Date: Mon, 05 Feb 2024 20:21:36 +0000 From: aintthatnifty Subject: Sleepover With Double Trouble -- 10 What you are about to read is a work of fiction involving teenagers and an adult male(s). It is a work of pure fantasy but if reading such material is illegal in your region, please do not read further. I welcome any comments you have after reading this story to aintthatnifty@proton.me. Note also that this is an ongoing series. If you have not read chapters 1 through 9, you will enjoy this latest chapter better if you are familiar with the earlier ones. Finally, please remember to support nifty. SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 10 "See you this evening Tom," my wife said as I kissed her goodbye for the day. "It'll be o.k.," she then said reassuringly. I sure hoped it would be o.k. after the trauma of the weekends disastrous scouting trip in the mountains of North Carolina. Myself and my three boys were very tired this morning, despite going to bed early last night. And, it didn't help that my eight year old Greg was coming down with a cold, no doubt from being exposed in the elements Saturday afternoon into Sunday, thanks to that horrible Todd Bowyer. "Dad!" "Yes son, what's wrong?" "Your car!" Out the door I went to my sons Tommy and Jeffrey who had their eyes fixated on my new Buick Le Sabre. "Oh no," I said as my wife gasped. FAGGOT had been scratched into the surface of the brand, new car. "Heavens to Betsy," Sheila said. "Who could have done such a terrible thing?" I already knew the answer. "I'll take it to the dealership after I meet with Pastor Bob. Come on boys, let's go." Tommy and Jeffrey got in and off we went, first for me to drop them off at school and then I had my appointment with pastor Bob. Passing through the neighborhood, the kids were at or walking to their bus stops. Turning onto Maple Street, there they were... Tim and Todd Bowyer stared at us with their arms crossed and with facial expressions that seethed of anger. "They did it," Jeffrey said. "Now son, we don't know that." "Come on dad," Tommy said. "Who else?" I didn't like my boys being judgemental but I knew deep down that they were right. Arriving at the church right on time, I was greeted by Sally the receptionist who informed me Pastor Bob was ready. "Tom," he said entering the reception area. "Please come in." "Thank you Pastor Bob for seeing me on such short notice." "Of course," he said leading me into his office. "Sally, please hold all of calls for the next hour." It felt good already to be here. Pastor Bob, his wife Marty, and their kids had been so kind to us, after we moved here from Georgia. I knew that he would have good advice for me. "Tom, I want to start out by saying that Derek told me everything. You demonstrated outstanding leadership in what was certainly a challenging situation. I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been. It sounds like the boys all came together, with one exception, and that's because you maintained calm and demonstrated positive leadership." "Thank you Pastor Bob. That means a lot and I am grateful to Derek who also demonstrated fine leadership skills." "O.k.," Pastor Bob continued. "Obviously you are concerned about Todd Bowyer. Why don't you explain to me what all happened and we can talk about next steps." "This could take awhile," I said. "I'm all yours," he said back. "O.K. I guess the first sign of trouble was when he asked me to play an 8-track he had from that horrible Satan worshipper, Ozzy Osbourne." "I don't allow that type of music myself but due to the culture we're in, heavy metal is popular with today's teenagers." "Oh I know and I got over that. The real trouble started after we finished swimming and discovered our clothes were gone." "Yes, what happened." "We were making the trek back to camp which was difficult because it was uphill, across rough terrain and we were all of course, barefoot. My little one, Greg, was really hurting so I asked my oldest, Tommy," to carry him on his shoulders which he did. Then, that little rascal started whining that he had twisted his ankle. I didn't have time for delay because we had to get back before dark. So, I lifted Todd up on my shoulders and carried him back too." "He was lying about the ankle and didn't want to walk. Right?" "That became obvious when we got back but. But. Oh Pastor Bob, this is so hard to talk about." Tom, everything you say to me is confidential. Now what happened?" "The boy. He. He. He got an erection that I felt on the back of my neck." "Well Tom. He is just 14 years old. You know how it was at that age. Erections, they just happen and that's how puberty works." "I know, I know but it felt like he was intentionally rubbing it against my neck." "Oh my." "I didn't want to say anything that would have caused him embarrassment but it was very disturbing to me." "What happened back at the camp? Derek told me that he and the boys had a feeling Todd was lying about the twisted ankle and that he was no help with the tents and the fire." "He was not. And he used some very fowl language that no young man should ever say." "I did not hear about that. Derek knows I do not tolerate profanity, even repeating what others say. What happened after that?" "Well, after what he said, I did not want him alone with the boys - especially Greg - so I put Todd in the tent with me so I could keep an eye on him. Greg idolizes his brother Tommy so they were in the second tent, and the other boys were in the third tent. Before bed, I told Tommy that I suspected Todd was behind our missing clothes and for he and Greg to get up extra early and go back to the lake to search around. Unfortunately, the night was very unpleasant." "I'm listening." "Oh Pastor Bob, this is so difficult for me to say." "Tom." "Oh my. I. I. I woke up during the night and Todd was. Oh." "Tom, what was he doing?" "He was. That disturbed young man was. He was um, masturbating me." "Oh my. That's very disturbing." "Indeed it was and I immediately smacked his hand away and turned from