Date: Sat, 07 May 2022 22:10:16 +0000 From: Dickson Hill Subject: Lonely Little Boy (chapter 5) gay incest Thanks for reading, if you want to chat, you can do so at dicksonhill@protonmail.com Wickr: dicksonhill or telegram: @DicksonHill. Thanks to those who have written, it keeps me going. 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. ----------------------- Sunday cont. I woke up feeling sore and hungry. Dad was nowhere to be seen. I got up and put on some fresh undies to go and find him. "... no he's napping, he had a difficult day... no we haven't talked about it why? Why do you want to talk to him before I do? What happened?" He slammed down the phone. A pit grew in my stomach. I found him in the kitchen. He was still naked. He stared at the phone looking at it crossly until he saw me standing there and his smile became broad. He came over and swept me into a hug kissing my neck as he did so. "How are you doing my little love?" He asked, in a low loving tone. I melted in his embrace but couldn't take my mind off the phone call. "Was that mom?" I asked timidly. He halted our embrace and searched my eyes before responding, "Yes, are you ok?" His embrace and tender voice assured me I wasn't in trouble for running away, but I fell onto his shoulder as I cried, "Mommy doesn't love me anymore!" And just like that it all came out of its bottle except this time I was safe with the man I needed. "Ahh baby," his hand held my head into his neck as he began a gentle swaying back and forth, "what do you mean, of course she does?" His fingers slipped through my silken blonde hair. I gently wept, "No, I heard her say she doesn't want me anymore." I felt him stop for the briefest second as he took the news. I felt him becoming fiercely hot, yet he continued to sway and stroke my hair. He was quiet for a second, "Maybe you misheard her Book? The no way mom doesn't love and want you, who couldn't want you," he said, willing himself not to believe. I didn't want to tell him she didn't like him either. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I had to make him understand. "She said she didn't want to see either of us anymore and you could keep me." I sniffled miserably into his neck. "Did she say why?" His voice had become low, and in my despair, I missed the danger. "She said you made her angry and didn't want us now." His swaying stopped again, and I could feel the tension in his body. "I believe you son, I am so sorry," he kissed the side of my head. "I need to think a second, can I just hold you while I think?" His voice was unusually calm and even. "Yes please." He carried us over to the couch where our clothes still lay from earlier, and sat. My little crotch pouch nestled warmly against his manly nest of hair as I straddled his lap. He held me close, lightly rubbing his fingertips over my back and bottom. He was tense, almost shaking, I thought he was cold so I rubbed at his skin to warm him. He sat like that for sometime. I had stopped my weeping and just enjoyed his attention. "Book," he asked softly as I was dozing. "Is that the only reason you ran away? Nothing else hurt you?" I was slightly confused, what more reason did I need? "No daddy that was why." "No one hit you?" "No daddy, but it did feel like a punch to my stomach." He squeezed me tighter, "I know buddy, your heart is so tender it must have felt like the world was exploding." "It did feel like that, and all I wanted was you, I ran and couldn't find you and... I'm just glad you are here now." He somehow found it possible to squeeze me even tighter. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me, Book, I shouldn't have just left you there like that, but how could I have known..." he seemed to say the last part to himself. "Buddy, I'm going to talk to your mom as soon as Scott gets home, but I am sure she still loves you, she was just mad at me. I hope you understand that." He pulled me back to look into my eyes trying to find some comprehension. I couldn't tell him he was wrong; he didn't see the look on her face. But he needed me to believe him so I smiled and leaned back into his embrace. He pulled me back again after a second, "Buddy do you think you can sit in your room while I make a call?" I didn't want to leave this, but I always did what was expected. So I smiled brightly and said, "Sure daddy." He popped me off of his lap and kissed me gently before releasing me to my room. "Book, I'm gonna need you to close your door for me ok, I won't be long." I went to my room and closed the door. I got onto my bed and pulled out my latest book. I could hear dad's voice through the door, though I couldn't make out his voice. I was briefly distracted when I heard dad's thundering voice in a tone I had never heard from him before. I wanted to go check on him, but his voice returned to a low growl, plus I was told to stay here. I heard the phone slam again and then something smash on the floor. I couldn't