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Subject: Lonely Little Boy (chapter 1f) gay incest ______________________ Thanks for reading, if you want to chat, do so ail Wickr: dicksonhill or Telegram: @DicksonHill. Thanks to those who have written, it keeps me going. I used to write under a different name, so if you have seen this story before you know why. I have broken the story up into smaller chapters. If you are reading this and it is illegal to do so, please stop. Please consider a donation to Nifty if you want to keep the site open for your reading enjoyment. ________________ WEDNESDAY I woke in the morning having turned into the embrace of my father, knee laced through his legs and firmly planted against his groin, his arms both encircling me grasped onto my bottom pulling me toward him. My bladder called me to action as I broke our embrace and daddy groped for me in his sleep. I relieved myself and went to wake dad, it appeared we overslept a little. Dad jolted awake, thanked me and laughed at the predicament. “No time for play, Book, I gotta be fast, please go make me some toast, while I get ready.” I rushed to get all that done, and even made him a small cup of coffee as he whirled about. He raced into the kitchen, swept me up in a firm kiss, swatted my behind, and flashed me a gorgeous grin as he thanked me and grabbed his quick breakfast, disappearing out the door. I smiled after him, missing him the moment he was out of sight. I made my own breakfast, did my morning routine, and got ready to go meet Coach. I lay for a bit smelling the spot dad was laying in, before stripping the bed, and grabbing our clothes to wash them all. Finally, checking that all was in order, I grabbed my book and headed to the Y. I breezed past the pimply faced teen behind the desk, recognizing him, he barely looked up at me. The class this morning was already in the pool by the time I made it through the locker room and into the pool area. I instantly spotted Coach up on the side of the pool calling out instructions to his team, watching strokes and breathing. He stood gloriously naked oblivious to all but the training going on. He called out compliments and encouragement from time to time. He must have sensed me watching him as he looked up, scanned about for a second before spotting me and smiling, waving me over. I walked up to him, as he put his arm around me pulling me into his naked side. He tweeted his whistle twice, and all swimming stopped, swimming to his position. All eyes looked up to him expectantly. One shouted out, “Who’s the cutie?” causing me to blush, and be a little offended, I’m no kid. “That’s why I stopped you, I wanted to introduce you to one of my newest students and likely your future teammate, Tyler. He’s going to be with us today and Friday, for training, so make him welcome!” A few of the cheekier boys whooped and diving underwater to expose their backside and smacked them, in what I supposed was their form of a welcome. I laughed. “Back to it!” Coach bellowed, “I want to see clean strokes and regular breathing, half sprints!” “Bye cutie,” a few called out, to make me blush. Coach playfully kicked air at them. “Do you want to get in?” He asked. “I don’t have a suit,” I stated unsure. “I thought we passed all that?” “Yeah but these are older kids, I’m not so sure…” “The same rule applies, no one makes fun of anyone in my classes, plus you’ll see, you put a couple of these guys to shame,” he said nodding to my groin. “Ok!” I quickly walked toward the locker room, Coach stopped me. “No, go change in my office. Keep your clothes dry.” He offered as an explanation, well the locker room was damp after all. I changed and hurried out to the pool. Coach waved me over, and shouted out “Skip,” a dark haired boy looked up and swam over. “Skip, I want you to help Tyler out with his strokes. Tyler, Skip is captain of the squad, he’ll tell me if you have a shot at ever getting into my team.” Skip seemed to puff up right there hearing those words from someone he clearly idolized. I recognized Skip as being the first one to call me cutie. I started to walk to the stairs, Skip called out, “No way buddy just jump in” I looked over at Coach who gave me a look that said, “I’d do what he says.” And returned to his training. I jumped in near Skip, so he could catch me if I drowned. He reached out for me before I hit the water and I slid down his body. I blushed as I felt every part of me slide against every part of him. He took it in stride, I thought. Skip was friendly, and pretty touchy, as he led me through some exercises. He noted where I