Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2022 11:41:43 +0200 From: Gareth Johnson Subject: I Want You To Meet My Son: Chapter 8 I Want You To Meet My Son Chapter 8 "So, when do you think you could start?" asked Doug, concluding negotiations with the builders that he was contracting to help install some new decking and a hot-tub in the backyard. "We could start on Saturday, if that works for you?" replied Piotr, the foreman of the crew. "It's a fairly straightforward job, and it will be myself and two of my guys on site. We should get it all done in one day." "That would be perfect..." agreed Doug. "When Father Murphy recommended you, he said that you were efficient. I'm looking forward to seeing your work." As agreed, first thing on Saturday morning, Piotr and his crew arrived at Doug's house to begin work on the hot-tub. "These are my apprentices, Viktor and Lukas..." introduced Piotr, nodding towards the two teens that were busy carrying in the tools and equipment that would be needed on the job. "They're good-looking lads..." admired Doug - he guessed that they were probably 18 or 19 years old. "I'm old enough to be their father..." shrugged Piotr. "But they're good guys - I'm enjoying showing them the ropes." "Freddy!" shouted Doug, directing his voice up towards his son's bedroom. "Come down and meet the builders - they're going to be working here today." In a few moments, Freddy came down the stairs to where Doug was chatting with Piotr. The two apprentices were still busy getting everything set up - Doug had made Piotr a mug of tea and they were sitting at the kitchen bench. "Hey, kiddo..." smiled Doug, scooping Freddy up and holding him in his lap. "You didn't think to put a t-shirt on? These old soccer shorts are barely respectable. Anyway, Piotr - this is my son, Freddy." "Nice to meet you, Freddy..." greeted Piotr. "I don't blame you for not putting a t-shirt on, it's going to be a hot day. I know that my two boys will be stripping off as soon as they can." "Will they work naked?" asked Freddy, squirming in Doug's lap. "Not naked..." laughed Piotr. "There's probably some health and safety rules about that. But they like to take their shirts off and show off the results of all the hours they're spending in the gym." "I like to be naked..." said Freddy, giggling and squirming as Doug tickled him and tweaked his nipples. "That's enough..." admonished Doug, with mock sternness. "If you keep misbehaving, I'll have to spank that cute butt of yours. Or maybe I'll get Piotr to spank it? Or maybe I'll get his two apprentices to spank it?" "Will they be naked?" giggled Freddy. "Go and have a shower!" instructed Doug, letting Freddy slide off his lap so that he could head back upstairs to his bedroom. "You've got your hands full with that one..." smiled Piotr, as he watched Freddy walking up the stairs. "You've got no idea..." laughed Doug. "He seemed to like the idea of being spanked?" observed Piotr. "I've really never spanked him..." shrugged Doug. "He's a good kid. I just like to tease him a bit. Maybe I should give it a try one day." "Yeah..." nodded Piotr, trying to discreetly adjust his hard cock. "Could be fun - you know, to give it a try." "I don't think he'd take it seriously if I tried to spank him..." said Doug. "Maybe it would work better if you spanked him?" "He certainly wouldn't be expecting that!" laughed Piotr. "He wouldn't know what's going on!" "Listen, I've actually got to head out for a little bit..." said Doug. "I've got some errands to run and I'll be gone for about an hour. Freddy will just be in his room - playing games or whatever." "Right..." nodded Piotr. "So, if you wanted to help pull this prank on Freddy, this could be a good time to do it?" suggested Doug. "For real?" asked Piotr. "Are you serious about me pretending to spank your son?" "Well, it's up to you whether or not you pretend to do it or actually do it..." winked Doug. "You'd have to at least give him a taste of your hand so that he believes that you mean business." "Yeah, but I couldn't actually hit him, could I?" asked Piotr, the uncertainty on his face reflecting his confusion as he tried to figure out exactly what Doug was suggesting. "You have to at least put some red hand-prints on the kid's white ass..." said Doug. "You're going to have to pull his shorts down and warm his ass up with a few good slaps." "Are you for real?" asked Piotr, still unsure. "You want me to put your son over my knee, take his shorts down, and spank his ass?" "Uh huh..." nodded Doug. "Could be fun, right?" "Um, yeah..." nodded