Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2022 22:18:26 +0000
From: Dickson Hill <Dicksonhill@protonmail.com>
Subject: Lonely Little Boy (chapter 3) gay incest

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We piled into dad's car. Somehow I liked this vehicle better than
Coach's convertible. Yes, I loved riding with the top down, but in
daddy's car, I could sit close to the driver and cuddle. I snuggled up
to dad as he got to driving. We had a way to go as this tournament was in
a different town.


I was thinking about the "repayment" I received from dad, and the many
sensations he gave me. His scratchy stubble, the biting various parts of
my body, and the pressure on my little hole. It added up to such
powerfully overwhelming feelings that hit me so hard. I had to talk about
it.


"Daddy?" I began softly, I was still shy about talking about these
things. I knew it wasn't an issue any more with dad, but it was still
new enough that I didn't know how to express it all.


"Yeah Book?" he replied, putting his arm around me hugging me to his
side.


"Umm, thank you for, you know... it was very nice." I began,
uncertainly.


Dad smiled coyly, "Oh yeah what was nice? Breakfast?"


"No silly," I giggled, "you know, the... stuff we did."


"Oh the... stuff," his voice held mirth at my inability to speak my
mind. "You are most welcome, you know I enjoyed it too. I love making
you feel good."


"Yeah that's just it, you are very good at it," I said bluntly,
catching what I wanted to say and then instantly blushing at my
enthusiasm.


Dad barked a laugh, "Thank you, son, I am glad you think so." His smile
was broad and carried a sense of pride.


"That's not what I meant," he looked down at me, mock wounded. "I
mean, that is what I meant, but not what I meant, oh I don't know, I
mean you know a lot about what makes me feel good." he rubbed my tummy
to encourage me to go on. "I mean you had so many things happening, I
couldn't keep up and I wanted more and less and... it was good. When I
couldn't use my hands to get to you, it was so frustrating but made me
have to try and focus to stay... sane... I guess... you know what I mean?"


"Oh yes do I ever, receiving pleasure is amazing, and sometimes it's
heightened by being helpless to do nothing but receive it. But I'll let
you in on a little secret." he lowered his voice conspiratorially. I
held my breath and listened closely. "You get just as much joy from
giving someone those feelings as you do receiving them, sure you might
not get an orgasm, but your noises, the expressions on your face and the
way your body responds, is enough to send me over the edge. In other
words, I love giving you those feelings, I am so lucky to have you, you
have no idea."


"I think I have some idea," I offered while pondering his words. ""I
love to touch you and to see your reactions too," I said this while
grasping the indecent mound that was making its way down the leg of his
jeans. "I was satisfied the other day just making you feel good, but you
meant you are lucky to have me and I do know what you mean there, I am
lucky to have you too. Skip is older than me, and he didn't know anything
about what to do. He didn't have anyone that cared enough to show him or
share with him this stuff," I switched to fondling his tecticles through
his jeans as he had made a dark wet spot on his pants.


He adjusted himself to make room in his tight jeans, "Probably a bad
idea to wear these around you in public," he laughed. "In a way, you
are right, it's sad that he doesn't have anywhere safe to explore his
feelings, but in a way you're wrong too. Not everyone wants this kind of
intimacy, I know I never thought about it, and I am sure Scott feels the
same. I am glad Skip found you, but I want you to know a couple of
things, and this is serious so please pay attention. I know I can trust
you so I don't have to go on about privacy, but I do need to say that
there may come a time when Skip asks about us, or wants to see if we,
Coach and I will do things with him like we do with you. One, I trust
you, but I would advise that he not know about what we do, I don't mind
him knowing about Scott and I, but not us, okay?"


I already knew that this wasn't something I could share with anyone,
"Yes daddy," I replied.


"Good and two, if he ever mentions that he wants to do something with
us, do not encourage it, that is a definite no from Scott and I. We have
discussed it, sure Skip is cute, but we are not interested. Besides, how
could we do better than you anyway," he said, pinching my side.


I screeched in delight. "Ok daddy, I hadn't thought about him wanting
to do things with you. He did say you and Coach were very good looking
though," that was a new thought, Skip with dad, no I didn't like the
sound of that, maybe Skip and Coach but not my daddy, but dad said no so
it was no.


"Oh he thinks we're good looking huh? Well that changes everything,"
he teased me.


I socked him on his leg and laughed.


"No fair, you beast," he said, pretending to be hurt while rubbing the
"pain" away. "Don't worry, I have all I want with you and Scott."


"Me too," I said, "but, I want to play with Skip too," I said
blushing.


He chuckled, "That is more than fine, as long as it's what you want."
He rubbed my belly firmly to emphasize his approval.


