Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2022 16:10:39 +0700 From: Gareth Johnson Subject: Educating Xavier - Chapter 7 CHAPTER 7 "Thanks for coming out at such short notice, Tom..." greeted the man waiting on the tarmac as Tom stepped down from the small plane. "It's no problem, Brandon..." smiled Tom, shaking the man's hand. "That's what I'm here for. I'm pleased to be able to get out on site and see your operation in action. How's business?" "I'll fill you in on the drive into town..." said Brandon, grabbing Tom's luggage and loading it into the boot of the car. Brandon Hoyt was the operations manager for a major mining project. Tom's firm was providing consultancy services to the project - Tom was the firm's main contact for the relationship with Brandon. "Is everything okay, buddy?" asked Tom, as Brandon drove them from the airfield back into the small town that had been built to house the mine's personnel. "It's a bit complicated..." sighed Brandon. "It's kind of personal - that's why I couldn't give you much information on the phone. I just thought it would be easier if you came out here in person." "Sure, no problem..." nodded Tom. "Is it some sort of personnel issue?" "Yeah, something like that..." confirmed Brandon. "Did I tell you that I've got my son, Justin, out here staying with me for a while?" "I thought he was with your ex-wife?" said Tom. "Isn't he still at school?" "Yeah - his mother is getting remarried and asked if he could come and live with me for a bit..." explained Brandon. "He's keeping up with his schoolwork with online lessons." "That's good, isn't it?" asked Tom. "Yeah - totally..." nodded Brandon. "It's good to be able to spend some time with the kid. I'm just worried that maybe this isn't the right kind of environment for him. You know, that maybe he's going off the rails a bit." "I know what that feels like..." said Tom. "I've got a son of my own - I think they're about the same age? But, it sounds a bit like you need some family counselling or something - I'm not quite sure yet why you've brought me out here. What has this got to do with the project?" "You asked if it was a personnel issue - well, it kind of is..." said Brandon. "It's a bit embarrassing - I'm not quite sure how to explain it all." "How about we start at the beginning?" suggested Tom. "There's no need to be embarrassed about anything - I'm here to help. Just tell me what's going on." "It all started a few days after Justin arrived..." began Brandon. "I'm obviously loving having him here, but there's a lot going on with work so he's by himself a fair bit. He seems okay with that - he's a pretty independent kind of kid." "So far so good..." nodded Tom. "I came home unexpectedly for lunch one day..." continued Brandon. "I thought I'd surprise Justin. Well, I definitely surprised him - he was having sex on the kitchen table." "Oh, right..." nodded Tom. "Not quite the surprise lunch you were expecting. But, young guys get horny, right? I guess we've got to expect that our boys are eventually going to want to do more than just jack off?" "I know..." nodded Brandon. "Realising that your son is old enough to be having sex is a lot to process, but it wasn't just that - it was who he was having sex with. It was my foreman, Frank." "Oh, I see..." said Tom. "When you say that they were having sex, what exactly did you see?" "Frank was fucking Justin..." sighed Brandon. "Justin was face down on the kitchen table and Frank was behind him - fucking him." "Right..." nodded Tom. "What happened when you walked in? Do you think that Frank was forcing Justin to have sex?" "I just kind of froze..." replied Brandon. "I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing in front of me. I've known Frank for years - we've always worked together. We're about the same age. We're both divorced. He's got a son about the same age as Justin. I kind of think of us as brothers. I was standing there, frozen in shock - Frank was looking at me, stunned, sort of like a rabbit in the headlines. Then, Justin said - Don't stop, keep fucking me." "Justin said that?" asked Tom. "Uh huh..." nodded Brandon. "Justin told Frank - Don't stop, keep fucking me - and that's what Frank did. He kept fucking my son while I was standing there watching. He kept fucking him until he blew his load into my son's ass." "So, you want me to fire Frank?" asked Tom. "No, not exactly..." said Brandon. "I think I've screwed things up here. I think you need to fire me." "What are you talking about, buddy?" asked Tom. "From what you've told me so far, it just seems like you're trying to do your best in a complicated situation." "Yeah, but I haven't told you everything..." admitted Brandon. "I was so shocked by what I'd seen when I walked in on Frank fucking my son that I just stormed off and went for a drive. Eventually, I calmed down a bit and came back to the house. I found Justin in his bedroom and told him that we needed to talk." "That sounds exactly