Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2022 22:44:02 +0000 From: Dickson Hill Subject: Lonely Little Boy (chapter 2) gay incest Thanks for reading, if you want to chat, do so at dicksonhill@protonmail.com 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. ___________________ FRIDAY (cont.) We ate, and enjoyed each other's company, laughing about how much we eat out nowadays. It used to be rare, but with all the changes over the past two weeks, there really was not a whole lot of time for much else. We made plans for tomorrow. We would all go to Coach's tournament and then move the rest of Coach's things. Conspiratorially, Coach elbowed my ribs and teased that maybe we could get Skip to come help, and stay the night. I enthusiastically supported his idea. "He seems like a nice boy," dad began, "you seem to like him too," he put more emphasis on `like' then he had to, causing a slight blush in me. "He is nice, and he likes to read, but boy does he have a lot of energy," I giggled. "I can see him being very popular with his looks and his personality." I offered the conversation, but it got me thinking. Two weeks ago this is the type of boy I would have avoided like the plague, athletic, popular and loud. I was glad to have met him, but wondered if it wasn't for the happenstance of the swimming class if we would have ever met, much less become friends. The conversation moved on to other things without me. I got caught in my head thinking about Skip, how much we had in common, and how different we really were. That in turn, got me thinking about our brief time together in bed. His soft kiss, I ran my fingers lightly over my lips remembering their touch, and smiled warmly at the memory. I became aware that the conversation had stopped. Both dad and Coach were looking down at me with my fingers to my lips and the enigmatic smile on them. Both had a wistful half smile as if they could read my thoughts and seeing me in reverie brought back some of their own experiences to them catching them in their own remembrances. I blushed fiercely, but to my surprise, they didn't tease me, instead, they looked at each other and smiled shyly. I felt like it was somehow me that was intruding on something special that passed between them. Dad was the first to snap out of it, and clear his throat. "And with that I think it's time we got this show on the road." He reached down, trying and failing to subtly adjust himself. Coach patted my hand, smiling warmly at me. "I don't know where you were, but I could tell, it was beautiful." His words almost conveyed a tone of thanks. We stood to leave, each wrapped in our thoughts. I held both men's hands as we paid and left. I laid my head back against my father's cheek as we drove home. Looking down I saw dad and Coach holding hands. I don't know why but that moment in time, and that simple act said more to me about their relationship, then catching them in dad's... no, their room. It was pure, it was honest, and it spoke volumes of intimacy that I had never seen with dad and mom. The thought of mom gave me a slight guilty pang, I hadn't reached out to her or tried to see her and Sissy yet. Sure it was still very new, but I would have to remedy that. "Dad?" not waiting for a response, "I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings or anything, but, can I see Mom and Sissy soon?" just saying that opened a door that I didn't know was closed. I felt myself becoming emotional, and fought the waves that my treacherous heart was trying to send my way. "Book," dad rubbed my tummy, "most certainly, you can see here anytime you like. Would you like to stop by now?" he didn't sound like he was sure that would be a good idea, but would make it happen if that's what I needed. I felt a tear break the boundary of my eye and achingly make its way down my cheek that in the dark no one noticed. "No we can wait," something in my voice or maybe it was that I was physically fighting back sobbing from the overwhelming guilt that hit me caused dad to take immediate action. "Scott, please turn around? Can we please head to Claire's house?" he said in a hushed tone as he wrapped his arms tight around me, lending me what strength he had to give. Almost unsafely, Coach whipped the car around heading in the new direction. "Anything," Coach said determinedly as I felt his reassuring hand on my thigh. Their combined care and tone, made my resolve shatter as I broke into great heaving sobs. My guilt at being happy with dad and Coach, cascaded in a seemingly endless cycle. I turned my body and buried my head in dad's neck, unable to close that door again now that it was opened. Dad held me firmly, quietly whispering