We talked about nothing and everything as we drove the rest of the way to
the event. I stopped teasing dad's groin so he could be dry by the time
we got there, but leaned my head into his chest while he continued to
caress me.


I was excited to see the tourney by the time we got there. We parked and
entered the building. This town was larger and its facility was more
impressive. There were a few buses from a couple of different places
meaning this would be a packed event.


As soon as we entered, the smell of chlorine hit my nose and made me want
to join the swimming, but dad holding my hand, led me through the crowd
as we found a seat. We didn't see Coach right away but what we did see
was shocking.


All the boys swimming in the event were naked. I couldn't believe they
milled about as if nothing was out of place, while so many spectators
looked on. But that was by far not the strangest thing. Also swimming in
this event were girls, who were fully clothed. I did not want to see them
undressed by any means, but my mind couldn't grasp why boys would be
naked and not girls or maybe the better way to put it was why girls wore
suits but not boys.


"Why..." dad stopped me by answering the question as it came out of my
mouth.


"Swimmers think that suits slow them down so they often don't wear them
while competing, and girls... to be honest I don't really know why they
don't want to be faster... probably someone thinks it's indecent... I
don't know, we'll ask Coach." We spotted Coach as he said this. I was
surprised that he wore loose shorts and a polo. He carried a clipboard
and was scowling at its contents.


I spotted Skip, he was stretching and swinging his arms in circles, I
guess I never got around to asking what events he swam, but his whole
team was doing the same warmups. There were two pools, the girls were
using one and the boys the other. Unlike our pool there were big concrete
diving boards at one end of the boys pool, where some boys in speedos
were gathered around.


"Why do they wear suits," I asked, pointing.


Dad followed my finger, "I would imagine that it's to prevent hurting
your gonads as the water slapped on you as they dived into the water, but
that's just a guess."


We heard a loud "HEY!" Skip rushed over, not running but definitely
rushing. Coach heard and saw us and came more slowly toward us.


He came up to us as I made my way down the concrete stands. He grasped
both of my hands as he made it to me. "You came!" he looked as if he
was going to hug me, but fought off the notion. "I am so glad you came,
you'll be cheering for me I hope," He smiled widely.


"Of course you dope," I teased, "with your energy, I expect you to win
even the events you aren't in," I laughed.


He laughed as well and lost the battle to hug me. He quickly let go and
sat down with his hands in his lap. He leaned over to me and whispered,
"He hasn't behaved himself since I had a talk with Coach." Instead of
looking embarrassed like I would, he was smiling loud and proud.
"What'll you give me if I win," he asked a very leading question still
in a whisper.


"A kiss for every medal." I smiled, liking him very much.


"I guess I have to win all the events then," he puffed up his chest.


"Skip, get out there and focus," Coach chided, coming up to us, and
dropping his voice, "that is if you can stand,"


"I'm good now Coach, besides I have a big reason to win," he said
loudly.


Coach chuckled, "I bet, now get out of here, go warm up your team."


Skip hustled away. "I can't have you here distracting my team," Coach
smiled down at me. "I mean give them a fair shot." he added to
emphasize his joking tone.


I stood and hugged Coach, "I hope you win a lot." I sincerely said.


"I have the hardest job you know, I have to walk up and down the side of
the pool holding a clipboard and shout at the swimmers... I work so
hard," he feigned exhaustion. I aimed a fist at him which he dodged as
he chuckled. "Skip is cleared to come over and help and stay the night,
in case he didn't tell you," his smile seemed to insinuate more than he
said.


Dad chose that moment to come down to us. It was so awkward knowing that
they wanted to hug, but couldn't. It made me a little sad, so I held
dad's hand, and squeezed it. It was unfair that people who loved each
other couldn't show it. Instead they had a weird conversation that
seemed so stilted, "I am glad you could make it, hope you enjoy the
competition." "Thanks, I will be cheering for your team." and then a
robotic hand shake, and the parting of ways.


"I'm sorry daddy," I said quietly, firmly squeezing my hand.


Dad knew instantly what I meant. "It's the way of things, Book, but
don't worry," he said, kneeling down and whispering in my ear, "What I
have planned for him tonight, more than makes up for it." he patted my
bottom to drive the point home.


We made our way back to our seats. As the matches hadn't as yet started
I looked around at the spectators. I saw a couple of parents talk to
their children before going to their seats. But one man caught my eye. He
was speaking with a naked little boy with dirty blonde hair, who gave him
a hug before running off to join his team. He came and seemed to
deliberately choose a seat next to me and my dad. He was very good
looking. He shook my dad's hand and offered it to me as well. I was on
the other side of dad so I stretched to shake his hand. They chatted for
a bit, I didn't catch his name, but the man's gaze kept finding its way
back to me. There was something abyssal and naughty in his attention that
honestly stirred me a bit. Dad broke the tension by asking.