held my hands wrong and corrected me with touch and imitation. He held me, almost intimately, as he watched my kicking and gently held my legs to show proper rhythm. Then he held my face under the water and told me to go loose as he manipulated my head telling me when to breathe. He worked me hard, if he wasn’t so friendly and affectionate, I would have hated him for the workout. As it was, by the end of the class, I could feel that I was more confident in the water and faster too. I gave him a full hug in thanks, which unthinkingly pressed my body against his, he quickly looked around almost panicked and noticing no one watching, gave me a warm hug back. I looked up and saw Coach smiling down at us. He blew his whistle signaling the end of the class, Skip quickly released me. And swam up to Coach, “everyone did great today, dismissed till Friday, Except you Skip, I need a few laps from you to make up for training today.” Instead of being upset Skip looked relieved not to have to get out of the pool right away. I saw Coach wink at him. Coach jumped into the water with me, “How’d you like class today?” I was watching all the team leave the pool, I definitely saw some who were smaller than me in the genital department, some about the same and a few larger, but all had some beginnings of or full pubic bush. “It was exhausting,” I replied, my attention elsewhere, “Skip really worked me hard, he is good.” “It’s why he’s captain of the team, even though he’s not the oldest. What did you think about Skip, himself?” I was confused by the question, hadn’t I already answered that? I brought my focus back to Coach. “He was nice?” I answered with a question. “Just nice, did you get along?” “Well we worked the whole time, but he seemed nice, and was kind…” I started thinking. “Yeah, I like him.” “Good, I’m gonna put you with him again Friday.” I didn’t see a problem with that. As we were talking the older swimmers started to file in in pairs or alone. Skip swam up to us. He had a big smile on his face as he did, though he was out of breath. “Skip, what did you think of Tyler’s ability?” “He’s great, he needs some work, but he is already on the way to being a contender.” He lowered his voice almost imperceptibly, “plus he’s a cutie.” I aimed a punch at his arm. “I am not.” “Ok squirt,” he giggled. “Like the little brother I never had.” He put his arm around my shoulder. “Careful or you will need to do more laps,” Coach joked. I didn’t get it but smiled lamely anyway. “Will you work with him again on Friday?” “I sure will,” came the over enthusiastic reply. “Good, then if you can swing it, come to my class tomorrow so you can stay in shape, you can do laps and help me out, but you will be here to work.” “Is that the class you are in Tyler?” He asked me. “Yes, the beginners class.” “Wow you don’t need to be in a beginners class, you are way better than that.” “Skip, he still needs to learn to be safe, he still needs the class.” “If you say so, Coach.” He was beaming at me. We exited the pool, Skip removed his hand from my shoulder. I looked over at Skip’s genitals as nonchalantly as possible. His penis was pretty big, and his pubic hair dark but sparse. I followed a slim trail up his body where the hair disappeared, and I caught him looking at mine. Our eyes caught for a second as we quickly looked elsewhere blushing. I wanted to cover up since I knew he was looking, but fought the urge. He however, dropped his hand in front and turned to go to the locker room. Now I wish I had left my clothes in there. I looked up at Coach, he was smiling watching Skip hurry to the locker room with his hands in front. He turned his eyes to me. “Yeah you like him.” He said, turning to walk to his office. “Yeah, I said I did,” replying testily. “Look down”, he replied. I looked down and saw that I was erect. I quickly dropped my hands in front. Coach looked back and winked at me. I hurried behind him to his office. Coach did his best to ignore me in an airy obnoxious way. I felt like I was being made fun of. “So what, you like dad,” I snarled at him when we were alone. Coach whirled on me, “Whoa, little guy, I’m not making fun of you if that’s what you think, I am teasing you, but not in a mean way, I think it’s cute that you like him, and you should, he’s almost as good looking as you. Don’t go getting upset with me, I put him in your way deliberately, because I figured you two would hit it off, and I was right, more right than even I thought.” He was by this time down to my level, and holding my arms to my side gently as he looked me in the eyes. “He is like your dad istanbul