Piotr. "Yeah - could be a laugh." "You're going to have to send me some proof..." said Doug. "If I get back and his ass isn't red, then how will I know if you've actually done it?" "Um, I could send you a photo or a video?" suggested Piotr. "Yeah, that would be perfect..." winked Doug. "Film yourself spanking my boy. That will teach him for coming down here in nothing but his silky soccer shorts. I think a spanking is just what he needs." "Fuck..." mumbled Piotr. "Alright, I'll leave you to it..." said Doug, grabbing his car keys. "I'll be back in about an hour." Doug smiled to himself as he left Piotr alone in the house with Freddy, his cock was fimly chubbing at the thought of the builder wrestling with his conscience and the apparent permission that Doug had given him to go into Freddy's room and spank the boy. But Doug was convinced that Father Murphy's tip-off had been spot-on - being able to spank Freddy's cute smooth ass was probably just the tip of Piotr's desires. It was a short drive to the soccer club's club-house - the soccer club where Freddy and his classmates from school all played. "Hey, Coach - got a second?" asked Doug, knocking politely as he opened the door to the Coach's office. "Sure, buddy - come on in..." greeted the Coach. "Oh, sorry - I didn't realise you were in the middle of something..." apologised Doug, seeing that the Coach had one of his squad on the massage table. "It's cool..." winked the Coach. "I'm just giving young Davey here a sports massage. I suggested that he would benefit from an extra training session this morning. I can multitask - we can chat while I give Davey's muscles a seeing to." "Who does Davey belong to?" asked Doug, not recognising the young soccer player that the coach was smearing massage oil onto. "He's just joined the team..." explained the Coach. "I wasn't sure about his father at first - couldn't get a read on him. But young Davey is showing some real potential so I think we're ready to test the waters a bit. Anyway, what did you want to see me about?" "I think we've got a bit of a problem..." said Doug. "What sort of a problem?" asked the Coach. "There's a new police officer in town..." began Doug. "A Sergeant Hastings. He seems to have taken a bit of an interest in us. He's paid me a visit and also Roxburgh. He said he's going after all the pervs in the neighbourhood." "I guess I should have seen this coming..." sighed the Coach, sliding Davey's jockstrap down and leaving the boy lying naked on the massage table. "What do you mean?" asked Doug, watching closely as the Coach applied more oil to Davey's ass and began massaging down into the kid's ass crack. "Do you know Hastings?" "Ungh..." moaned Davey, as the Coach pushed two greased-up fingers into his tight boy-hole. "Yeah, I know him pretty well..." nodded the Coach, working his fingers backwards and forwards as Davey squirmed with pleasure beneath him. At that moment, Doug's WhatsApp alerted him to a message received. It was a video, sent by Piotr the builder. "Holy fuck.." exclaimed Doug. "What have you got?" asked the Coach. Doug held the phone out so that the Coach could watch the video. It began with Piotr grinning at the camera, giving a thumbs up. The camera then panned around - Doug could see that it was Freddy's bedroom. Piotr positioned the camera on Freddy's desk, showing that Piotr was sitting on Freddy's bed and Freddy was bent over the builder's knees. "Ungh!" gasped Freddy, as Piotr landed the palm of his hand firmly on the boy's bare ass-cheek. "Who the fuck is that?" asked the Coach, as they watched Piotr repeatedly slap his hand down onto Freddy's ass, turning it pink with heat. "The builder who's installing the hot-tub at my place..." explained Doug. "You're such a fucking perv... laughed the Coach, whoring your son out to any randmom guy you come across. "It's not totally random..." said Doug. "Father Murphy gave me his name - seems that Piotr has been confessing some interesting fantasies. Anyway, it turns me on - watching guys cross those boundaries and give in to their desires. It really turns me on." "I can see that..." winked the Coach, looking at the prominent bulge that was evident in Doug's grey sweatpants. "Want to send a video of your own back to the builder?" "What sort of video?" asked Doug. "Well, we've got young Davey here..." said the Coach. "Hey, Davey - does your Daddy ever spank your butt?" "No, sir..." replied Davey, looking up at the Coach as the big man affectionately caressed the side of his face. "Some boys really like it..." smiled