you all nuts?" I asked softly, lowering my voice to a weak whisper. "Carey's strict, religious dad is just downstairs. What if he comes up here and sees us all stripped down to our skivvies like this? He'll flip out!"
"Don't worry," Carey knowingly informed us. "He's not going to come up here right now."
"How can you know that for sure?" Ruben innocently asked.
With that question looming over his heavy heart, Carey's eyes welled up, and he suddenly broke down, literally falling to the floor in a heap of blubbering mass, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ruben, in his tenderhearted way, rushed to Carey's side and tenderly consoled him. Wes and I looked at each other, wondering what was going on. Not knowing what else to do, Ruben sat down on the floor opposite Carey to console him, getting down to his level. To my surprise, Carey threw his arms around Ruben and squeezed him with all his might, starving for Ruben's tender loving gesture.
I was bowled over. I didn't think there was a single loving bone in Carey's entire body, and here he was, falling for Ruben, reaching out for the first sign of any compassion. As Ruben tried to help Carey regain his composure, I took the chance and reluctantly removed my pants to join the others. I had gotten caught up in the moment and irrationally lowered my guard. Then, I sat back down next to Wes, confused as to what this was all about, other than being a clever way to get us all naked. I was a bit self-conscious from having popped the first boner in the room, but as I glanced over at Wes, sitting beside me, he too was sporting his famous Wesley sized erection. All four of us were down to our briefs now, showing obvious signs that we were all embarrassingly aroused. For me, watching Carey and Ruben embrace in that way was hot beyond words.
After a couple of minutes of crying and hugging, Carey released Ruben and started to regain his composure. As they moved apart, I noticed Carey was sporting a massive bulge that captured my imagination as well as Wes's, who then got transfixed by Ruben's considerable package. Having four guys be in the same room, all with visibly raging erections was a bit awkward, but not at all objectionable.
Once Carey regained enough control over himself, he started to explain his sudden outburst.
"I can't do it anymore," Carey confessed. "I won't do it. I have to make it stop. Somehow, I have to find a way."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "What's going on?"
I was totally in the dark about what was happening. I didn't know about the others, but I was completely clueless. It wasn't until Carey finally began to explain his predicament that I began to put all the pieces together in my mind.
"Sex games, damn it all to hell!" Carey said in an agitated state, rather reluctant to confess his involvement to us. "You're all here to be part of my dad's sex games. He's been making me do this with him for years. I hate it, I hate it, I Hate It!"
Ruben tenderly took Carey's hand into his and held it firmly, and then speaking with genuine concern, said, "If you're ready, you can tell us all about it Carey. Maybe we could help each other out. And don't worry, we won't judge you for what you're father has made you do in the past. We're all on your side. If you tell us the truth, the truth will set you free. You'll see, you'll feel so much better."
As a show of support and commonality, Wes and I got off the bed and joined Carey's and Ruben on the floor. We formed a tight `circle of solidarity' around Carey, helping him feel that we were on his side by making him feel as comfortable as we could.
"So, let's go back a minute," Wes said. "We've all compromised ourselves to show you we're with you. So, how do you know your dad won't come up here right now and catch us like this?"
"Because, that's how the game works," Carey revealed as he heaved in a deep breath before he continued. "He sends us all up here to wait like we've been doing so far. Then it's my job to get everybody relaxed and comfortable. In a couple of minutes, my dad is going to call up from downstairs and tell us that he's going to be gone for a couple of hours. Then he makes a lot of noise leaving. Once I get his guests all relaxed and out of their clothes, I'm supposed to entice everyone to get aroused by getting some mutual blowjobs started. That's when I'm supposed to get things going hot and heavy up here, getting everybody sucking each other, all horny and shit. In about a half an hour, when we're all in the middle of our hot suck-off, expecting to have another hour and a half left to play around, he quietly comes home, silently climbs the stairs and surprises us, catching us naked and sucking away. In his priest outfit, he recites a few bible passages and convinces everyone that they have to suck him off as a penance if they were to be forgiven and allowed into the kingdom of heaven."