travesti and I, and like you may be too, he likes guys. You will find out that it’s not easy living in this world feeling this way, he needs friends, you will need friends, I already know how great you are, so I put you in his way too.” I started crying, I was never mean like that, and I fell into his arms, he welcomed me as he stroked my back. “I’m sorry, I just felt like you were making fun of me.” I hugged him fiercely. “I won’t say I will never make fun of you, but you can be sure, if I do, like today, I will be teasing. I know what a tender heart you are, that’s part of why I love you.” He pulled me back to look into my eyes as he started to speak again. “And don’t you think I’m the last person to make fun of you when I like your dad, like you said? If you do like boys, as it seems you do, you will find some attractive and some not, I am glad that you found Skip attractive, he is smart and kind and though not many know it, he likes cute boys. Like you.” “He likes me,” I sniffled. “Well, he is certainly attracted to you, let’s review the evidence shall we? Last week when he saw you with your dad, he asked who you were. Today, he called you “cutie” accidentally, in front of all the other boys, but tried to play it up like he was teasing you. When you came out of the office to get into the pool, he ran into the wall because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and lastly, he had an erection the whole time he was working with you. I’d say that pretty much adds up to like, don’t you? Now, for now, he is just attracted to you, but once he gets to know you, he may really begin to like you a lot. I know I do.” He smiled as he chucked my chin. I cried anew, and hugged him again, I was so confused at all the feelings I was having. I really wanted to get to know Skip, and probably as more than a friend, I thought. But there was dad, and Coach… I loved them, did I have room for more? “Sport, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” “I don’t feel bad, I’m just confused, there’s so much to know and feel, it just feels like too much right now.” “You don’t have to see him you don’t want, I can tell him not to come tomorrow if that’s what you want” Coach said starting to pull back again I pulled him in tighter. “No I just need to hug you right now, I want to get to know him, that’s what’s confusing.” Coach wrapped his arms around me gently. I could feel his smile. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. “I don’t know how to feel all these feelings yet, it feels… too big.” “Aww Sport, just breathe, nothing is too big for your heart, I know that much. Just take one thing at a time.” I forced my breathing to regulate, I held on to Coach, accepting the strength he was giving me. I pulled back, wiped my tears and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. I love you.” Coach’s eyes got watery, but he didn’t let anything spill, “I love you too.” He pulled me into another quick hug. “Well we’re still naked,” he offered jokingly, “how about we shower, while we think about today?” “Agreed,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the shower. We washed ourselves lost in our thoughts, I looked up at Coach who had a big grin. It was infectious and I found myself smiling as well. When we finished, we dried and were dressed. I asked, “Why did you smile when I was crying,” I wasn’t accusing, I was curious. “When?” He asked. “When I was hugging you.” “Oh,” he said almost shyly, “I suddenly realized that you really needed me, and it made me happy.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as I smiled up at him. We walked out through the pool and locker room together hand and hand. I asked him a bit about Skip, how old he was, what he was like, what did he like besides boys and swimming, I reiterated, what grade he was in, basically everything. Coach only told me the basics, he said if I wanted to know more, I would have to ask Skip. As it was, Skip was outside waiting for us. He ran over when he saw us exit the building. He looked at us holding hands curiously. “Hi,” he stammered, “um what are you guys doing today?” Coach had a wry smirk on his face. “We hadn’t discussed it, I was thinking about lunch,” he looked down at me and caught my eye, “wanna come along?” “Do I?” his voice squeaked in both excitement and puberty. He blushed. “That is if you don’t mind,” he said, turning to me, losing his smile for a second. It was my turn to stammer and blush, “Um no, please come along.” I said almost too quietly, but for Skip, it might as well have been yelled. He stopped himself from jumping for joy and instead