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Exploring
By
Andy Mann

After grabbing a quick sandwich and a glass of orange juice, I headed upstairs and got changed into my Tigers rugby kit. Well, if I'm going to make a good impression, I may as well be dressed in the best team in the Midlands! I turned my computer on to mess around for a bit while I waited for Ian to call on me, deliberately avoiding the sites I longed to look at for fear of not being able to get rid of a problem if the older lad turned up early. The last thing I needed would be to walk down the street with little Andy making his presence known!

Finally, after losing three games of chess to some bloke in Russia, I heard Dad yell at me that Ian had arrived and I bounded down the stairs, grabbed my boot bag and was out the door, much to Ian's amusement at my enthusiasm.

"So you ready for the training session from hell?" the blonde haired boy asked me.
"Well, with it being the first session of the season, I'm expecting a rough ride," I replied, thinking back to last season in Leeds. Three of the lads who had not kept up with any training had actually thrown up!
"Sol is a great fitness coach, so he won't push you too far beyond your limit," Ian grinned at me. "But you will still grow to hate him like the rest of us."
`Whatever!' I thought. Sol was a definite hunk and someone I was going to have to watch myself around, otherwise I'd fall into a trance and out myself, something I certainly don't want to do if this Neil Patterson character is around.

As we walked up the quiet lane to where the rugby club is situated, we heard running footsteps and were soon joined by Dylan, Pete and Harry. Pete looked out of breath, not a good sign, but as a tighthead prop forward, he does carry a little more weight than the other two, who are both backs. For those not in the know about rugby positions, the forwards are the big guys who are in the scrums, and do all the heavy work in terms of close plays, whereas the backs are the faster, slighter players who have the ball handling skills and footwork necessary to side step tackles. As a centre, I fall in between the two in that I'm expected to have the skills of a back, but crossed with the power play of a forward.

"Enjoy your day with Daimon?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Huh?" Ian queried.
"Yeah, it was fun," I said quickly, avoiding eye contact with both the Jenkins brothers. "We went shopping in town and I got a couple of cool new shirts."
"Daimon went clothes shopping?" Dylan asked, disbelief etched on his face as he studied mine.
"Yeah he did," I replied defensively. "I tried to get him to buy a top from the money my Dad gave me to spend but he wouldn't."
"Dai's like that," Ian announced, cutting Dylan off before he could say anything. "We know his Mum ain't got a lot, and he's a proud kid who don't take charity well."

Fortunately we arrived at the club grounds and I looked around to see around seventy lads of varying ages milling about, some throwing balls to each other, or engaged in small mock match ups. My eyes immediately sort out the fuzzy hair of Daimon, which was very easy to spot, especially as he was high in the air, catching a kick from one of his team-mates.

"So there are three teams here tonight," Ian explained. "The under 12's, Under 14's and us lot, the Under 16's."
"So are we any good?" I asked.
"Last season, we finished second behind Monks Green who are our rivals," Dylan started, pausing as Harry spat on the ground in disgust at the name. "Harry's team finished fourth in the league but were missing the two best players for most of the season with injuries and Daimon's team won their league by a mile."
"Daimon is one of the best players in his age group so that helps," Pete added. "How many tries did he get again?"
"Forty three in eighteen matches," Ian smiled, looking fondly at the chocolate coloured boy, a smile that soon faded as my little cherub was approached by three boys who must be in our age group.

Two dark haired lads were around my height, maybe a little taller, but quite heavier. They were obviously forwards and the third was a stunningly attractive blonde, I'd say about a couple of inches taller than me and slim. He certainly woke up little Andy. Think Colin Ford from the film We've Bought A Zoo, and then increase the gorgeous factor tenfold. There was something familiar about him though, like I'd seen his face somewhere before.

"Don't!" Dylan whispered into my ear, having obviously seen the drool spilling from my mouth. "That's Patterson!"

Talk about a fantasy crush being crushed. This was the boy who was bullying Daimon for being openly gay, so any hope I had of him willingly jumping into my bed, naked, for some sexy fun were dashed out of sight.

