Weekend with sons ( M/MM )
Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 10:27 pm
Hey guys. One of the guys asked me to write a special story for him. I decided to accept the challenge and here is the first chapter. Hope you will enjoy it!
Chapter 1 - Caught in the act
My name is Rick Bolton and I am a cop. I work in one of the police department in the town. I am 43 year old guy, rather tall, with very short hair and deep blue eyes. I live with my two sons, Mark and Shawn. My wife, Helen, died to lung cancer many years ago and from that moment I was alone with our boys. I did my best to make sure they have everything they need, but wasn’t easy. Well, being a single parent is probably never easy…
Mark is 20, he is a sort of athlete. He likes hanging out with his friends and usually has many girls around him. Which isn’t a surprise, because he has his good looks after me. He plays basketball and is a member of a swimming team in his school. He could be a perfect son, but he also has… a dark side. From time to time I have phone calls from his teacher; Mark gets involved in fight quite often and his grades could be much better. He even spent a night in jail once; he and his buddies vandalized a bus stop. My buddies offered me to let him go, but I didn’t want that; I thought a night in prison would do him good. Hopefully I was right.
Shawn on the other hand is more calm and into the books. He is 19 and, just like his brother, is a member of a swimming team. I have never had problems with him, which made me really happy; I have no idea if I could deal with two rowdy teenagers.
Unfortunately, being a policeman means that I wasn’t at home much. I had to take overtime a lot to be able to pay the bills and provide all the necessary things for the boys. Like food, clothes, sport classes for Mark and Shawn. I was lucky I was working with really neat and cool guys, who often offered me their help. We get along really well and we often go to the gym together after work to release the stress.
I often felt guilty for that; teenage boys should have their father around much more than that. So one Friday I decided not to go to the gym; instead I would return home and spend the whole weekend with my boys. Just the three of us, no buddies, no phone calls from work. I just wanted and ordinary weekend, when father and sons hang out together and do dumb stuff like playing video games, watching stupid movies, talking about nothing. I smiled at that thought; it’s been quite a while since we spend the whole weekend together.
I hoped that nothing too serious would happen at work that day. But the fate wasn’t on my side; we had three reports from shops; me and my partner were able to arrest three shoplifters. There was one guy who claimed that his socks were stolen from his feet and wanted me to call for the army to deal with this… huge problem. The guy was able to make the whole police station laugh their asses off, but I just wanted to murder him right there with my bare hands. Plus there were several minor incidents we I had to deal with. But finally the clock chimed four and I was free and more than eager to go home. I shook hands with my friends from work and left.
I didn’t even change from my cop uniform. Which was a big mistake; the traffic was unbelievable and it was really hot that day. By the time I arrived home I was all sweaty and exhausted. I stopped the engine and got off the car, stood in front of my house for a while, enjoying the fresh air. Living in the suburbs has many drawbacks, but the fresh air and quiet neighborhood are definitely not one of them.
After a few minutes wanted to enter the house, but the doors were locked. Strange. From what I knew they boys should be home by now. I unlocked the door and went inside.
“Guys, I’m home!” I said out loud. No response. “Anybody here!?”
I thought that they were out, probably on the swimming practice or something. I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold beer, but when I was passing by Mark’s bedroom I heard some noises. The door ajar a little, so I was able to peek inside. What I saw shocked me: Shawn had his hands tied up with some rope and his mouth was taped shut with a single strip of duct tape. He was sitting on a chair with his arms behind the back of it. Mark was smoking a cigar and was paying on his computer.
“You need to practice more, bro! Maybe next time you’ll manage to win!” I heard Mark say when he stopped the game and turned to Shawn.
“Fckymmpp..” Came the reply and the boys both laughed.
Soon Mark untied Shawn and they continued the game.
I stepped away from the door quietly; I didn’t want the boys to know I was home. I was furious with them; not only they were stealing my cigars, but also they were tying each other up! Why would they do that? Was that some sort of a challenge? Mark did say something about winning next time so probably that was something they did when I was absent. If so… yes! A great idea entered my mind. If they are stupid enough to steal from their own father, they should face the consequences. And what would be better than using their own little game to punish them?
“Just wait, boys, just wait…” I mumbled to myself as I left the house and locked the door.
I got on my car and went down the street to the home improvement store. I bought some coils of rope and a few rolls of super strong gaffer tape. When I was done with the shopping I returned to the police station I work at for some more… supplies. I picked some police zip-ties and was about to leave when one of my buddies spotted me and asked what had happened. I explained him the situation; he just laughed and told me not to be too harsh with the boys. He even offered me his set of handcuffs, but I knew they won’t be necessary. We talked for few more minutes and I went back home.
When I returned the boys were on the couch in the living room, watching TV.
“Hey dad, you’re home already? Didn’t you go to the gym with your pals?” Shawn asked. Apparently they had no idea I was home earlier…
“Nah, I thought I can skip the gym tonight and spend the evening with you two.” I said and ruffled Shawn’s hair.
“That’s a rare occasion, dad.” Mark added without even looking at me.
“I know. But I decided to spend more time with my sons. If it’s all right with you two, I mean.”