the Coach. "Freddy's Dad is going to practice his technique on you - if it makes you feel good, we might get your Daddy to have a go sometimes. Is that okay? "Uh huh..." nodded Davey, almost wiggling his smooth butt in anticipation. "Where do you want him?" asked the Coach, grinning at Doug. Doug sat in the Coach's chair and got comfortable while the Coach lifted Davey into position across Doug's lap. "Fuck, look at that peach..." growled Doug, rubbing the palm of his hand across Davey's smooth ass. "Go on, warm it up..." encouraged the Coach, using his phone to film the action. "Ungh..." grunted Davey, as the palm of Doug's hand made contact. "Yeah, that's it..." urged the Coach. "Give hiim some more - let him know who's in charge." "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" gasped Davey, as Doug began to repeatedly spank the boy's ass. "You've got it a nice pink colour now..." admired the Coach. "Enjoying yourself?" "Fuck yeah..." growled Doug. "I'm so fucking turned on!" "Is your butt sore, Davey?" asked the Coach, gently wiping away the tears that were beginning to fall down the boy's cheeks. "Uh huh..." nodded Davey. "Here - let me kiss it better for you..." said the Coach. The Coach leaned forward so that his mouth connected with Davey's boy-hole - kissing and licking and slurping. "Fuck you taste good, kid..." grinned the coach, emerging for air - he grabbed Davey's face and planted a big sloppy kiss on the boy's mouth - pushing his tongue inside, sharing the taste of boy-cunt. "Come up here, Davey-boy..." growled Doug, repositioning Davey so that the boy was sitting in his lap face-to-face. "Give me a taste of that mouth." Doug pushed his tongue between Davey's lips, kissing him deeply, passionately. While he was kissing the boy, Doug pushed down his grey sweatpants and released his thick cock, bouncing with hardness. Still filming every moment, the Coach moved in close and took hold of Doug's hard cock - helping to line it up against Davey's boy-hole. Davey's cunt was still greased up with the massage oil that the Coach had applied earlier. "Ungh..." grunted Davey, as the Coach guided his tight ass down onto Doug's hard cock. "Fuck that feels good..." growled Doug. "That builder is going to blow his load when he sees this." "Always thinking with our dicks..." winked the Coach. "No wonder it was pretty easy for Hastings to connect the dots - we're not being particularly discreet." "Wait, you didn't tell me how you know Sergeant Hastings... said Doug, still balls deep in Davey. "He's my nephew..." said the Coach, pinching Davey's nipples as the boy was being bounced up and down on Doug's thick cock. "What?" exclaimed Doug. "What do you mean? Your fucking nephew?" "Yeah..." nodded the Coach. "Steve Hastings. He's my sister's kid - lived with me after she died. I pretty much raised him." "You fucked him?" asked Doug. "You fucked your nephew - like I'm fucking young Davey?" "This is pretty vanilla compared to what I did to Steve..." replied the Coach. "I don't know, there was just something about Steve that really brought out the dark side in me. I guess that's why he's such a nasty fucker these days." "So, what does he want from us?" asked Doug. "Is this some kind of payback?" "I'm not really sure, to be honest..." admitted the Coach. "He hasn't been in touch with me since he moved into town. But the way he's picking you all off one by one, it's clear that he's sending some kind of message to me." "So, what should we do?" asked Doug. "I think we just have to play his game..." shrugged the Coach. "He's obviously not going to turn us into the cops or anything - he's just using that as leverage. He wants what we want. Just be wary of him - he's a bit unpredictable. But, I've got to admit, it's a total fucking turn-on - watching him fuck a boy." "He raped Freddy..." said Doug. "You watched him do it?" asked the Coach. "You watched Hastings rape your son? How did that make you feel?" "I've never been so fucking turned on..." growled Doug, slamming his cock in and out of Davey's stretched boy-cunt. "Ungh! Fuck! I'm going to cum. Fucking bent rapist cop fucking my son! Ungh! Fuck!" "That's fucking awesome..." grinned the Coach - zooming in for a closeup of Doug's cummy cock sliding in and out of Davey's well-fucked boy cunt. "I'm going to share this vid with the other guys - they all get off watching your thick cock stretching out a cute boy like Davey. Too bad we didn't get a vid of Hastings raping Freddy - that one would sell like hot-cakes!" Follow the author on Twitter @GTV_AfterDark