that it would all be ok, rubbing his soothing hand over my back. I saw Coach's concerned and determined face, if it would have been possible, it would have warmed my heart at the need to protect me, his expression showed. He stayed focused on the road but allowed himself one hand, when it was not shifting, to pour his support into me by rubbing and squeezing my thigh. We pulled up to mom's new house, Coach got out and ran around to open the door to help dad out as he was unwilling to let go of me. Carrying me to the door, he knocked and squatted as he set me down. Mom answered the door, and I rushed at her, renewing my sobbing as I held her. She was shocked, but instantly knelt and held me in her arms. "What is wrong?" She asked me, "What is wrong?" She looked at my dad as she tried to gentle my hysteria. "I think it just hit him," he said sadly, as he continued to rub my back. "I'm sorry," I forced out between sobs. "I'm sorry" I repeated as I squeezed her tightly. "What are you sorry for?" she asked, sounding upset as well. "You didn't do anything wrong." her eyes tried to convey confusion to my dad. "Book, what is it? Did we move too fast? How can we help?" "I didn't call, I didn't do anything," my crying made it slow going but they were finally able to get out of me. "I'm sorry, I still love you, and Sissy..." "Oh Tyler, we know that," she said, prying me from her. "We know, this is a lot for a little guy to take in, but you are not so little anymore, are you?" She said firmly, "You have such a tender heart, how about this, why don't you come over Sunday and spend the day with Sissy and I?" she pulled a hanky from where I don't know. and was dabbing it at my cheeks. "Is that ok?" she directed that to dad. "Of course it is, Book you can see them anytime you want." he offered, trying to console me. "Well not anytime," mom returned. I felt dad's hand stop on my back. "I mean sometimes we aren't here." she seemed to be covering up some slip I didn't catch. Almost pleadingly to dad she continued, "I mean yes anytime." "You mean it?" I asked, wiping my forearm across my nose, attempting to stem the tide of my tears. "Yes, Yes I mean it," she said to dad, not me. I missed the significance of that. Feeling my guilt lift a bit, I forced a smile, and hugged her. "Can I see Sissy?" "I am sorry she is asleep right now, Tyler, but Sunday we can go to the park and play, how does that sound?" she asked, not taking her eyes off dad. "That sounds good," I replied sniffling. I looked over at my dad and caught a brief scowl before he saw me look, and he gave me a warm reassuring smile. I reached for and held his hand. He patted my bottom. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked me softly. Still wiping my nose on a damp sleeve, "Yeah I think so," I smiled miserably at him. "Good let's look forward to Sunday, why don't you go ask Coach to take you to get an ice cream cone while your mother and I finalize the plans." I wasn't really in the mood for an ice cream cone but I always did what I was told. I hugged mom one more time, told her I loved her and again said I was sorry I didn't call her. She said she loved me and that we would work things out. I let go of dad's hand and went to Coach's car telling him what dad had said. He looked up at my parents on the porch with a worried look on his face. I followed his gaze and saw mom with her arms crossed over her breast, looking defiant and dad with his fists clenched as they talked. I wanted to go back and figure this out, but Coach grabbed my shoulder as soon as I made a motion to go, and directed me to the car taking off as soon as he was in. "Why did we have to go so fast?" I asked, watching my parents as we moved away. "I don't know Sport, but it looked like your dad needed to talk to your mom privately, probably about how you could see each other more. How are you doing?" he diverted me with sincere interest. "Are you ok, what went wrong?" he placed his hand on my leg again. "I'll be ok," I insisted sniffling, "I just suddenly felt so guilty being so happy when mom and Sissy were left out of it. It just hit me so hard, I don't know," as I trailed off, so did my convictions. "Listen," he said pulling over, "I want you to know it is ok to be sad, but I also need you to know it is ok to be happy as well." he placed a hand gently on my cheek. "Things are messed up right now for you, you have no balance, maybe all this happened way too fast." he paused thinking. "Do you want me to not move in right away?" he asked in such a way that made it clear that he was ok with whatever I answered. "No," I grabbed his free hand in both of mine. "I just missed mom and Sissy, even Aunt Claire a little. I