"Does that really work?" Ruben asked.
"He's been doing it that way for years," Carey informed us. "He knows just what to say and how to act to make everyone believe he's the authority on the subject, and they have to do what he says or they'll all go to hell. For years, he's forced me to bring all my friends here, a few at a time. Then he plays his game on them until he's had his fill, getting off numerous times at my expense. I've lost all my friends over the years. There's no stopping him. No one has ever gotten any hard proof to make their accusations stick. No one wants to have anything to do with me anymore and now, I spend all my time alone. All I can do now is act mean and nasty to prevent anyone from liking me. I don't dare make any new friends because Dad will eventually make me bring them home to him. Now that I have no friends, I've run out of boys my age to lure here into my dad's little boy trap. It's one of the only things left that I could do to make it harder for my dad to continue doing this to any other friends and acquaintances. That's why you're here today. The fact that Ruben is here is no big deal to my dad. It's just a happy bonus to him. He's planning on using all four of us, all weekend long, to make up for all the boys he's missed out on since I've stopped bringing new blood home for him to get off on, and he's going to use you to get off on as many times as he can to make up for his dry spell."
"Carey!" his dad yelled up from downstairs, right on cue. "I need to go to the grocery store and buy some more food since we have an extra guest with us. I'll be a couple of hours. Are you guys going to be okay until then?"
"Sure Dad," Carey yelled back downstairs to him, giving the appropriate response that his dad was expecting so he could proceed as planned.
"Okay, I'm leaving now," Carey's dad announced. "You boys behave yourselves now. See you in about two hours!"
Carey's Dad loudly rattled around downstairs for a minute and then slammed the front door, letting us clearly hear that he had left so we could drop our guard and be properly prepared for the games.
His dad did exactly what Carey said he would do, and right on time too, confirming Carey's unbelievable story. Carey was so accurate that a chill ran down my spine. I'm not sure why, but I was convinced that he was telling us the truth. Suddenly, I was struck by a wave of fear that seemed to paralyze me where I sat.
"Why are you telling us this?" I asked. "What are we going to do now? We've already been lured here and set up?"
"I didn't lure you up here and set you up!" Carey said, sounding hurt that I didn't believe him.
"We're up here aren't we?" I argued. "We're all nearly naked aren't we?"
"I want this all to end, but I can't do it all by myself," Carey said. "It means I'd have to defy my father and I just can't do that alone. I like you, Seth. I like you a lot! I tried to make you hate me like everyone else does. I had hoped I could spare you from Dad's boy trap, but I couldn't protect you. On the day we first met, I was supposed to make friends with you and reel you in, but when I failed on purpose, Dad went through your mom to invent this weekend intervention to trap you and Wes for three long days of abuse. It wasn't up to me anymore. He bypassed me completely. After that, there was nothing I could do!"
"Oh my God," I said, stunned and paralyzed.
"Ruben," Carey continued. "I'm so sorry you got roped into this. I don't want to lose three, possible new friends before I even get a chance to make them. You're the first three guys I've wanted to make friends with in a long time."
"Well, thank you, Carey," Ruben said. "I'm glad we're making friends right now, even though we're in major big-time trouble."
"Yeah, I agree," Wes said.
"And Wes," Carey continued. "I feel especially bad for you. My dad will probably be particularly rough with you. He's been known to fuck the life out of the ones who confront him. You're his favorite type of boy, all bossy, sassy and sexy. He'll really get off trying to break you. I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help you."
"You think I'm sexy?" Wes blushed.
"Dude, focus," I snapped at Wes. "We're in big trouble here and all you can think about is your dick?"
"Sorry," Wes pleaded.
"No, Wes," I apologized. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't get mad at you for being who you are. That's one of the things I love about you. Nothing scares you."