"Is that boy your son? He looks like he's a strong swimmer."


"No, he's my nephew, Evan, I take him to these meets, his parents have
other kids to look after. I don't mind though I like watching him." I
got the feeling he wasn't just talking about swimming.


Somewhere a whistle blew signaling the start of the events. Over the
loudspeaker events were called along with the teams and swimmers.
Coach's name and team were called out, dad and I cheered loudly
especially when Matthew, (Skip's real name) was called. After a time the
man sitting beside dad stood and yelled for what could only be his
nephew's team cheering loudest after Evan was called out.


The event was exciting, especially when our team was up or had won. By
the end of the tournament, Skip or the team he was relaying with won four
events. I blushed thinking of what I now looked forward to paying him.


The stands were emptying, the man next to dad stood and shook hands with
us again. Before heading down to meet his nephew who apparently also did
well. I saw them hug as soon as they met, and the man looked back to see
if I was looking, rubbed his hand down his nephew's smooth backside. The
nephew smiled brightly and took his uncle by the hand to the changing
room, which he obviously did not follow him into and instead waited
around for him to come out.


Skip came bounding over to us with Coach following behind.


"Four," he proclaimed proudly as I blushed my eagerness.


Coach ruffled Skip's wet hair, "You did amazing, you pulled that relay
through almost by yourself," he said then continued while smiling and
addressing me, "it's almost as though someone had lit a fire under your
butt." I of course, blushed but not Skip. How did Skip stay so cool...?


"Did you hear I get to come help and stay the night," he was skipping
around as he spoke. His penis danced with him to the point that I was
glad I was fully clothed. Skip didn't notice.


"Yes, I am really looking forward to it." I guess something in my tone
must have caught Skip, because he stopped dead, and had a seat. Dad and
Coach chuckled.


"Need me to get you a towel, Skip?" Coach teased.


"That might not be a bad idea, but just give it a sec and I will go get
changed." he switched his attention to me. "I wish I could ride with
you but we have to ride the bus, team rules. But I will see you at
Coach's apartment to help move."


"And we are there to work..." Coach broke in. "You can have... fun,
later."


Skip groaned, "Umm Coach, maybe you better get me a towel."


Coach chuckled as he went off to get the requested towel.


Upon receiving it, Skip quickly wrapped it around himself and just as
quickly hugged me, before bounding off again to shower and change.


Dad laughed, "That was mean, even for you Scott." They laughed at their
little joke, leaving me clueless yet again.


Coach eventually left to go gather his team. Dad and I made our way to
the car and left to go to Coach's apartment.


"Dad, did you see that man sitting next to you hugging his nephew? Do
you think they are like us?"


"Book, I am sure of it, the nephew seemed to like his attention though,
I hope they are more careful."


"Are there a lot of people like us?"


"No, not many actually, or at least not many that admit to it."


That gave me a lot to think about. It's too bad Skip didn't have a
person like I did, and I had two. That seemed unfair, but I couldn't do
anything about that, I told myself sadly.


Eventually we arrived back in our town. Dad stopped and picked up some
fast food for the four of us before we headed to Scott's place and let
ourselves in. A mean looking man came to check on us and reminded us that
he had to be out by midnight. Dad politely assured him we would be done
well before then and that we were here to help Coach and were bringing
more help to speed things along. The man rudely harrumphed his
acknowledgement and trundled off to wherever trolls lived, I wickedly
thought.


We set about organizing as we waited for Skip and Coach to appear.


"You know, you would think having been in the military, he would have
found some way to change his habits," dad complained fondly as he folded
Coach's delicates. "He was always messy in college. His head was always
onto the next thing. I think that's why I fell for him honestly. He was
so different from me, straight laced, nose to the grindstone. Coach
always led with his heart and me with my head." he was smiling in a
wistful way.


Coach and Skip showed up soon after. Skip rushed into the bedroom where I
was, hugged me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.


"One down," he said.


"Nope, that was you kissing me, I think I said I would give you the
kisses." Skip appeared to like the sound of that but Dad and Coach came
in to let us know it was time to eat and then we would get busy.


We worked until it was dark but eventually everything was packed. Dad or
Coach would make trips with boxes and take Skip who proved to be not that
great at organized work, but was great at loading and unloading. Finally
we were ready for the last trip. This time both cars were full, and Coach
went off to hand in the keys.