"Hey Dai Gay!" He greeted our little friend. "You get your arsed banged much over the summer?"
"Sure did Neilie," Daimon smartly answered back, fake confidence evident in his voice. "Why? You jealous you missed out again?"
"Fuck you puff!" the older boy spat and took a swing at the toothy grin from the eleven year old.

Fortunately it was a swing that never connected as Ian was already there, grabbing his arm before it could complete it's arc.

"Already Neil?" Ian sighed. "I thought you'd give it at least a week or so before trying this again."
"Grayson!" the slim scrum half groaned, turning to look at the older boy. "Still protecting the little queer?"
"Yup, and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave him alone," Ian warned.
"Fine!" He replied, nodding to his two henchboys as if to leave, before he spotted me. "Who's the newbie?"
"This is Andy, just moved here from Leeds," Harry said, introducing me.
"Any good?" the blonde asked.

I shrugged, not wanting to deign the bully with words from my mouth. After he asked my position, I told him I was an inside centre which brought a smile to his face, a face that I was going to have some serious issues with here. It looked like I was going to spend my time battling between wanting to punch his mouth in and then locking my lips on that very same mouth.

Finally, Dylan pulled me away from him and went about introducing me to some of the other players in the team. Without boring you with unnecessary details, the team was a mix of fourteen to fifteen year olds of all shapes and sizes. I was pleased to see that there looked to be a heavy forward pack, which would work well in power plays up and give me some defence before the ball made it to my hands. Sol gave me a cheery welcome, introducing me to Phil, the head coach who quizzed me about my previous experience.

We then got down to it. And boy! Did we get down to it. I knew that I was fit, even if I hadn't done too much proper training, just the plan that I had cobbled together after being forced out of my last team, but Sol worked us hard. I was pleased to see though that I outlasted the majority of the others in the fitness drills, Ian and Neil being the only two to last longer than me.

We ran through some simple ball handling skills before having a scratch game at the end. Coach Phil put me on the same team as Neil and Dylan as we were soon running attacking lines through the opposition like we had been playing together for years. As we cooled down at the end, Neil approached me again.

"So, you are pretty good then," he complimented me, bringing a smile to my face that I couldn't conceal.
"Yeah, I'm not bad, just a little out of practice," I replied. "Looks like we have a pretty good team."
"Yeah, the club normally has competitive teams, even if they do let queers play for us," he answered, a sneer at the end of his comment. I saw his eyes search out the always smiling figure of Daimon, engaged in an animated conversation with a couple of the players from his team.
"Well, each to their own," I said, trying to deflect his attention from my cherub.
"That's what Ian says," Neil snorted. "Well, as long as you're not one, we'll get on fine."

Although I should have been prepared for it coming at some point, he caught me slightly off balance but I managed to mutter some comment out, without actually denying it. I felt guilty for lying about myself, but I wanted to get back playing rugby again, and having discovered Neil also went to the same school that I was joining, I could do without any enemies before I actually started there.

Coach Phil called an end to the session, telling us to make sure we drank lots of water or juice when we got home, before dismissing us. Daimon bound over to us, ignored the look that Neil gave us and grabbed Dylan's arm to pull him away. I fought down a surge of jealousy as I watched the pair share a whispered conversation. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Ian standing beside me, blocking Neil and his two friends from my sight.

"Unless you're willing to out yourself to them," the older blonde started. "You need to be careful how you look at Daimon and Dylan."
"What do you mean?" I asked, but guessing the answer that Ian confirmed.
"You look like you've just lost your boyfriend, and Neil saw it quite plainly," he told me. "I mentioned to him that Dylan was supposed to going to yours to talk about school which has misled him."
"Um, thanks," I sighed at Ian.
"You've got it bad for Daimon?" he asked, leading me out of the club grounds, making sure no-one could hear us.
"Not really," I answered truthfully. "But after what we did the other day, I guess for him to go straight to Dylan and ignore me kinda hurt."
"Knowing Daimon, he did it on purpose," Ian said. Seeing my frown, he quickly added. "I mean that he would have known that Neil was watching and he wouldn't want for him to start getting ideas about you."
"Oh! Yeah, I get it now," I smiled, wondering if Ian was covering for the younger boy or if indeed he was being that thoughtful.

We traded small talk as we walked home and by the time we reached our road, the training caught up with me and I was struggling to stifle yawns.