am happy you are moving in, really. You make me happy too. I would be sad if you went away," I responded, hearing my voice grow softer as I finished. He continued to rub my cheek with his thumb as he listened, "I think you are being braver than you actually feel," he cut to the point as usual. "Cry, scream at the clouds at the unfairness of the world, but never deny what you feel. It really is a gift to feel like you do, even though everything feels like it is trying to bust your heart in two. Please remember this one thing," he paused to make sure he had my attention. "Your dad and I will always be here to help you in any way we can. You never have to feel like you are alone." I almost laughed when I felt the sincerity of his words causing my heart to swell with emotion again making me want to cry anew. He caught the smile on my face. "What is that smile for," he asked, smiling back at me. "You." I turned and kissed the hand that held my face. He pulled his just kissed hand and held it to his heart. "You are too much," he ruffled my hair, and turned his attention back to the car, "Shall we go get that ice cream now?" he asked, pulling the car back out onto the road again. "Can we just say we did, and not?" truly not knowing if that was allowed. "Sure, how about we just drive for a bit and then go back?" "Thanks," I said as I reached for his hand. The rest of the "trip" was completed in silence. I looked up at the moon and held my hand out of the window weaving it up and down with the air currents, lost in no thought whatsoever, allowing my mind to wander. Finally we made it back to mom's to find dad standing on the opposite side of the street. I could tell he was upset, but when we pulled up he opened the car door and pulled me into a great hug when I stepped out to let him in. "Are you ok?" he asked, holding my head at arms length looking into my eyes as if to catch any nuance in my reply. I broke free from his hands and let my return hug answer for me. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he maneuvered us back into the car with me once again on his lap. I snuggled back into him, "Yes, I hope I didn't cause you too much worry." "I'm your dad, I get to worry, it's my privilege and my job, I want you to know your mom and I had a serious talk, and we are going to arrange a time every week, more if you want, for you to spend time with her and your sister. And Lizzy will be coming over more often to spend time with me and you. And we will try to have dinner, all of us together, at least once a month. How does that sound?" I noticed that adults tended to ask your opinion about things when the choices had already been made. "It sounds really good!" I felt really bad for letting my emotions get the better of me yet again. But I snuggled into dad and lay quiet against him for the rest of the journey home. When we got home, I felt all of the evening's turmoil take its toll. I was exhausted, I even let dad carry me in. He was about to put me in my bedroom, but I asked if I could sleep with him tonight. Dad looked at Coach, "I can sleep this last night at my apartment I guess, or take your bed if you don't mind Sport." He was eager to please. "No, I want you there too, please." I said sleepily. "Really, that'd be ok with you?" By way of an answer, I reached for his hand and with dad carrying me, led him to his soon to be bedroom. Dad carefully laid me down on the bed and took off my shoes and socks. Coach sat me up and pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my bottom so he could lower them down and dad took them off. I had to use the restroom and told them so. Coach held me up and dad lowered my briefs and held my penis while I peed. I was grateful for the assistance as I was totally spent. They laid me back down in the middle of the bed as I watched them get themselves ready for bed, stripping down to their own white briefs. I was too tired to be excited by the display. Shutting off the lights, they climbed on either side of me, each one caressing me to sleep. Coach sighed contentedly as I intertwined my leg with his legs pulling him closer. I drifted off being spooned by daddy and facing Coach as they tenderly kissed goodnight over me. I knew no more. SATURDAY I woke up, having slept very peacefully. I was alone in bed. I got up and stretched my small frame and went to my room to do my morning routine. I found it was still early as I made my way toward the sound of dad and Coach talking in the kitchen. What I overheard caused me to pause and listen. "... don't know that I can let it go that easily, it was such a callous remark when he was already so low, I am just glad he didn't catch it. She is such a bitch." Dad