tripped, when his feet didn’t know what his brain was telling them what to do. He came up smiling anyway. Surprisingly he took my free hand and held it as we walked to the car, Skip of course, skipping. He was full of energy, and bubbly. I looked at Coach again with a smile that said, what have you done? He in turn arched an eyebrow that said you bought him, now you feed him and clean up after him. He talked and talked, he was just now 13, his real name was Matthew but for some reason everyone called him Skip, and he had two older brothers, Dylan and John, he had a dog and he loved reading. That snapped my head around. He was currently reading Anne of Green Gables, and then asked what I liked to read. “How do you know I like to read?” “Well the way your head snapped around when I mentioned it would have been a clue, but the first time I saw you, you were standing at the edge of the pool talking to Coach, you had what looked like a well loved book under your arm. What was it?” “I’m not sure, it was either Bulfinch’s mythology, or Tolkien.” “No way, I love Tolkien!” He was practically swinging our hands back and forth. “Hey, are you guys related?” “No,” I responded, sounding my confusion. “Oh I just thought since you were holding hands.” “Oh, no, he’s my dad’s…,” I felt a slight squeeze in my hand that Coach was holding “best friend, and my very good friend.” I replied, sorta shocked that Coach would think I would say anything else. “Oh, ok,” was his bright reply. “You looked like there was something else between you.” I let it go, but wondered if he was picking up on our mutual attraction or what. Looking up at Coaches furrowed brow, it looked like he was wondering the same. We made it to the car, Coach asked what we wanted to eat, “Hamburgers we both hollered, and laughed at our being in sync. We sat next to each other pretty close so Coach could switch gears. He had his arm around me so we could sit closer to give us more room on our one seat. I felt dizzy at the closeness. We kept quiet as seemed to be the custom, I thought, when riding in a convertible with the top down. When we arrived at A&W we got out, went in and ordered, finally going to sit. I asked, “Don’t you have to check in with your parents?” “Aww heck no, mom will probably be out shopping or who knows what, and Dylan and John, did I mention they were twins, but they don’t look alike. They’re probably out trying to make it with some girl, they’re 17. I talked all about me, what about you?” “I have a younger sister, Elizabeth, but I call her sissy, Mom and Dad both work, so since I’m too young to stay at home alone, Coach takes care of me now.” “Who takes care of your sister?” “What?” “You said you have a sister, who’s taking care of her, if you and Coach are here?” “Umm well…” Coach stepped in. “His parents are having a hard time right now, so his mom and sister are living with a friend, who takes care of his sister.” I silently thanked him, but felt exposed with that information out. “That’s tough, Ty. I’m sorry” he said, placing a hand on mine. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone, it seems too new to you. We don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t wanna yet.” “Thanks,” I said quietly. Skip looked about to change the subject when our order was called. “I’ll get it,” Skip volunteered. When he was gone, Coach chimed in, “You know what is a great way to get to know someone? A sleepover.” He answered before I could guess. “Just think about it,” he continued when Skip came back with our tray. “Thanks Skip,” we both said. We ate and talked, Coach staying out of it, to let us bond it seemed. Skip brought up a game called Dungeons and Dragons, and said it was like playing a game where you gotta act like the characters in Tolkien. I was immediately interested. He offered to show me some time. I blurted out why not at a sleepover? This perked his interest. “When,” he enthusiastically asked. “How about Friday night?” “Can’t,” he said sadly, “we have a match on Saturday. “Then tomorrow night?” He accepted on the condition of his parents’ permission and my dad’s approval. We agreed. He stated that he had to use the restroom, and waited a second, for what I didn’t know. So he left, alone. “I think he was waiting for you to go with him,” Coach whispered. “Why?” I asked. Coach chuckled, “Just go.” So go I did. Skip was standing in front of the urinal, looking slightly defeated, as I stepped in next to him at the other. He smiled when he saw me. He said he hoped we could stay over together, and talked almost kadıköy travesti nonsense, I peed and was shaking off, when