He came back and said, "Man that guy is a jerk, I paid extra to get out
of the lease, but you'd think I had stolen from him, and he already has
it rented. Well good riddance to bad rubbish." he said looking back in
the direction of the landlord's place.


Dad took Coach's hand, stopping his rant and said softly to him,
"Let's go home."


Coach hugged him, "I really like the sound of that."


We each left, two to each vehicle. I rode with dad, and found myself
excited by the prospect of Coach's moving in, but also the sleepover. I
had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach from the anticipation.


We unloaded the last of the items and set about getting a quick dinner.
Fortunately I liked tuna sandwiches, and with the company it was nearly a
feast with everyone laughing. We all headed off for separate showers, we
stank.


Skip was fast to my room and was naked before I even came in. His
erection bounced with his excitement. I got undressed which I could see
him fighting himself from speeding me up. I teased him by going slower.
He scowled at me playfully catching on to my game. It appears there would
be no truth or dare tonight.


Finally we headed into my shower. I set the temp to the hotter side of
warm, and stepped in. Skip was definitely not shy about his intentions.
He grabbed the soap and started washing me. His expression was so intent
and focused, like he wanted to memorize every curve and angle of my body.
I will say though that if he cleaned himself like he cleaned me, he was a
very dirty boy. He did a cursory almost perfunctory washing of my
extremities before heading straight for my penis. His gaze was intense as
he grasped me and a little unskillfully "boyhandled" my member he was
curious and a bit rough with his clumsy manipulations. By this time I had
learned enough to know what I liked, this was not it, but I knew he
didn't know better.


It was at that time a seldom seen side of me took over. I pushed his
hands away from their child like exploration, and took the soap from him.
I pushed him back against the wall leaning into him making sure to use my
slicked form to slide against him. On my toes I pulled his head down into
a firm kiss, licking his lips and holding his head in place. He was like
a stunned puppy. I breathed into his mouth, "That's one." His glazed
eyes said it all.


I kept my eyes on his as I slowly lathered him, giving him a thorough
wash starting at his shoulders and lifting each arm and carefully washing
his pits. I moved down his chest giving special attention to his erect
but tiny nipples, to his taught and quivering tummy.


I went to his feet and started working my way up. Firmly squeezing and
massaging his thighs before turning him around. He crossed his arms in
front of his head as he cushioned it against the wall. I spread his legs
as I scrubbed at his back making my way down to his backside. I soaped my
hands up well as I leaned my body against him forcing him against the
wall, making sure he felt my erection against his thigh as I slowly moved
my hand down his spine. Reaching the mounds of his bottom I teased the
flesh squeezing his roundness, before I deliberately used my slick hand
and moved between the cleft rubbing my middle finger firmly on his bud.
He moaned and felt him pushing back on my finger.


He made a move as if to grasp his penis, instead I used a move I had
recently learned. I took his hand and trapped it above his head against
the wall. "Not yet," I whispered into his ear, and then nibbled the
lobe. This seemed to work for him as he started to shiver. I continued to
work his backside while nibbling his ear for a second before releasing
him and turning him around.


The look on his face was one of pure lust mixed with wonder. His penis
looked so hard it hurt. I laid my hand flat against his trembling belly
and moved it slowly to his sparse patch of pubic hair gently caressing
his pubic mound as I let the back of my hand bump the tip of his penis.


He was breathing heavily as I lightly grasped his testicles and
"washed" them in one hand before kneeling and kissing the tip of his
penis firmly. I looked him in the eyes which looked about to pop out of
his head, "That's two."


I stood and rubbed the tips of our penises very lightly together, I knew
he must be on a hair trigger. Forcing them together finally and grinding
them, I reached up and pulled his head down into another kiss, this time
forcing my tongue into his mouth as he, clumsily at first but quickly
caught on, tried to defend against the intruder with his tongue.
"That's three" I hummed around our kiss.


When he seemed to be just about unable to support his own weight anymore,
I knelt and took his pretty penis in my mouth and showed him another way
tongues worked as he shot his semen into my mouth. I swallowed his small
offering, keeping his penis warm and secure in my mouth as it slowly
became softer. He sank to sitting as the water cascaded around him.


He looked spent and bewildered, I let him enjoy the afterglow as I gave
myself a proper wash.


I turned off the water. Skip's penis was still erect but red and angry
looking. His eyes never left me as I helped him up, and we exited the
shower. I leaned him against the counter as I dried him, avoiding his
penis which stayed rampant. I even helped him put on his underwear,
adjusting his penis for him, as he just kept watching me. Honestly it
became a little unnerving. I dried and pulled up my undies.