must be very upset with someone, I thought. "You do have a right to be upset, but don't let him see it, let him continue to see the world as he does, hopefully he never loses his idealism." They sat quietly for a second. Who were they talking about, me? I had never heard dad upset enough to swear before, let alone even swear. They couldn't be talking about me because I didn't know anyone that could be called that. I went into the kitchen to hug dad and give him the support he gave me last night. As I entered both looked abashed like they were caught in something wicked. I went over and hugged dad, Coach was already dressed but dad was still in his tighty whities. "What has you looking like the cat who ate the canary?" I asked, resting my still underwear clad hip against dad's side lacing my arm over his shoulders. Coach brightly laughed and said, "Don't mind us, we're just gossiping like little old ladies." He winked at dad, who seemed to be doing his best to change his face. "Yep little old ladies", dad echoed, whisking me into his arms and planting a sweet kiss on my lips. Coach smiled at us, "I better get going, I will see you guys at the pool." Before he could stand, I hopped off pop, and pulled Coach's head down into a soft kiss. He held my head for a little bit to extend the kiss and then swatted my backside, "Thanks Sport, that will be all the luck I need today." He kissed dad and before he exited, winked at me. I sat at the table while dad scooped some scrambled eggs and toast onto my plate. "Dad, are you ok? You sounded pretty upset when I was coming into the kitchen." "I'm okay Book, I have some things I need to work out, but you don't need to worry about them, thanks for being worried about me though." "I'm your son and it's my privilege and my job to worry," I impishly replied around a `very pleased with myself' smile. Dad reached over and pinched my tummy, "You think you are so cute." "I am, you said so." I continued to beam at him. He flashed his beautiful smile at me, paused and said "You are at that," he placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. Through squinty eyes and a wicked smile, "We have a couple of hours before we have to go, got any plans," he asked me coyly. Wiping my mouth, "Nope, I guess I should change my sheets if Skip is gonna stay tonight." I missed the "danger" his tone was suggesting. "I seem to remember that I owe you something, and I always pay my debts," his tone had become sly and hinted at more. "Oh yeah," I was catching onto his game, "I don't recall you being in my debt." I answered as dad was rising from his chair. He reached for me and I squealed darting from the kitchen. "You can run, but you have had this coming for a while now." his quick grab for me narrowly missing, he gave chase. I didn't know where to run to. I didn't have time to hide, he was right behind me and running upstairs would just trap me. I ran for my room laughing all the way. I made it, but not in time to turn and close the door, before dad blocked it and flung it open. I tried to defend myself as his larger form loomed over me and failed spectacularly as he grabbed me and hurled me onto my bed. I squealed with delight. I moved to make a run for it, but he was quicker, he was on top of me before I could move. I struggled, giggling all the time as he grabbed both of my hands, forced them above my head and held them against the bed with one hand. "Now I get to repay you," he said smiling, moving his body between my legs keeping them apart with his. "You gave me a gift that I couldn't repay because Skip stayed the night, if you'll recall, I demand that I get to repay my debt." I stopped my squirming, but my smile only got broader, "Oh yeah, I think I'm owed some interest on that debt." I flirted back trying to catch my breath. He bent and kissed my neck, "We'll see if I can afford it." he teased as he started to nibble my neck. My heart was beating faster, and not just because of the running. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and then a harder, more urgent one. With his free hand he was tracing a finger around my torso, teasing my tummy and my nipples slowly moving his way down to my underwear, where of course my boy had raised a tent. He flattened his hand and slipped it under the waistband of my undies, gently cupping and squeezing my groin. I opened my mouth to let out a moan, but his mouth caught it as he kissed me deeply. I felt his thumb move over and firmly rub the sensitive tip of my penis, as he stopped kissing me and very gently moved his mouth to my armpit onto which he placed sensual wet kisses. I let out a sound that could only be described as half moan half whimper. He continued