I looked over, by habit, and saw his penis as he was shaking off. It looked pretty big like I had thought. I looked up at his eyes and caught him looking at mine. He looked at my eyes and we both quickly put ourselves away. Blushing but smiling broadly. We washed our hands and went out to meet Coach who had cleared our places. He smirked when he saw our blushes and huge smiles. We got back in the car, and Coach took Skip home, he quickly hugged me and said he was glad to meet me and hoped we would be good friends. I agreed as he skipped off to his home. I shut the door smiling wryly, “I think I know why everyone calls him Skip, He really is something else.” I said to the air. “He does have a bouncy quality,” Coach laughed as we pulled away. I had a sudden thought, “What does one do at a sleepover besides sleep?” “Usually play games, eat, stay up talking about girls, usually,” he snickered. “Sometimes, and I shouldn’t be telling you this, you sneak out and do stupid stuff that will get you in trouble. But you’re not that type so I guess it’s safe.” Getting in trouble sounded horrible. “Maybe he’ll bring that game he talked about.” I hoped. “Oh, unless I miss my guess, he will, but he’ll be interested in a different game.” “What game?” I asked, eager to please my maybe guest. He chuckled, “I would guess, truth or dare.” “How do you play?” “Really?” He asked, incredulously. “No, I’m sorry you haven’t been to a sleepover. How about I show you when we get to your house.” “Pretty soon, you’ll have to start calling it our house.” I challenged him. He reached over and pinched my side, “I can’t wait, but let’s talk about it at your house, you’ll see what I mean.” Coach drove us to my/our house. We got out, I ran inside and kicked off my shoes. Went to change the clothes to the dryer, and then relieved my bladder. I found Coach waiting for me on the sofa. “Ready?,” he asked. I was and sat opposite him. “Okay, truth or dare is really just a big game of chicken, with no real winners or losers,” he thought a second, “Well that usually, depends on who you play with. The rules are in the title, you take turns asking and being asked, do you want a truth, you have to answer a question, any question, or a dare, you have to perform some action, just about any action the person dares you to. But if you refuse to answer a question, because it’s too embarrassing, you have to do the dare. It gets fun, and rowdy really quickly. You get it?” I answered that I did, he replied “You think you do, but trust me you don’t, not yet, wanna try?” “Sure,” I wasn’t sure after his rebuttal. “Ok do you want to go first or do you want me to go first?” “Umm if I go first I get to ask?” “Yep” “You go first,” I wanted to be sure I knew what to do. “Ok, truth or dare?” I thought, Coach isn’t dumb, if I said truth he would go right for the good stuff, but if I said dare… I placed my bets, “Dare.” “Ahh,” he looked at me shrewdly, “either very bold or very cowardly,” he smiled so I knew he was kidding. “Hmm, punish you, or not, I dare you to kiss me.” He smirked. “So a punishment,” I shot. I leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Cheater,” he laughed, “and punishment?, no more mister nice guy! Your turn.” I smiled smugly thinking I had him now that I got it. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” “I dare you to take off your shirt.” He pulled off his shirt, “Aww no kiss?” “Naw, I don’t need to be punished again.” He threw his shirt in my face. “Ok smarty, Truth or dare?” Knowing I was in trouble I went for, “Truth.” “Did you like looking at Skip’s penis?” I blushed furiously, “I’m not answering that.” He smiled triumphantly, “I dare you to give me a better kiss.” I drew up to him, stared him in the eye and slowly leaned in to plant a firm kiss on his lips, as I pulled away, I lightly licked his lips. I smiled impishly. “Better?” His eyes closed, my question seemed to snap out of a reverie of sorts. “Um,” he cleared his throat, “wow, yes better. Your turn.” “Truth or dare,” I asked smugly, thinking I was winning. “Dare,” he looked at me as if seeing me as something new. “I dare you to take off your shorts.” I obviously had a one track mind, to me this was winning. He stood and shucked his shorts, sitting with a nice bulge in my view. “Your turn.” “Truth or dare?” I figured truth was the best option since I got to decide if I wanted to answer the question or not. “Truth” he smiled like he got what he wanted. “How do you really feel about me moving in?” Easy question, “Great! I’m excited, I can’t wait!” “But what…” I stopped him. “I answered already.” he gave me