"I hate to burst your bubble, Seth," Wes admitted. "But I'm very scared right now. We've basically been told that we are about to get thrown to the big bad wolf."
"Well then," I said. "Like I asked a minute ago, what are we going to do?"
"We could run away," Ruben said. "Leave right now while he's still gone."
"No, everyone would be worried about us then," I said.
"We could call our dads and tell them what Carey's dad is planning to do to us so they could come and pick us up," Wes said.
"And tell them what?" I asked. "That the big, bad man was going to molest us pretty young boys? He hasn't done anything yet, and without proof, we've got nothing. They'll just say that our imaginations are running wild and to behave ourselves. Besides, that won't help Carey get out of his predicament, and will probably even make it worse. Whatever we do, we'll have to make sure we get some concrete proof first. If we're going to do something, we all have to agree on it together and formulate a solid plan."
"I think I've got just the thing," Wes exclaimed. "Just before he gets back, we'll hide our cell phones around the room. We'll set them up to record live video and catch the bastard in the act. Sorry Carey."
"Don't be sorry," Carey said. "He is a bastard. I'm with you. Let's do this!"
"Videoing what happens with our hidden phones is a great idea," I said. "But we'll still have to endure whatever Carey's dad has in store for us. I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't want to have to suck that old man's dick, under any circumstances and the lord only knows what else he'll make us do. Besides, I won't let anyone fuck with my boyfriend. Wes's ass belongs to me! If he tries to rape any of us, I'll kill him."
"And I'll help you," Ruben vowed.
"Would you really kill someone to protect me?" Wes asked.
"Remember what our dad's told us?" I reminded Wes. "They told us to watch out for each other and have each other's backs! I'd say that qualifies."
"Wow, I love you, Seth!" Wes sighed as he leaned in to kiss me.
"I love you too, Wes," I stated. "But we don't have time for that right now. How are we going to get our proof, and still prevent Carey's dad from getting his hands on us"?
"I know," Wes said. "We'll video everything up to the very last moment before he gets his hands on any of us. When that happens, we'll all race to our phones and send our videos to our parent's or someone we trust. Once we hit the send button, there will be no way to stop it, and there will be nothing he can do or say that could bring those videos back."
"Isn't that going to be dangerous?" Ruben asked.
"Sure," Wes answered. "But I think it will be worth the risk!"
We all looked at each other for a moment as everything we just said to each other sunk in.
"As I said before, let's do it!" Carey firmly said, sounding much more resolute this time. "I'll do what I can to protect you by forcing my dad to make me go first. He usually does that anyway to convince the rest of you that it's for real and you had better do the same. I'm a little worried though. Sometimes, someone in the party will turn my dad's head a little more than the others, and he'll make that person go first. I've heard my dad talk about you a lot Wes. He's been working himself up, more and more, each time he talks about you. His investigator guy got him started by reporting to him how strong willed you are and what a troublemaker you've been. He's even taken pictures of you at school and even somehow got a hold of a naked selfie of you. The way you introduced yourself to him downstairs may very well have sealed your fate. If that's the case, I'll do everything I can for you. But you'll have to remember, for what it's worth, that's my dad, so there's only so much I can do. So, you're plan had better work."
Ruben, Wes and I got up off the floor and retrieved our cell phones from our belongings and took a minute to set them up to record live video.
Then, we chose who we wanted to send our videos to. I programmed my phone to send my video to my mom and dad both. I didn't like the idea of my mom watching me have sex on video. Of course my dad has seen me naked and knows I'm sexually active with Wes. Mom, on the other hand, is a different story. Even so, I had to put my worries aside. We were in a serious situation, and they both needed to see what was about to transpire with this man that my mom put all her faith in.
Wes programmed his phone to send his video to his dad only. Since he and his dad were practicing naturists, being naked was no big deal to either of them and like my dad, his dad was aware of Wes's sexual nature.