"School tomorrow remember!" Ian laughed as he pushed me down my path towards my house.
"Great! Thanks!" I flashed a grin back.
"Bus leaves at seven forty, don't be late!" he smiled as I fished my key out of my boot bag.
"Yes daddy!" I grinned and escaped into the house before he could inflict any retribution.

Waving a weary greeting to my Dad, I creaked my way upstairs and knew that I needed a shower. Coach Phil said that we would normally shower after training, but there had been a problem with the plumbing so I dropped my bag inside my bedroom door and pulled off my top. My arms ached from the push ups we had done but finally I managed to get the shirt off. I had admitted to myself some time ago that I had a vain streak in me that I kept private, but I did enjoy looking at my body in my mirror. Well, I did when it wasn't banged up with bruises from the bullying I faced in Leeds. So I did take a few moments to look at my shirtless chest, noting the way that my abs were forming nicely and I flexed my muscles in typical iron man pose.

Sighing to myself that my biceps still weren't where I wanted them to be, I quickly stripped out of my shorts and briefs, chucked my now smelly socks into the hamper and walked out of my room and across into the bathroom. Turning the shower on to a comfortable temperature, I stepped in and lathered my hair, washed it and stood for a moment, letting the warm water spill over my body, a body that was beginning to ache slightly. I rub my hand over my chest and side, feeling the bump from a hit by one of Neil's friends during the scratch game and I couldn't help but bring the blonde boy's face back into my memory.

My right hand automatically circled my now hard cock and I began a slow stroke, teasing my foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head. I squirted some shower gel into my left hand and rubbed it over my hole, probing a finger inside me, followed by two. I speeded up my strokes as I imagined Neil in the shower besides me but as I tried to finger myself better, I couldn't reach my love nub inside me.

Growling to myself in frustration, I had a sudden brainwave and thought for a moment if I could indeed sink to the level that I imagined. I knew that I was clean inside, so I wouldn't leave any tell-tale traces behind, would I? I needed relief, but I needed it with something inside my bum, so I made the decision to go for the toilet brush. It had a fairly thick handle on it, and was around fourteen inches in length. I knew that because I'd measured it before when I first thought about fucking myself with it. I knew I'd never get the whole thing up inside me, but if I could get maybe seven or eight inches in, that would certainly rub my prostate.

I pulled back the shower cubicle, leaned over and picked it up. Weighing it in my hand, it felt okay so I quickly soaped it up. How to do it? A vision flashed into my mind and I leaned forward against the wall as if being pushed against it.

"Neil, please, don't hurt me!" I whimpered as my imagination took over.
"I knew you were a queer, and this is what we do with you gay boys," I squeaked out in a very poor impression of the hunk.
"Do what Neil?" I asked myself, before exclaiming "NO! OH GOD YES!"

I held the handle against my hole and pushed it in. Although it was quite thick, it was also very smooth and with the shower gel coating it, it slipped easily inside me.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned out, resting my head on the cool tiles of the wall, grabbing my straining cock in one hand and pumping the brush in and out of me with the other.
"Fucking you little queer boy!" I grunted, pinching my cock, my balls, my nipples, anything that I could do to make it feel to my body that Neil was taking advantage of me.
"Christ Neil, your cock is huge!" I groaned out loud, sliding more and more of the handle inside me.
"Take it bitch boi, take my breeder cock and let me spunk inside your pussy!" I growled.

Suddenly I felt my body rise up onto my toes, nearly causing me to slip but I kept on jerking as the first spurts of spunk shot against the tiles. My hole twitched around the handle, pinching it tightly as I milked my orgasm.

Catching my breath, I pulled the handle out of my bum before straightening up. I inspected it quickly, please to see no brown stains but rinsed it anyway before turning the shower off. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself, putting the brush back in its holder. I towel dried my hair, making it look like I'd been dragged through a hedge, before I remembered I'd left my brush in my room. I hated that.

Sighing slightly, I decided to brush my teeth before fetching the hairbrush, only to see it on the side. That was weird as I knew I'd left it on the side by my mirror. There were also two fresh towels in the room, towels that I knew weren't there before I went in the shower.