squint eyes, “My turn.” I trilled at him. He pulled me into a headlock and gave me a soft nuggy. “Go ahead smart guy.” His underwear were of course next, “Truth or dare”. He surprised me. “Truth,” he seemed to enjoy stopping me in my goal. I didn’t know what to ask, so I went there, “Do you touch, you know, yourself, down there a lot?” I pointed at his penis so he couldn’t wriggle out of the intended question. He chuckled, “Not a lot, but often enough.” That gave me a lot of follow up questions. “Truth or dare.” “Truth,” I knew what he was gonna ask, and it was an easy one. “How do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?” “Well…” I didn’t know how to phrase it. “You know about me and dad.” “Yes.” “And I know about you and dad…” he blushed prettily. “So I’m not sure, and to be honest, the thought of… well, us, is on my mind too. But at first pass, I think you and dad should share.” I think that was the right answer. He smiled and moved to cover his groin, probably at the mention of “us”. “I am always struck by how grown up your mind works.” He shook it off. “Truth or dare.” “Truth,” he seemed eager to avoid giving me my prize, but I had him this time. “What do you think about… us?” I ended in almost a whisper. He almost answered, but said, “Dare.” I had won, “I dare you to take off your underwear.” He gave me a smirk that said, “grow up” but he stood, and removed his underwear. Exposing his large erection. I smiled. “I think I won.” I smiled at him. “Funny, but I got everything I wanted, I think I won.” He tried to steal my victory. “How do you figure that?” “I got all the info I wanted, even you not answering about Skip gave me all I needed to know. And I got a great kiss to boot.” He sat as he spoke. “One more round, loser?” He challenged. “I thought there were no winners and losers.” I shot back. “Then how did you win exactly?” He had me. “Ok one more round, winner takes all,” I smiled evilly. “Truth or dare.” He looked me straight in the eye, not blinking, he was trying to shake me. I flipped the script, “Dare,” he smiled like he won again. “I dare you to get naked.” “Hey no fair, I went piece by piece.” “Not my fault you played fair, now strip puppy!” He laughed. I stood up, beaten, he was way better at this. I removed my top and dropped my pants. His eyes didn’t leave my underwear as I slowly lowered them. He was already erect, but I could have sworn he grew more as my undies hit the floor. I sat down. “Truth or dare.” His eyes didn’t move. “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss me.” I had over calculated. His eyes slowly rose to mine, his look was intent and like a furnace. He leaned forward, pushed me onto my back. He slowly lowered himself above me, stopping just short of touching me and pressed his lips against mine. His hand held my head to him as he opened his mouth and licked my lips, I parted them allowing him to breathe my breath, he licked my lips teasing my searching tongue. I felt my penis rise and touch his dripping penis, giving the fluid a place onto which to flow. His mouth clamped over mine as he explored my mouth like he was going to move in. His other hand found my middle and pulled me up into him. I was seeing spots, and breathing heavily. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, as though checking to make sure his work was accomplished. Apparently finding it just so, he released my head and lowered my body. Calmly sitting back down. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was breathing. Slowly my eyesight came back, my dizziness wore off, and I sat up. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “You call that a kiss,” I said breathlessly. He looked like he was about to finish the job, I held up my hand, “No, you definitely won.” He gave me a compassionate smile that said, you asked for it. He then closed his eyes. He appeared to be trying to control himself. I looked at his body, his erect penis throbbing with his heartbeat. His breathing, even, as he forced his heartbeat to slow. His hands clenched into fists, I watched as his penis started to deflate. I was fascinated. My penis hadn’t gone down, a bit. Coach smiled at me, “That was close.” “You almost had an orgasm?” “Oh yeah, I almost lost it all, while trying to win.” He grinned. “You are an amazing kisser,” I praised. “It takes two,” he attempted to change the conversation. “So you think you’re ready for a sleepover?” “With you, definitely,” I joked. bakırköy travesti “Keep it up, I may have to kiss you again.” “Yeah, That was a real punishment, for my heart,” I added. “It was a punishment for me too, having