STEPDAD VS THE BOY SCOUTS (m+/M) *NEW CHAPTER SEPT 28*
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2025 10:38 am
Note from the author: I've been pretty busy and dealing with a lot of stuff in my personal life these past few weeks. Writing helps me unwind, so I wrote a little something to get me back into the spirit of things. Hope you guys enjoy this silly little two-parter.
With his girlfriend out of town visiting relatives for the weekend, thirty-nine-year-old Bryan figured he'd schmooze his way into her teenage son's good graces and win his favour by being the "cool dad" – even though, technically, he wasn't the kid's father.
Much to Bryan's satisfaction, Skyler was pretty stoked upon being told he could have some friends over for a pool party. Pretty soon, the backyard was filled with the dissonant hollering and incessant cackling of no less than twelve adolescent guys, all of whom ranged from fourteen to sixteen years of age.
Though Bryan was accustomed to his quiet suburban life, he took the raucous bustle in stride and refrained from interjecting even when the racket grew noisy to the point of becoming irksome.
It was still early in the afternoon when an ominous grey cloud loomed overhead and the telltale rumbling of thunder was heard. Rain started coming down, and the boisterous cacophony grew even louder when the partially soaked teens excitedly filed into the house via the half-open patio door. Things nevertheless calmed down as they followed their adolescent host - Skyler - down into the basement game room, tracking a fair bit of dirt, mud and grass into the house as they did so.
Bryan cleaned up after the muddy tracks left by their wet, squeaking sneakers, but nary a rebuke or a frustrated huff left his mouth. Having a bunch of teenage guys over was bound to generate a bit of chaos. It sorta came with the territory.
Save for the sound of excitable chattering and strident laughter rising up from the dedicated game room, most of the house had grown quiet over the course of the following hour. Bryan had no doubt that the TV, PlayStation 5, air hockey table, dart board and snack fridge would keep the boys occupied until the rainstorm subsided, but he still made a point of checking up on them, if only to make sure they weren't tearing the place down.
Most of the boys were indeed enjoying the finished basement's numerous amenities, but the big clutter of rope that generously lined the hobby room floor left little doubt as to the fact that a few of them had gone snooping into the nearby storage closet where most of his old camping equipment and unused sporting gear was kept.
Bryan was a little irked at the mess, but instead of scolding, he asked - almost pleadingly - for them to tidy up and return everything to the storage closet once they were done fooling around.
The teens – though obnoxiously loud and raucous – politely acknowledged their slightly taller, though significantly older host. Several "Absolutely, Mr Howard." and "Sure thing, Mr Howard." followed suit.
Satisfied with the surprisingly polite acknowledgement, Bryan was about to depart from the game room and head back upstairs to watch some TV and get some chores done when an unexpected request suddenly met his ears.
"Hey, Mr Howard! How about letting us test our roping skills on you?" one of the lanky, fifteen-year-old teens excitedly suggested, as if it were the best idea he'd had all day.
Bryan raised an eyebrow and instinctively dismissed the notion with a chuckle, but then another one of Skyler's friends chimed in, stating that it would be super fun and that it would make for great ropeworking practice.
Excited cheering pressed in from all sides as the room immediately grew taken with the possibility of subjecting a fully grown thirty-nine-year-old to this impromptu escape challenge.
Bryan sighed, rolled his eyes up and shook his head at the sheer folly of their ridiculous idea before reluctantly going along with it and agreeing to be the group's practice dummy, albeit only for a short while.
He knew Skyler and his friends all enrolled in month-long scout training sessions every summer, but due to their wiry frames and the fact that they were less than half his age, he thought little of the potential threat they posed and saw little risk in surrendering himself to their amateurish knots. That would, of course, turn out to be a rather big mistake.
STEPDAD VS THE BOY SCOUTS
PART I OF III
With his girlfriend out of town visiting relatives for the weekend, thirty-nine-year-old Bryan figured he'd schmooze his way into her teenage son's good graces and win his favour by being the "cool dad" – even though, technically, he wasn't the kid's father.
Much to Bryan's satisfaction, Skyler was pretty stoked upon being told he could have some friends over for a pool party. Pretty soon, the backyard was filled with the dissonant hollering and incessant cackling of no less than twelve adolescent guys, all of whom ranged from fourteen to sixteen years of age.
Though Bryan was accustomed to his quiet suburban life, he took the raucous bustle in stride and refrained from interjecting even when the racket grew noisy to the point of becoming irksome.
It was still early in the afternoon when an ominous grey cloud loomed overhead and the telltale rumbling of thunder was heard. Rain started coming down, and the boisterous cacophony grew even louder when the partially soaked teens excitedly filed into the house via the half-open patio door. Things nevertheless calmed down as they followed their adolescent host - Skyler - down into the basement game room, tracking a fair bit of dirt, mud and grass into the house as they did so.
Bryan cleaned up after the muddy tracks left by their wet, squeaking sneakers, but nary a rebuke or a frustrated huff left his mouth. Having a bunch of teenage guys over was bound to generate a bit of chaos. It sorta came with the territory.
Save for the sound of excitable chattering and strident laughter rising up from the dedicated game room, most of the house had grown quiet over the course of the following hour. Bryan had no doubt that the TV, PlayStation 5, air hockey table, dart board and snack fridge would keep the boys occupied until the rainstorm subsided, but he still made a point of checking up on them, if only to make sure they weren't tearing the place down.
Most of the boys were indeed enjoying the finished basement's numerous amenities, but the big clutter of rope that generously lined the hobby room floor left little doubt as to the fact that a few of them had gone snooping into the nearby storage closet where most of his old camping equipment and unused sporting gear was kept.
Bryan was a little irked at the mess, but instead of scolding, he asked - almost pleadingly - for them to tidy up and return everything to the storage closet once they were done fooling around.
The teens – though obnoxiously loud and raucous – politely acknowledged their slightly taller, though significantly older host. Several "Absolutely, Mr Howard." and "Sure thing, Mr Howard." followed suit.
Satisfied with the surprisingly polite acknowledgement, Bryan was about to depart from the game room and head back upstairs to watch some TV and get some chores done when an unexpected request suddenly met his ears.
"Hey, Mr Howard! How about letting us test our roping skills on you?" one of the lanky, fifteen-year-old teens excitedly suggested, as if it were the best idea he'd had all day.
Bryan raised an eyebrow and instinctively dismissed the notion with a chuckle, but then another one of Skyler's friends chimed in, stating that it would be super fun and that it would make for great ropeworking practice.
Excited cheering pressed in from all sides as the room immediately grew taken with the possibility of subjecting a fully grown thirty-nine-year-old to this impromptu escape challenge.
Bryan sighed, rolled his eyes up and shook his head at the sheer folly of their ridiculous idea before reluctantly going along with it and agreeing to be the group's practice dummy, albeit only for a short while.
He knew Skyler and his friends all enrolled in month-long scout training sessions every summer, but due to their wiry frames and the fact that they were less than half his age, he thought little of the potential threat they posed and saw little risk in surrendering himself to their amateurish knots. That would, of course, turn out to be a rather big mistake.
* TO BE CONTINUED *
let's not wait too long 