Someone had come in! SHIT! I whispered a silent prayer that it had been before my little role-play. If it had been Jack, that would mean he heard me muttering all the nasty things and that would be something that I didn't want him aware of. However, the other choice would be my Dad, and that would be majorly embarrassing, especially after admitting to getting shagged by Daimon, he wouldn't have failed to notice the missing brush and would easily have guessed what I was doing.

Knowing that I had to face both of them at some point, I decided that the excuse of an early night to get ready for school would save some face and so I wrapped my towel around and headed for Jack's room. Knocking on the door, I could hear him talking and I poked my head in the room. He was sat at his computer, skyping with one of his friends from London and by the sound of the conversation, he had been for some time.

"Hold on a sec Bobby," my brother said, turning towards me.
"I'm going bed cos I'm shagged out after training," I said, giving him an opening he wouldn't be able to resist if he had been the mystery bathroom visitor.
"Okay, see you in the morning bro," he replied.

I closed the door behind him and took a deep breath as I walked towards my Dad's bedroom. He'd said earlier that he had an early meeting tomorrow so was having an early night, so I made my way down the landing to his room. The door was shut, so as by our normal rules of the house, I gave it a light tap, not really wanting to face him. I was surprised when the door opened slightly, not enough for me to see into his room, but I could now hear sounds coming from Dad's room.

I couldn't believe my ears when I heard a faint slapping sound that I knew only too well. My Dad was wanking! All sorts of visions swirled around in my head, and thoughts of pushing the door open to see what he looked like naked and hard and sweaty crossed my mind, before common sense prevailed and I was about to close it when I heard him mutter something.

"Oh Jesus, let me screw that pussy," I heard him say before gasping out in a way that could only mean he was shooting his load. Feeling slightly guilty, dirty, and horny, I closed the door and left him to his post orgasmic bliss.

I shed my towel onto the towel rail so it could dry out overnight, and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes to try to go to sleep but my brain was invaded by images of my Dad, and what it would imagine he looked like naked. This wasn't good! I'd never thought of my Dad as a sexual object before. I mean, it's incest isn't it! Okay, brother to brother is quite hot, but Dad son? Nah!

To try to take my mind off of it, him, whatever, I fired up my laptop and typed in gay porn into the search engine. As much as I like looking at boys, obviously you can't find that online, well, not without getting into serious grief with the police, so my online activities focus on the other side of my curiosity, one that is now blossoming. Knowing that Dave wants to fuck me, and having experience my first man sex with Gary, I wanted to experience more and my fantasies always lead me onto sites that show twinks having sex with older guys. I always put myself in the place of the twink, but as I searched a website address caught my eye. Dads v sons. Knowing that it would be a site that showed me older guys with younger twinks, I clicked the link.

As the home page loaded up, sure enough there were enough pictures and videos to make little Andy jump straight to attention. Something caught my eye once more, a video that hinted that the action was between a real father and son pairing. I moved my cursor away from it, to click on another video. I really did! Honest! However, the cursor had a mind of its own and I was soon watching a guy in his forties with a lad who was barely twenty. The site had all the disclaimers everywhere saying the minimum age of models etc was eighteen, and the dark haired, slim figure looked to be around that age. I could see that there was a resemblance between the older guy and the lad and I stared at the screen, mouth open, hand stroking cock as I watched the guy fuck the lad in as many positions as he could. I shocked myself as I felt my cock spurt over my chest, not realising that I had jerked myself to orgasm.

Thoughts of my Dad lying naked on his bed, jerking off crossed my mind once more and knowing I wasn't going to be able to sleep like this, I grabbed the towel back out of the hamper, wiped myself clean, grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to clothe myself and headed back onto the landing.

I took a deep breath as I reached Dad's bedroom door and knocked loudly. Hearing a muffled shout, I pushed it open and poked my head into his room.

"Dad, are you awake?" I asked.
"Sure son, what's up?" he replied. "Come on in."

I walked in, seeing him hotching himself into a sitting position in bed. His dark hair already showed signs of being bedhead, his naked chest hairy and quite muscled. BAD ANDY! He pulled back the duvet, and I sighed in relief as I saw him in pyjama bottoms, and he patted the bed for me to sit next to him. I did do and he pulled the duvet back over us.