to pull back from the edge like that, I’m gonna be sore.” “Maybe you wanna go take care of it?” I suggested. “When was the last time?” “Honestly, it was after I went into my office shower yesterday. I had to or I would have exploded, it’s why I had to rush to the changing room.” “Do I really affect you like that?” “Sport, only one person has ever affected me like that besides you, and it’s your dad. You saw us the other day, erections in our underwear and soaking them through. He is the sexiest man I have ever known, and you are the sexiest kid,” he seemed almost ashamed saying it. Of course I blushed, but I wanted to help him, and short of sex I didn’t know how. I wasn’t even against it, but I felt he was, so I didn’t push it. “I find you as attractive as my dad. I do want to do things with you, but I don’t want you to if you don’t want to.” “That’s not helping,” he said, closing his eyes and concentrating again. “I meant, I don’t want to push you, we can just be friends.” “That’s Just it,” he pleaded, a tear forming in his eye, “I want to, its, just… not me.” “Okay, I get it, and I’m not trying to convince you, but I will tell you what you told my dad, why fight true love. Sure it may not be time yet, but if the time comes, why fight it?” “Good advice,” he said getting up, his erection beating him up, “but I have got to go take care of this, I’ll be back.” I wanted to follow him, but I didn’t. I gave him his space. Sitting there awkwardly I decided to get dressed. After a bit, he came out, looking flush and sweating. A weary smile. His penis looked slightly red and puffy. He came and got dressed and sat down, I snuggled into his side. I asked, “Will we ever?” “I don’t know, I want to, you want to, and we’ve pretty much gotten so close it shouldn’t matter, but I can’t make myself follow through. This is a me issue not a you issue.” “I really understand, I want to, my body wants to, but there is something there. Like I told daddy, if it happens, it happens, I’m just glad to have you as it is.” He wrapped his arm around me, hugging me to his side. “Me too, what do you want to do now?” “Can you just hold me for a while, it feels nice.” “Sport, I could hold you for an eternity.” I got on his lap with my head in his neck, arms draped around him. His arms enveloped me as he smelled my hair. “This, this is heaven.” He sighed contentedly. We must have dozed off in that position, as we were awakened by dad sitting on the couch. He held a finger to his lips as Coach had yet to wake. He leaned in and kissed me. I tried to gently get off of Coach’s lap, but my stirring woke him. He stretched and grinned at seeing Dad. “Hey gorgeous. Did we sleep this long?” He yawned. “Oh shoot, we didn’t do dinner,” he jolted suddenly awake. “Don’t worry about it, we can go out for pizza, how’s that sound Book?” Still stretching, I transferred from Coach’s lap to snuggle into dad’s. “Sounds good,” I murmured sleepily. “Hey, can Skip stay over tomorrow night?” I asked, laying my head on his shoulder. “Who’s Skip,” dad asked through a voice thick with surprise. “He’s a boy from my team, they hit it off today,” Coach answered, leaning over to hug us both, and kiss dad’s cheek. Both Coach and I were getting comfy snuggling against dad, he chuckled, “Alright sleepy heads, get up and get ready, I’m hungry, let’s get going.” We both hugged him closer in protest, “But you’re so comfy,” Coach melted into him. Dad stood, nope let’s get going, he placed me on the floor, but my legs refused to stand. “You two are useless, I’m going to get some water and splash you both,” he playfully threatened. He smacked my bottom to get me going. “Go freshen up, I’ll wake up Scotty here.” I moped off to my bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I found a pair of my used underwear on the sink, they were balled up and slightly wet, I smelled them. I recognized the smell and realized Coach must have left them after he relieved his erection earlier. I realized I had my underwear from dad stuffed behind the toilet still and placed them together. I was getting a collection and I laughed to myself. I changed and brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I went to find the others. They weren’t in the den, so I went to the kitchen, nothing. I went to the living room and finally found them in dad’s room. I found them, Coach sitting on the vanity, his shorts and underwear on the ground, with daddy in between his legs, pants around his ankles holding Coach’s hands above his head, against the mirror and kissing him deeply, I stayed still as I watched dad rubbing their penises