Finally he spoke, "How...?" I suddenly realized how much I exposed dad
Scott and I. "How did you do that?" He breathed, reaching his hand down
to his package and giving it a squeeze like he was making sure it was
real.


I tried to pull off a misdirection, "Do you think you were the only one
Coach had a talk with?" I desperately hoped he would buy it.


He looked uncertain, but said as he smiled again, "We definitely didn't
have the same talk," but he let it go.


We returned to the more mundane aspects of the evening, brushed out teeth
and combed our hair, Skip glued to my side. We went to find the others
and maybe watch some tv before bed.


The tv was on and dad and Coach were there clad only in t-shirts and
undies, but both had fallen asleep, Coach snuggled into my dad. They
looked so cute, and Skip nearly squealed with delight at seeing such
intimacy. I gently shook them awake, loathe to break up such a cute
scene.


They both startled awake, finding it unsettling that they had fallen
asleep, and stretched out the sleep in them.


"I am sorry fella's looks like we won't be much fun," dad said,
hugging Coach into him. "I am afraid today has left us exhausted. You
can stay up, but we are going to bed," he said, looking to Coach for
confirmation. Coach yawned and stretched his confirmation.


They stood and left, but not before giving us both hugs, both dad and
Coach making sure not to disturb Skip's still erect penis. Coach left
with a quick quip, "You both look so adorable together," hanging like
pleasant perfume hanging in the air.  They didn't shut the door, I guess
in case they quickly needed to come to our aid or something.


"I don't much want to watch tv," Skip said less than subtly.


"Me either," I replied, going and shutting off the tv.


We did lay on the couch though. Skip spooned me. He seemed to have
learned a thing or two as he brushed aside my hair and lightly kissed my
ear. I turned my head to him as he gently kissed my lips, and the more
firmly as I surrendered to their insistence.


His hand held my chin for a second and it made its way down to my
underwear. He slowly pushed past the elastic of my tighty whities as he
gently cupped my groin. He let himself softly explore the contents of my
underwear as we continued to kiss.


"I had wanted to play truth or dare," he whispered, "but this is so
much better." The arm being used as a pillow, suddenly held my head in a
sort of gentle headlock as he held my head to his.


I spread my legs lacing one over him to give him better access. I was
enjoying his ministrations. He was slowly pumping my erection in my
briefs causing sweet tingles. Finally he broke our spoon and straddled
me. I could feel my tent brushing his backside, as he lay down and kissed
my neck, a soft spot for me.


He moved his way down and kissed my nipples but seemed to be still unsure
what role they played. He kissed his way down to my undies as he kissed
my rampant member through my shorts. He spent a good while making love to
my covered penis before he lowered my undies and took it in his mouth.
While he was inexperienced it still felt wonderful, he lightly fondled my
testes as he made noise slurping on my member.


Suddenly the light came on and dad, naked stepped into the room.


"Oh my god, I am so sorry boys, the lights were off, and, oh god I am so
sorry," he covered himself and shut off the light retreating to his
room.


I was embarrassed but Skip didn't miss a beat, "That was cool," he
giggled, as he renewed his attack with gusto. It wasn't long before the
shock and enthusiasm of Skip's suddenly more urgent assault had me
twitching in Skip's mouth. I had to pull him off as I was sensitive
after. I pulled him into a kiss, my wet penis still exposed and pressed
against his still hard cotton covered member. I tasted my penis in his
mouth as we kissed deeply enjoying our touching. "That's four," I
counted after some time, he giggled.


"Better than medals."


We got up and went to my room, we climbed in bed. "Your dad sleeps
naked," he said, "he is really good looking. Do you wanna sleep naked
together," he asked, already throwing his undies on the floor. I threw
mine on top of his as a response. He kept touching me as we started
caressing each other. He did have a nice penis and I kept stroking it.


"What you did to my butt felt great, where did you learn that?"


"I just thought it felt good washing myself there, I thought you might
like it too." I lied.


"You were not wrong, I'll wash you there next time." He said rubbing
my backside as if he wished he could do so now. He scooted close to me
and started humping his penis into mine, I grasped both of our penises as
best I could as his humping became more urgent. I tried something that
had worked for me, and lightly bit his neck. It worked for him as much as
it worked for me. His body convulsed as he shot in my hand and on my
penis. Finally still holding us both, I could feel his penis deflate. He
lay his body into me hugging me tenderly as he slowly came down from
whatever cloud he had reached.


I got up after he seemed to be coming around. I went and washed my hands
and cleaned up my crotch. I brought a warm washcloth and gently washed
Skip up as he relaxed still in his euphoria. Finally I climbed into bed
beside him and wrapped myself around his naked still glowing body. We
fell into a deep sleep.


To be continued...