"So what's wrong champ?" he asked again. "You look worried about something. Did training go okay?"
"Yeah, training went really well," I replied. "Um, you know that you said I could tell you anything and you'd still love me and nothing would ever change that and that we could work any problem out and that nothing was too big and that. ."
"Whoa tiger cub," he smiled, interrupting my verbal flow. "Slow down for a second."

I gave him a small smile as I realised I was babbling, something I do occasionally when I'm really nervous.

"Okay, you have a problem right?" he asked. I nodded.
"You think it's a big problem and you're worried about what I will say or think if you tell me?" Dad continued. I nodded again, pleased that he was taking charge.
"It's to do with your sexuality, and maybe what you want to do, and with whom?" he carried on, seeing my continual nodding.
"Look Andy, I love you unconditionally. It's what a father is supposed to do." Dad said, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me into a hug so he could kiss the top of my head. "I've read stories where parents reject their sons or daughters simply for their orientation, but I hope by now you know I would never do that to you."
"I do Dad, I do and I really love you for it, but," I stopped, taking a breath. "You know that I like older guys more than my own age yeah?"
"I do," he sighed. "Sometimes I wish you didn't as you could be setting yourself up for all sorts of hurt. Wait. Someone hasn't forced you have they?"
"No no no no nothing like that," I said, cutting off his worry straight away. "It's just that, well, earlier, I came down to say goodnight after my shower," I paused, flushing red as I remembered that he must have been the one to hear me jerking off in the shower. "Um, well, I sort of heard you, you know, sort of like maybe,"
"Maybe what?" Dad asked, although I think he knew what I was going to say as I could see a red flush creeping up his face. Dad normally could keep straight expressions, through some of what he does for a living I guess, but this time he seemed to be getting embarrassed.
"I thought I heard you jerking off," I blurted out softly.
"Well, I guess you did," he replied. "But, you know about this stuff, and even us old guys have to get a little relief sometimes."

I smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood, before frowning again.

"That's not my problem Dad," I told him, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. "I got really horny thinking about, um, you, um, being naked and what you'd look like jerking off."

There! I'd said it. I'd fessed up. I looked at Dad's shocked expression, that quickly was replaced by a softer, gentler look. Where I'd expected him to chuck me out of his bed and tell me off for being a pervert, he just hugged me tighter.

"Look son, I guess that I didn't see this one coming," he chuckled as he realised the pun, "but nothing can happen between us. You know that don't you."
"I know, and I didn't mean to think of you like that," I moaned. "But I couldn't help it and I even tried watching some other porn to get my mind off it but it didn't work and I couldn't sleep and I needed to talk about it."

He put a finger on my lips to stop me from babbling again.

"Andrew," Uh oh...the Andrew name! "I have always told you that you would be a chick magnet, then you came out and so I adapted to it being a boy magnet. Now you have said that you're more interested in men and we had the talk about it, and we both know full well that any man interested in boys would snap you up in an instant. You're good looking, intelligent, witty and have a body that I'm sure all sorts of men would want to get their hands on."

This wasn't really helping me here!

"But, you're my son, and I have no intention of crossing a line that would be so wrong for both of us and would risk upsetting and hurting Jack as well," Dad explained, gently stroking my side.
"So if you weren't my Dad?" I blurted out, before realising what I was about to admit not just to him, but to myself as well.
"I am your father!" Dad growled in his best impression of Darth Vader, causing us both to laugh and the intensity of the conversation disappeared instantly.
"Thanks Dad," I said to him. "You're the best!"

I squirmed to start to get out of his grip so I could head back to my room, but he just held me still.

"Why don't you sleep in here tonight, and if you need to ask anything else, I'm here," he told me.
"Okay," I agreed, although having some reservations about being close to his body.

We re-positioned ourselves in bed and I turned to face away from the window. I hate having sunlight wake me up in the mornings. Well, I hate mornings if you hadn't noticed! I felt Dad's arm reach over my body and take hold of my right hand and pull it up to my chest and then I felt the warmth of his body behind me. I leaned back and my head rested on his chest, just underneath his shoulder and I fell into a restful sleep, feeling as safe as I had felt in years.

End of chapter.

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