right..." nodded Tom. "Justin made it clear that Frank hadn't forced him to do anything..." continued Brandon. "More than that, Justin said that it was him that had seduced Frank. But it turns out that Frank wasn't the first guy that he'd had sex with. Fuck, Frank wasn't even the first guy on my crew that he'd had sex with." "Oh, I see..." nodded Tom. "I tried to explain to Justin why that made things really awkward for me..." continued Brandon. "But he just shrugged his shoulders and said that there wasn't anything else for him to do out here, and he needed to get dicked-down on a regular basis." "He said that he needed to be dicked-down?" asked Tom. "Jesus, who is teaching these young guys about sex! When I was his age, I was only just getting to grips with jacking-off." "I know!" nodded Brandon. "Same for me. Anyway, I guess Justin is a bit ahead of the game. But that's not where it ended - Justin asked me to help him." "Help him?" asked Tom. "What do you mean?" "He asked for my help to hook him up with some of the other guys on my crew..." explained Brandon. "Obviously you said no..." assumed Tom. "Actually, I agreed to help him..." admitted Brandon. "I love my son. I figured that I could try and look out for him a bit if I showed him that I was on his side and he didn't have to go behind my back to hook up with guys." "What exactly does that involve?" asked Tom. "I've invited some of the guys over for a poker game..." explained Brandon. "It's tonight." "Tonight?" exclaimed Tom. "I was kind of thinking that if you were here, you could document anything you needed for official reports..." added Brandon. "That way, after tonight, you can organise the termination of my contract and then I can take Justin back home and not have all the complications of running this operation." "I guess I can kind of see the logic..." admitted Tom. "But it's a pretty fucked-up situation. You're effectively planning on pimping your own son out at a poker game?" "It doesn't sound great when you say it like that..." sighed Brandon. "But this is Justin's idea. I'm not forcing him to do anything that he doesn't want to do. These guys would end up fucking him one way or the other, I'm just making sure that he's not putting himself at risk in any way." "Fair enough..." shrugged Tom. "Drop me at the hotel and I'll get the paperwork started. "Do you want to just come and meet me tomorrow after the poker game?" "I think you need to come tonight and play a few hands of poker..." suggested Brandon. "I have no interest in fucking your son!" exclaimed Tom. "I'm not saying that..." said Brandon. "It's just so that when it all goes down, I can explain to Justin that you made a report about me and that's why the contract was terminated. I just need to be able to explain it to the kid that it's not his fault in any way. Please, as a favour to me?" "Fuck, Brandon..." sighed Tom. "You're not asking much, are you! I just can't be implicated in any way in you pimping out your son! I don't want to see him being fucked by these guys." "Of course, don't worry about that..." nodded Brandon. "It's not like they're going to be fucking him on the poker table or anything." Brandon dropped Tom at the hotel to freshen up. At the appointed time, against his better judgement, Tom made his way over to Brandon's house where the poker game was being held. "Come on in..." said Brandon, opening the door to Tom. "Everyone's here. This is Henrik, Phil, and Antonio. And this is my son, Justin." "Evening..." said Tom, nodding at the guys seated around the poker table. "Good to meet you, Justin." "Can I get you a drink?" offered Brandon. "Yeah, I'll definitely need a drink..." confirmed Tom. "Bourbon, with a bit of ice, please." Tom took his seat at the poker table. He really wasn't sure what Brandon was expecting to happen during the card game, or what he was expected to do. He'd resolved to make an appearance but was prepared to leave if things got inappropriate or if he felt uncomfortable at all. Brandon pushed on with the card game - making sure that everyone had betting chips and dealing out cards. Tom tried to concentrate on his cards, it had been a while since he'd played poker. Tom noticed that Justin wasn't sitting at the table - now that the game was underway, Justin seemed to be hanging out in his bedroom, appearing occasionally to get drinks for the guys. In the middle of a hand, Tom noticed that Justin had changed out of the jeans and t-shirt that he'd been wearing when Tom had arrived. Justin was wearing a tight pair of jogging shorts and a tank-top. "How's everyone's drinks going?" asked Justin, approaching the table. Justin stood next to his father while taking the drinks orders, Tom noticed that Brandon's hand was resting on Justin's butt, gently rubbing the palm of his hand across the silky fabric. Tom tried to keep his focus on his cards, but his eyes followed Justin as he went to the kitchen to get the drinks. As he leaned forward to get the