As for Ruben, the only person who knew his secret was his older brother, so he programmed his phone to send his video to Russell's phone. Since Russell was in the hospital at the moment, it would be safe from his mom and dad's eyes and would be there waiting for him, if and when he needed it.
Once all of the programming was done, we each chose a spot to inconspicuously hide our cell phones, keeping in mind that we needed the cameras in our phones to be pointed to where we thought the action was going to take place.
I put my phone on Carey's dresser, camouflaging it with the objects and junk that was already piled there. A casual look at his dresser confirmed that it was essentially hidden.
Wes put his phone on Carey's bookshelf, using his books and videos to blend his phone into the background.
Ruben selected our belongings that we had piled in the corner to hide his phone in. It was an indistinguishable pile of stuff that consisted of our sleeping bags and personal belongings as well as Carey's discarded altar boy robe. Ruben had no trouble using the pile to obscure his camera angle from detection.
"How much time do we have left?" Wes asked Carey.
"He should be back anytime now," Carey revealed.
"We have to make this look convincing," Ruben said. "We'll have to get naked and really be doing what he'll be expecting us to be doing. Otherwise, it might tip him off that something is not right here."
"We need to keep calm and together, right up to the point that he gets physically involved with one of us," Wes said.
"What usually happens first, Carey?" I asked.
"He'll come in and surprise us first, making us feel like we've been caught doing the unthinkable, paralyzing us into statues." Carey explained. "He'll act like the devil has possessed all of us and he'll then make us huddle together as he scolds us and cites scripture as if he's doing an exorcism, throwing fake holy water on us as he professed. Then, he'll convince us that the only way we could ever be forgiven, was to suck him off and do as he says. That's when he gets naked himself and starts getting involved."
"Are you okay with going first Carey?" Ruben said with worry.
"Yeah," Carey revealed. "I don't mind it so much. I've been doing it for years. I'm used to it now. Especially now that I know that it might be the last time I ever have to do it. It's you guys I'm worried about. I hope all goes well. I wish I could do more to protect you."
"You've done more than protect us," Wes said.
"By alerting us to what's about to happen, we
are now forearmed, and we have a solid plan to make sure that this doesn't
happen to you or anyone else, ever again."
"What if he grabs you and takes your cell phones away from you guys?" Carey asked, being genuinely concerned.
"For one thing, he won't know we've been videoing him or where our phones are hidden," I began. "Then, when we've got all the proof we need, we'll signal each other, and all three of us will go for our phones at the same time. He can't stop all three of us at the same time. All we have to do is hit the `send' button on our phones and our videos will get instantly sent to our contacts. Even if he manages to stop one of us, the rest of us will still get our video through. So, in seconds, it will be too late for him."
"So, what do we do then?" Carey wondered.
"How about we overpower him, conk him on the head and tie him up?" Ruben laughed, being only partly serious.
"No, Ruben. You see, that's the beauty part," I said. "We won't have to do anything. Once our videos are delivered, the very first person to watch it will certainly spring into action, getting everyone else involved."
"What about my dad?" Carey asked.
"Once we explain to him what we'd done, he'll be too busy thinking about what he's going to do to save his own ass," Wes said, taking great delight in answering for me as he almost looked like he was anxious to get started.
"Okay then," Ruben said. "Let's get naked and start the videos!"
"Before we do that, let's say something into our cameras that will detail what's about to happen," I suggested. "We'll explain how we devised a plan that was meant to expose Mr. Gordon Léger's true intensions for having us over this weekend and then warn them how explicit the video might get."
"Ah, that's taking all the fun out of it," Wes joked.
"You think this is fun, you fool?" Carey growled.
"Don't pay any attention to him," I said in Wes's defense. "When Wes gets scared, he hides behind humor. I'll agree, it's in bad taste, but he doesn't mean anything by it!"
"Is that true," Carey asked Wes. "Are you scared right now?"
"Scared as a black cat on Halloween," Wes confessed. "How about you?"