stay put any longer. I found dad bent over the floor with a broom and dustpan. "Don't come in here Book, I broke a mug I don't want your feet to get cut." I watched for the door. Apparently he broke it on the wall, as there was a dent there that hadn't been there before. I frowned, he was upset. "Are you ok?" I asked, sounding worried. He looked up at me and a big grin appeared, "You are here, what could ever be wrong." It was just silly enough to make me grin back. He cleaned up the mess, "Well, buddy, your mother does indeed love you, but we are going to give her space right now, is that ok?" "She needs space from me?" I wilted. He squatted and pulled me into his naked form. "No, she needs space from me, you see we got into an argument and she is mad at me, and I am afraid I didn't make things much better by calling her." He rubbed my sore bottom as he held me. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this Book, I guess I'm making a real mess of the whole `we'll make things work', huh?" I didn't understand why mom's anger at my dad meant she wouldn't want to see me, I could feel a cold emptiness around it. I only held dad tighter. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but how can you when she won't see you. "Can I call her?" He pulled me back and looked at me, "Is this something you need to do?" I nodded. He stood and held my hand while he dialed. He handed me the phone but stayed right next to me. It rang. "Hello?" She answered, sounding testy. I instantly started crying "I'm sorry mommy..." "Tell your father he can't use you to try and make me feel guilty. *click*" I stood there trembling, holding the phone, unable to move. Dad calmly removed the phone from my hands and hung it up. He held my stunned body quietly. I turned to him and hugged him. We stayed like that for a while, him just holding me and me lost in my thoughts. It was past noon, so he set me in a chair at the table and made me a PB&J with milk, and just sat with me while I ate mechanically. I felt something hard growing in me, like a shell. My mind kept going over and over that I don't want to feel this way, and the more I thought about it the less I was feeling, until I was numb to it. Feeling better from feeling nothing, I looked over at dad and found him looking at me with a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine" I informed him, not realizing how empty my voice sounded to him. "I can see that," he looked alarmed although trying to keep it off of his face. I wiped at my eyes, almost curious as to why they were wet. Dad went through a routine, telling jokes and poking me to try and get me to smile, I guess, so I smiled for him. Something in that smile must have told him something because he stopped. "Book..." he began but I cut him off. "Can I go read? it's been awhile since I've done that." "Sure buddy, go ahead." He said sadly. I left without cleaning up after myself. I went to my room, got dressed, took my book and went down to my fort. I dangled my feet in the rain cooled stream. I set my book on my lap, but just stared at the water forgetting my book altogether. I'm not sure if I even blinked. The noise of the light sprinkling served as a background static that kept me in a trance. The only thoughts that broke through were how tired I was and wanted to sleep forever, and how quiet the water looked, how peaceful the water looked, how inviting it... I don't know when it happened or for how long, but I was suddenly aware that my dad was sitting next to me. He was in shorts and a dark blue top. He wore that furrowed brow of concern. It felt wrong when everything else seemed so peaceful. He didn't say anything, and didn't reach for me, just sat and watched me. And then the simplest of acts, he put his hand on top of mine. Just that. I looked up at him again and noticed his eyes were full and wet, almost pleading. I looked back to the water, dimly aware of his hand, but it's presence began to take up more space in my head. I couldn't blot it out, I first just felt its weight, on my smaller hand. Then it's warmth radiating into me, followed by the beat of his heart that seemed to carry more than a pulse on its rhythm. I became aware of a little glowing spot that started in my hand, and made its way to my belly and began to spread throughout my body carrying a warmth that was breaking the chill in my heart and causing a yearning to be held. In a flood it all came out as I dove for his embrace. And sobbed into his arms. He held me fiercely and just caressed me as I purged the ice that was in me. "I'm sorry," I softly wept, into his arms. "Book, you have nothing to be sorry for. You've gone through so much, I'm afraid your little heart was close to actually breaking. I know you are hurting, and you have every right to be, but I want you to know that you never have to go through anything alone." His tone and words worked to try and bandage my soul. "I need you to know