drinks from the fridge, Tom could see the boy's tight running shorts exposing more and more of his smooth ass. It was pretty clear that Justin wasn't wearing any underwear under the shorts. Realising that he had been looking at Justin a little too long, Tom returned his attention to the game, but Brandon caught his eye and winked. Tom could feel himself blushing. "Thanks, kiddo..." smiled Brandon, as Justin brought the drinks back to the table. "Do you want to come and sit with us a bit?" "Sure, in a bit..." nodded Justin. "I'm just trying on some of the new sports kit that you bought for me." "Does it all fit okay?" asked Brandon. "I think so..." nodded Justin. "I'll just try the last couple of things on and then I'll come out and join you." A few minutes later, Justin returned from his bedroom. Tom choked on his drink when he saw that Justin was wearing just a jockstrap. "This one is my favourite!" announced Justin, ensuring that all eyes were on him. "That looks like it fits perfectly..." smiled Brandon. "Why don't you come and sit with me for a bit - I feel like I've got a winning hand." Justin happily slid into Brandon's lap, and the big man wrapped his arms around his son while the card game continued. Tom was finding it impossible to concentrate. He didn't know what Brandon was playing at but he could feel that the sexual tension in the room had been dialled up now that Justin was sitting in his father's lap and wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The card game continued, but Tom could tell that the other guys were just as distracted as he was. On one hand, Brandon seemed almost oblivious that everyone's attention was on Justin, but Tom noticed that Brandon's hands were absent-mindedly stroking Justin's chest and Justin was practically squirming with pleasure in his father's lap. "Looks like you've got a lucky charm?" suggested Henrik, as Brandon won the hand and scooped the pot of money towards him. "You mean young Justin here?" grinned Brandon, playfully tweaking one of his son's nipples. "Absolutely, he's definitely my lucky charm. Did you want to borrow him for a bit? See if he can help turn around your losing streak?" "Um, sure..." nodded Henrik. "Go on sport..." winked Brandon, helping Justin to slide down off his lap. "Go and sit on Henrik for a bit and see if you can help him win back some of the money he's lost." Tom noticed that Brandon gave Justin an affectionate pat on his smooth butt as the boy happily shifted across to where Henrik was sitting. "Do we all get a turn?" asked Phil. "Well, I guess that's up to Justin..." shrugged Brandon. "Do you need a lucky charm as well?" "Definitely..." nodded Phil. "Me too..." added Antonio. "I'll swap places after each hand..." suggested Justin. "That way it keeps it fair for everyone." While they continued to go through the motions of playing poker, it was clear that everyone was more interested in Justin than the cards in their hands. Tom could see that Henrik's hands were all over Justin's body and Justin was squirming with pleasure. After a few minutes, Henrik put his cards down on the table and turned the boy's head so he could kiss Justin. Tom turned to see how Brandon would react but Brandon just winked at Tom, seemingly unfazed by what was unfolding at the poker table. Justin swivelled around so that he was now facing Henrik - their mouths locked together, Henrik's hands all over Justin's body, kneading the boy's smooth ass. "Fucking hell..." growled Phil, grabbing his crotch. "Holy fuck, Brandon..." said Antonio. "You said the boy was a whore, but I had no idea what a cock-slut he was. You've trained him well!" "What do you mean - trained?" asked Tom. "I haven't trained him..." smiled Brandon. "He's just got a natural talent. I'm just helping my boy get what he needs." "I should probably get going..." said Tom. "If you were going to leave, you would have already gone..." winked Brandon. "Justin, why don't you come and give Tom a look at your jockstrap?" Tom knew that he should get up and walk out, but he felt powerless to leave as he watched Justin slide off Henrik's lap and walk around the table towards him. Justin straddled Tom so that they were face-to-face and pressed his body forward, bringing their mouths together for a deep, passionate kiss. Tom's head was spinning, overwhelmed by everything he was feeling as this young kid - the same age as his own son - was grinding his body against him as their tongues wrestled. Tom felt someone - maybe it was Brandon, maybe it was one of the other guys - positioning his hands onto Justin's exposed ass. Tom couldn't deny that it felt good, it felt right to be holding the boy's ass in his hands as they continued to make-out. "Looks like this party is getting started..." grinned Brandon. "How about we all get comfortable and get down to business? My cunt-boy of a son needs to be dicked-down and you all look ready to step up to the plate!" Follow the author on Twitter @GTV_AfterDark