his hand assault on my still underwear clad penis, as his kisses made their way to my chest, where he kissed a nipple but then gently took it in his teeth and pulled at it. I swear I don't know how, but this amazing feeling shot directly to my penis as I gasped for air. I was nearly blind with pleasure, and struggling to free my hands as I wanted to grab at dad and force him to release me from this ecstasy. His kiss assault continued, but I began to realize that he was removing my underwear while still attacking my increasingly sensitive penis. My gasps were becoming more frequent as I was thrashing my head about in my agonizingly pleasurable ordeal. Dad briefly abated his genital assault, as he deftly removed my undies. The cool air was welcome on my searingly hot penis before his assault was to continue. Now that I was free from my briefs, I expected dad to go directly to kissing my penis, instead, his free had went beneath me under my bottom and as he lifted my groin to his face he started to lightly bite my thighs, each in turn, I felt his unshaven stubbled face roughly scratch across my scrotum as he did so, sending even more sensations in my already overloaded system. My gasping moans became laced with nearly pleading whimpering, but I couldn't free myself to end these amazingly overwhelming feelings assaulting my young body. I actually called repeatedly, "daddy," between gasps for air. Finally taking pity on me, he took the tip of my penis and tortuously slowly made his way down its length, lashing its head with his tongue without mercy. He used a strong suction as he repeatedly bobbed his head up and down. He moved his hand to my face and stuck his thumb in my mouth. I sucked at it, desperate to have something to train my attention on, but all too soon he removed it and picked up my bottom again, he slipped his slicked thumb between the cheeks of my bottom and pressed its pad firmly against my bud as he kept it in rhythm with his mouth. This sent me over the edge as I screamed out "DADDY!" and felt my abused penis pulsing and twitching in his furnace of a mouth. I lay there thoroughly unaware of my surroundings, struggling to come back to my senses from an outstanding orgasm as a peaceful calm glow settled about my body. As my senses returned I felt dad had released my member and my hands, and I was cradling his head against my chest as he placed soft kisses on my tummy. I was exhausted yet elated, dad had certainly paid me back with interest. "How are you doing, Book?" he asked quietly, reluctant to disturb my afterglow. "Transcendent," I replied dreamily, using a ten cent word I had picked up from my reading. I pulled his head up into a kiss. "Consider your debt well paid." I breathed into our kiss. We lay together cuddling, I felt a cold wetness at my leg and looked to see dad's thoroughly soaked y-fronts. I wanted to help him out, but my exhausted arms refused to work. "It's a good thing you mentioned changing your sheets, I now think that's a very good idea." I finally gained control of my limbs and reached down to fondle dad's wet underwear shrouded groin. "Nope, son this was all for you, otherwise it's not a repayment, besides, I think I want to save it for Scott, I have to repay him for something tonight as well." he continued to let me fondle his rampant penis as I gained my strength back. "Let's get up and get ready, we have a big day ahead of us." We got up, me slightly shakily, and stripped my bed. We made it to the laundry room and stipped off our dirty undies and threw them in with the sheets. Dad's penis still stood very erect and ticking, to the time of his heartbeat. I reached up and caught a drip of clear fluid before it could make its way to the floor. "I have got to admit, that last bit was a little hotter than I expected." he leaned his naked hip against the washing machine as I kept catching drip after drip not touching his ticking penis. "I am going to have to ask that we take separate showers, because I am going to need a cold one to tame this beast." I giggled at the apt description, and nodded my consent risking a quick kiss at his wet tip before I darted away to my shower flashing an impish grin over my shoulder as I ran. I heard him suck in his breath as I made my exit. "You'll pay for that," he bellowed after me. I showered, delicately washing my abused bits and grinning widely at the memory of the abuse. I dressed in blue shorts and a clean white T and an unbuttoned plaid shirt, with my canvas shoes as I expected to be working after the meet. I met dad in a similar shirt but in tight fitting jeans that hugged his bottom perfectly. I held his hand as we left to go meet Coach. To be continued...