something, I need you..." he said it like he was afraid I was leaving. "I need you so much my heart feels like it's going to burst, it is so painful to see you like this, but even that pain won't pull me from your side," he emphasized the last few words, "YOU ARE NOT ALONE." His hug became more intense as though he was trying to force the sentiment into me. I just soaked up his strength, and love. He was giving me confidence. Maybe all I needed was him, if mom didn't want me then he was more than enough. This thought did cause me pain, but not like it had. I kissed his cheek and gave him a genuine smile. "Thanks daddy." I said with a renewed heart full of love. We sat for a bit longer before dad spoke again. "I know this is a sensitive subject, but we have to discuss it, so I'll be plain and frank. I can't let your mom ever hurt you like this again, I don't know if you could survive it." He didn't sound like he was kidding. "She is still your mother though, and while I can't believe she doesn't love you, I also can't let her use you to try to get back at me. Do you understand?" I didn't but I shook my head like I did. "I thought we could be adults and we could work things out, but I won't let her near you again, without me or Scott there, which I am afraid means you won't be seeing her very much if at all. I am very sorry, I know you still love her, and this is hard, but you mean too much to me to put you through anything like you have been through today again." I was sad, but not sad enough to even frown, she didn't want me around anyway, why would she care. "What about sissy?" I asked. He sighed deeply, "Buddy I am very sorry, but I won't let Lizzy be used as a tool either. I am afraid that once she feels that she can't get to me through you, she may try to use her too. I think the best thing for us is to divorce and go our separate ways. She has done so much damage out of pettiness, that she isn't allowed to hurt the people I love anymore, that includes Lizzy." He held my chin and looked sternly into my eyes, "You are going to feel this is your fault somehow, let me say right now and as strongly as I dare, kick that thought out of your head immediately. It is not and could never be your fault. If it wasn't for you and your sister, nothing good would have come out of this marriage. I didn't realize how unhappy your mother was, and I don't think she did either. This is for the best and I hope she finds some peace." "And finally," he continued, not releasing my chin, "I should have made you know this sooner," again he emphasized his words, "No one has the right to treat you like this. You don't deserve it, but let me be more clear, people only have the power over you that you give them, she can only make you feel bad if you let her. Sure it's easy to say and harder to practice, your heart will always be tender, but you choose who is worthy of it." He released my chin and hugged me again. My mind was racing, divorce, no more sissy... I heard the rest of course and it made sense, but the other part is what had my attention. I could see his point, and they made sense intellectually, but emotionally it would take some time to process but what stuck was, he was right, mom shouldn't have hurt me like that, all I wanted was her love and she chose something else. It clicked in my head like a light switch, it still hurt, but I didn't ask for this, I didn't cause this, and suddenly the weight was off my shoulders if not yet my heart. I actually giggled at the sudden release of pressure, and stopped myself feeling it was inappropriate at the time. Dad took the opportunity. "There he is," as he hurled me to the floor of the hut and started tickling me. I fought it but was suddenly laughing and struggling to escape. He wouldn't allow it before I had to yell, "I gotta pee!" He stopped, stood me up, stripped me and grasped my penis to aim as I let loose into the water as I giggled through it. He pulled me into a hug, and stroked my hair, "It's okay to be sad, but always remember I am here and want to help you." I smiled into his embrace feeling whole again and needing to move forward. I took his hand and led him back to the house, almost skipping, I felt so light. We spent the remainder of the day unpacking and chatting, talking occasionally about what divorce meant for us, and my feelings about being lost. It felt good to just talk to him again without feeling the burden the day brought. We got the majority of boxes if not unpacked, at least moved out of the way by the time Coach arrived. "How's my handsome lads?" He called out arms too full to accept hugs. I hugged him around his waist anyway. Dad helped relieve him of his burden and kissed him. "I'm so glad you are home, we are starving and need a night out I think?" "But I just ate and brought cake!" He laughed. "Well you can watch us eat, but go out we will and as a family," he added. Coach dropped the rest of what he was carrying and threw