him. I wanted to throw him out of the tent but I certainly didn't want him trying, those things, with the boys." "This is scandalous." "Well it gets worse. The next morning I was awakened again by that little rascal. This time, he was sucking my... he was sucking my penis." "How did you handle that?" "I was furious. I yelled at him to get out, and he took off. So he was definitely lying about the twisted ankle. Pastor Bob, when I woke up and found him doing that to me, I had an erection. Oh I am so ashamed." "Tom, you were unconscious and were taken advantage of. When you came to, you stopped him and took control. You did nothing wrong. Was that it for young Todd's homosexual shenanigans?" "Thankfully yes. Shortly after that, Tommy and Greg arrived back at the campsite with our clothes that that little hooligan took and hid on the other side of the lake. He finally fessed up and had the nerve to say he had done us all a favor and that he deserved a merit badge. It was at that point that I had had enough." "And you spanked him?" "Yes. I threw him over my knee and gave him the spanking that his mother and father obviously never did. I did not care that the other boys were there and that Todd was embarrassed to be spanked in public. He deserved it." "What happened then?" "Todd was crying hysterically and was so mad his face was redder than his little fanny which I spanked good and hard, over and over. He ran off into the woods while we all finally got dressed again. I called for him and had to go retrieve him. He was acting like he was possessed by demons. So I picked him up, tossed him over my shoulder and carried him back screaming to the campsite. The things out of his mouth were so vile. And he was trying to bite, punch my back and kick me. So, I spanked him again. He told me he was going to get me for this and this morning, someone keyed a horrible thing into the side of my car." Pastor Bob stayed silent for a few seconds. "Tom, you know about the Bowyer twins home environment don't you?" "Just that the parents are divorced and the twins live with their mother." "It's a bit more than that. Mr. Bowyer was an upstanding citizen but he committed adultery with his secretary and abandoned the family. Mrs. Bowyer fell into a depression and became a bad alcoholic. The boys haven't had a father figure in years which must be difficult at this stage in life, especially when all their friends like Jeffrey have stable homes like yours." "Well Jeffrey is not to be friends with them anymore. Tim didn't go on the trip so I can't judge him. But I can't let that homosexual Todd corrupt my son with not only that stuff but also the lying, stealing and gaslighting." "I understand and I'm cautious of Derek being around him too, but I think I have an idea. I am confidentially counseling Mrs. Bowyer and she's concerned about the boys. I'm thinking it might be good for them to go live with one of our foster families for a few weeks. I've got one in mind who live on a farm. They're good, Christian people, and the Bowyer twins would benefit from some farm work and country life while their mother completes her sobriety rehab." "Pastor Bob, that sounds good but aren't you concerned for this man and if he has any, his sons?" "Not at all. Dale is a former marine and he has fostered many troubled children to good results. I will run this by the boys mother this afternoon. Now as for you, why don't you report the cars vandalism to the police and then if you need a good body shop, I have some referrals." "Thank you Pastor Bob." Meanwhile, over at Greenburg Junior High School... "Spank, spank, spank!" Kevin Barnes said, bringing his and up and down, to the giggles of several surrounding boys and girls. "Wah, wah, wah," a bent over Andy Hudson replied, causing more giggles. Todd Bowyer steamed with anger. News of this past weekend had spread throughout the school. "Shut up!" Todd hissed. "Now young man," Michelle said. "Watch your mouth or I'll have to spank you in front of all your friends." More giggles and outright laughter. "Fuck you cunt!" Tim Bowyer said. "Todd Bowyer!" It was Jeffrey Loflin and he was angry which rarely happened. The crowd in the hallway parted to make way for the angry eighth grader. "What do you want?" Todd snapped. "You did that to my dad's car!" "Did what?" "Don't play dumb with me you little pervert. My little brothers sick with a cold because of you and now my dad's car." "Don't know what you're talking about." Jeffrey lunged forward to push Todd who fell immediately. Tim rushed over to take a swing but was stopped just in time by Mr. Simpson. "What's going on here," Mr. Simpson demanded. "He vandalized my dad's car," Jeffrey responded. "His dad molested me," Todd barked back. Immediate sighs erupted from the crowd. "You lying, sack of..." Jeffrey said. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," Mr. Simpson commanded. "Both of you, with me right now to the principals office." "Jeff Loflin's dad likes little boys!" Todd yelled out as Mr. Simpson escorted them. "Todd!" "Jeff Loflin's dad made me suck his dick!" "Stop it now Todd." At this point, teachers and students were all getting a shocking earful. Jeffrey kept his cool as Mr. Simpson forged through the crowd, separating the two boys. "That brother of yours is one piece of shit," Brian Walsh said to Tim Bowyer. "Tell your dad I'll be around tonight to blow him," Tim responded. Bam! Tim fell to the floor, knocked down by a swift punch from his former friend. Not down for long, Tim got up and lunged at Brian. A full blown fist fight was now underway. Andy and Kevin jumped in to separate the two just as Mrs. Brown and Mr. Johnson arrived to escort Brian and Tim to the principals office. "Stay away from our dads," Andy muttered to Tim before Mrs. Brown took his arm. "Yeah," Kevin said. "Stay away or else." And that concludes chapter 10 of Sleepover With Double Trouble. War has now officially broken out between the Bowyer twins and their (former) friends. Where will it go? Stay tuned for chapter 11.