together in his free hand while kissing Coach. “Your son will come in,” Coach whined, but didn’t stop him. “He’s seen worse,” dad teased, “plus I don’t plan on hiding our love from him, do you? You know he and I have sex, good sex, he knows you and I have sex, great sex, and I know you and he want to have sex, if you haven’t already. We all love each other, like you said, if love is involved it can’t be wrong.” “I know I said it, I know I said it, but this is your boy, you beautiful, beautiful boy…” “Look we both had sex with men when we were younger than him, and we are fine. Besides some bad choices as adults, we turned out great. I’m certainly not going to force you to do something if you don’t want to, but I don’t want you to not do it because you think you’ll hurt me, I love you both so much, I want you to be happy together too, I’m not afraid either of you will leave me for each other.” “We’ll see…” he groaned. “It’s going to take me a while, I shot off earlier, in… oh god, I shot off in your son’s room, and left the… evidence in a pair of his used underwear.” “Oh my god is that hot,” dad said. “I’m serious.” “So am I, he’ll find it, ungh, and probably sniff it, ahh, and realize you left him a gift, ahhhh!” Dad shot his semen on Coach’s stomach and penis, causing Coach to grunt and groan as dad sped up his pace till Coach couldn’t stand the combination of dad’s hand and the slickness of his semen, he added his gasps and then his semen. “You’re sick,” Coach breathed. “No, I love you both, you love each other, and it turns me on.” “I want him to be ok.” “You think I don’t,” he was stepping out of his pants and going to the shower, “I want him safe to, I also want him to have what he wants, and I’m telling you, he wanted me, I am sure he wants you too, and I know you want him.” He turned on the shower, and stepped in, Coach followed him. “Like I said do or don’t, but don’t agonize over it and don’t keep him hanging on. Now hurry up if you don’t want him to see us like this.” They closed the shower door and, I assumed, cleaned themselves up. I went into the den and thought about all I had heard and seen. Of course I was erect, and really in need of release, I thought about going and joining them, but thought Coach might have an issue. I now knew that dad was more than ok with Coach and I, and was more in the encouraging column. They came out in a few more minutes, ready to go. I hopped up and we exited in Coach’s car. I sat on daddy’s lap as we sped to an Italian restaurant. We sat around a table with a white table cloth present in all Italian restaurants at the time. We ordered a pizza and some salads. As we were talking, I was surprised to feel a socked foot inch up my leg and make its way to my groin. I looked up, surprised at the men opposite me, and neither looked as if they knew what was going on. I felt the foot massage my groin, I enjoyed the teasing but wanted to know who it was playing the game. I put a hand under the table and rubbed the foot with my thumb. It was a left foot, but that didn’t help much really. Both men kept talking. I tickled the foot hoping to get some clue. No response from either. So I tried to run my foot up the leg to discover who it was, I couldn’t reach the other person without going under the table. Finally I decided to go to the restroom to see if I could catch a glimpse of who had a shoe off. I backed my chair up, and the foot instantly pulled back. I excused myself to the bathroom, and turned to look under the table. No luck. The tablecloth went all the way down. I went in and relieved myself anyway and returned. I sat back down and both men still looked innocent. A foot returned, this time, it was a right foot, I decided just to enjoy the attention. We ate our pizza and giggled, the anonymous foot changed back and forth throughout the meal. Both men got up to use the restroom at different points, the mysterious foot disappeared both times, just when I thought I had it figured out. It was a fun diversion until we got up to leave. Once in the car I asked who the culprit was, both claimed innocence, and neither seemed shocked that it was going on. I guessed it was both of them. I would get them back. Once we got back, Coach dropped us off and headed for home. I hugged him and reminded him that in two days he wouldn’t have far to travel home. He smiled and kissed me. Dad and I got home and made the bed, and stripped bare, climbing into bed. Both of us were tired, so excepting some light petting and talking about the day we just snuggled up into each other, dad again laced his hand around me to cradle my genitals.