"I'm about to defy my own father and get him into a world of trouble," Carey answered with an apparent trembling in his voice. "How do you think I'm feeling?"
"Let's not get mad over who might, or might not be scared right now. I know beyond any doubt that all four of us scared out of our minds!" I stated.
"And how would you know that for sure?" Ruben questioned.
"Because, being scared makes our bodies release adrenaline, and adrenaline makes our cocks rock hard, and all four of us are boned beyond words," I said, observing the obvious.
That seemed to silence everyone as we all looked at each other's bulges, agreeing I was right.
As we tried to settle down, we each recorded a short introduction to our video that unintentionally showed how rattled we were. As I watched Wes, and then Ruben record their intros, a series of chills ran up and down my spine. It wasn't until that moment that the danger of what was about to happen to us finally sank in and hit me like a ton of bricks.
Our plan had now been formulated and it was now time to put that plan into action.
After everything we've all been through recently, none of us were at all shy about stripping naked and doing a suckfest that was real and convincing enough for us to beat Carey's dad at his own game.
All we had to do now was slip off our CK's to be totally naked. Once we had all stripped down, we activated the video mode in our phones, adjusted the camera angles one more time, checked the programmed numbers, and got down onto the floor. Wes and I got started on a sixty-nine, and Carey and Ruben followed our lead. I felt an extra large dose of adrenaline shoot through my body as my heart rate nearly doubled.
I got excited because, we were videoing ourselves, which was something I'd never done before. I knew that the resulting video we were making was going to be seen by our loved ones, and once it was done, there was no turning back. I had to take comfort in knowing that, what we were doing was going to help Carey and stop Gordon Léger from ever doing this kind of thing to any more boys like us in the future.
I also got excited because, I was finally seeing Carey naked, which was something I'd fantasized about since we'd met. My boner got extra hard because, I was watching Carey and my long-time friend, Ruben, sixty-nine together. That was something that I had never even fantasized about, and here they were, doing it for real, right in front of me. Even though we were in a volatile situation, they were totally enjoying themselves. They looked like they'd been jack buddies for years. They were so hot that I couldn't keep my eyes off of them as I bore down on Wes's cock. I was beginning to forget about our impending disaster as we all got into our mutual double sixty-nine.
Then I heard a small sound come from downstairs.
I got exceptionally excited because, none of us fully realized the mortal danger we were about to encounter. I got scared, because we didn't really have enough time to plan our strategy all that well and I was becoming worried that our plan might not work as intended. Now that I thought about it, it was a dumb plan that had little chance of success and I was losing confidence. We forgot to discuss the subject of the signal that we were to use that would make us all race for our phones. It was essential that we all make that move together or get thwarted. My heart was still rapidly pounding as I sucked Wes' cock. I could feel Wes's heart pounding as it made his cock thump in my mouth. I had no doubt that Ruben and Carey were feeling the same way that we were, and Carey must have been even more terrified as he was about to defy his own father for the first time in his life.
Then I began to worry that Carey might chicken out at the last minute and double-cross us, deciding to throw us to the wolves. Then what? My body released another hefty dose of adrenaline as I faintly heard Carey's dad approach in a stealth-like manner. Then he burst into the room. With a fierce sense of fire and brimstone, he spoke in a deep resonating voice, purposely shouting out in an effort to startle us to the core.
"With All That Is Holy, What In Gods Name Is Going On In Here?" he thundered.
Being forewarned that Mr. Léger was going to surprise us didn't stop my heart from leaping out of my chest. His bolstering presence filled the room with his ominous persona as if the almighty himself had just walked in. We all stopped what we were doing and sprang to attention, sitting up into a quivering huddle like whimpering puppies. I couldn't believe it, but he had all four of us petrified beyond measure. Even though we had been preparing for this moment, all four of us had somehow fallen under his spell and had become totally immobilized!
End of Chapter #14
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