It turned out the three of us had a nice evening. We ordered a pizza, watched baseball game on TV together and had much fun. After eleven the boys said they had a tough day and wanted to go to bed. It was just perfect for my plan; the boys went to their bedrooms and I stayed in the living room watching some more TV, drinking beer and enjoying a cigar. I waited half an hour and went to the car; it was time to punish my sons and have some fun with them…
Chapter 1 - Caught in the act
My name is Rick Bolton and I am a cop. I work in one of the police department in the town. I am 43 year old guy, rather tall, with very short hair and deep blue eyes. I live with my two sons, Mark and Shawn. My wife, Helen, died to lung cancer many years ago and from that moment I was alone with our boys. I did my best to make sure they have everything they need, but wasn’t easy. Well, being a single parent is probably never easy…
Mark is 20, he is a sort of athlete. He likes hanging out with his friends and usually has many girls around him. Which isn’t a surprise, because he has his good looks after me. He plays basketball and is a member of a swimming team in his school. He could be a perfect son, but he also has… a dark side. From time to time I have phone calls from his teacher; Mark gets involved in fight quite often and his grades could be much better. He even spent a night in jail once; he and his buddies vandalized a bus stop. My buddies offered me to let him go, but I didn’t want that; I thought a night in prison would do him good. Hopefully I was right.
Shawn on the other hand is more calm and into the books. He is 19 and, just like his brother, is a member of a swimming team. I have never had problems with him, which made me really happy; I have no idea if I could deal with two rowdy teenagers.
Unfortunately, being a policeman means that I wasn’t at home much. I had to take overtime a lot to be able to pay the bills and provide all the necessary things for the boys. Like food, clothes, sport classes for Mark and Shawn. I was lucky I was working with really neat and cool guys, who often offered me their help. We get along really well and we often go to the gym together after work to release the stress.
I often felt guilty for that; teenage boys should have their father around much more than that. So one Friday I decided not to go to the gym; instead I would return home and spend the whole weekend with my boys. Just the three of us, no buddies, no phone calls from work. I just wanted and ordinary weekend, when father and sons hang out together and do dumb stuff like playing video games, watching stupid movies, talking about nothing. I smiled at that thought; it’s been quite a while since we spend the whole weekend together.
I hoped that nothing too serious would happen at work that day. But the fate wasn’t on my side; we had three reports from shops; me and my partner were able to arrest three shoplifters. There was one guy who claimed that his socks were stolen from his feet and wanted me to call for the army to deal with this… huge problem. The guy was able to make the whole police station laugh their asses off, but I just wanted to murder him right there with my bare hands. Plus there were several minor incidents we I had to deal with. But finally the clock chimed four and I was free and more than eager to go home. I shook hands with my friends from work and left.
I didn’t even change from my cop uniform. Which was a big mistake; the traffic was unbelievable and it was really hot that day. By the time I arrived home I was all sweaty and exhausted. I stopped the engine and got off the car, stood in front of my house for a while, enjoying the fresh air. Living in the suburbs has many drawbacks, but the fresh air and quiet neighborhood are definitely not one of them.
After a few minutes wanted to enter the house, but the doors were locked. Strange. From what I knew they boys should be home by now. I unlocked the door and went inside.
“Guys, I’m home!” I said out loud. No response. “Anybody here!?”
I thought that they were out, probably on the swimming practice or something. I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold beer, but when I was passing by Mark’s bedroom I heard some noises. The door ajar a little, so I was able to peek inside. What I saw shocked me: Shawn had his hands tied up with some rope and his mouth was taped shut with a single strip of duct tape. He was sitting on a chair with his arms behind the back of it. Mark was smoking a cigar and was paying on his computer.
“You need to practice more, bro! Maybe next time you’ll manage to win!” I heard Mark say when he stopped the game and turned to Shawn.
“Fckymmpp..” Came the reply and the boys both laughed.
Soon Mark untied Shawn and they continued the game.
I stepped away from the door quietly; I didn’t want the boys to know I was home. I was furious with them; not only they were stealing my cigars, but also they were tying each other up! Why would they do that? Was that some sort of a challenge? Mark did say something about winning next time so probably that was something they did when I was absent. If so… yes! A great idea entered my mind. If they are stupid enough to steal from their own father, they should face the consequences. And what would be better than using their own little game to punish them?
“Just wait, boys, just wait…” I mumbled to myself as I left the house and locked the door.
I got on my car and went down the street to the home improvement store. I bought some coils of rope and a few rolls of super strong gaffer tape. When I was done with the shopping I returned to the police station I work at for some more… supplies. I picked some police zip-ties and was about to leave when one of my buddies spotted me and asked what had happened. I explained him the situation; he just laughed and told me not to be too harsh with the boys. He even offered me his set of handcuffs, but I knew they won’t be necessary. We talked for few more minutes and I went back home.
When I returned the boys were on the couch in the living room, watching TV.
“Hey dad, you’re home already? Didn’t you go to the gym with your pals?” Shawn asked. Apparently they had no idea I was home earlier…
“Nah, I thought I can skip the gym tonight and spend the evening with you two.” I said and ruffled Shawn’s hair.
“That’s a rare occasion, dad.” Mark added without even looking at me.
“I know. But I decided to spend more time with my sons. If it’s all right with you two, I mean.”
It turned out the three of us had a nice evening. We ordered a pizza, watched baseball game on TV together and had much fun. After eleven the boys said they had a tough day and wanted to go to bed. It was just perfect for my plan; the boys went to their bedrooms and I stayed in the living room watching some more TV, drinking beer and enjoying a cigar. I waited half an hour and went to the car; it was time to punish my sons and have some fun with them…