himself into dad's arms and kissed him hard upon hearing those words. "You are a wizard with words," he said, pressing himself into the man. Dad scooped me up as we shared a loud and hilarious hug. "Go wash up," he set me down and lightly tapped my rump to set me one my way. I scooted quickly as I was hungry. I washed my hands and face and put on shoes. I went out to find dad and Coach sitting facing each other talking quietly, dad looked serious, but Coach looked furious. I made some noise to announce my presence, instantly they stopped talking. Coach came over and lifted me into a bear hug. "I am so sorry that bitch did that to you..." "SCOTT... " dad yelped, "she is still his mother!" "She can be both," he said logically, "besides it's high time he knows the truth of it. Sport, some people are broken and try to make others as broken as they are, but we won't let them will we? The world is ours for the taking, and if they don't want to reach out and grab their happiness it isn't our fault." He spun me and dipped me like we were dancing. I held his neck and laughed with him. Dad laughed along, "We should get going before it gets too late." We settled down still giggling like little girls, but headed to the convertible. It had stopped raining and the stars could be seen. Coach put down the top and tossed the keys. "You drive, I just need to hold Tyler right now." We got in, Coach set me on his lap and encircled me in his arms, kissing the top of my head as we went. I felt so filled up with his attention that my face hurt from smiling. We went to a quick service place and ate out on the benches, not caring that they were still wet. Coach filled us in on the dinner and Skip's take of the awards. We laughed at the stories he then regaled us with about his basic training, he left off talking about his tour of duty though. He pantomimed a recruit whose penis was so big he could use it as a kickstand, I laughed so hard my nose burned with the pop coming from it. The atmosphere with these two men that cared for me so much was giving me strength and courage. I thought for a moment. "Can we go see mom again please." I asked with determination. It was quiet suddenly like my statement had doused the flame of our evening. "Book, I don't think that is a good idea..." he earnestly conveyed. I looked at him steadily, "Daddy, I really need this." My eyes practically begged. He looked over at Coach, scratched his head and said, "If this is something you need, we can go over there, but you are not going to be alone." He said putting his hand on mine. Coach added his hand, "Damn right he's not!" "Scott, language!" Dad laughed. I was screwing up my courage for what was to come as we paid and headed to Mom's. We pulled up, and got out. It took a deep breath, walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. Claire answered the door and saw me, flanked by two stone-faced men, arms crossed, she blanched and called out, "Umm I think it's for you." She made way for my mother but stood by just in case. I was fighting tears but my courage held. She looked shocked, then angry at seeing my dad and Coach together, and made as if to speak. I cut her off, "I love you, but I'm a person too, you don't get to treat me like you have because you are mad at someone else." That was the length of my courage. I turned to leave but not fast enough to see the look on her face like she'd been slapped. I hurried from the porch as I heard the door slam shut. I didn't see the looks of pride on dad's face or or the one of triumph on Coach's. We loaded into the car and both men hugged me letting me know their pride. We zoomed away. I didn't know it but that was the last time I would ever see her again. We headed home, me on the edge of sorrow at my words and contagious laughter as Coach held me and recounted her shock in a humorous way. We got home, ate some rather good cake, and prepared for bed. Dad asked me to sleep again with him and Coach saying he didn't want me to be alone tonight. We did our nightly routines, I went to my bathroom, brushed my teeth and stripped to my undies before making my way to their room. Dad was laying on the bed reading, Coach was finishing brushing his teeth, both men were naked. Dad looked over and smiled at me getting out of bed. "You can sleep naked if you want buddy, but you don't have to." I didn't need an invitation, I stripped, leaving my undies where they were and leapt into bed beside dad, snuggling up to him. He laced his arm under my head. Coach turned and saw me in bed, giving me a wink and a smile. He turned off the bathroom lights and came and stood before me on the bed. He suddenly threw his hands in the air mimicking claws, and let out a screech much the same as a dinosaur as he dove for my naked form. I squealed as he grabbed me, played biting at me and blew raspberries on my tummy. I fought back as best I could but he didn't fight fair. "Help dad!" I laughed. He had turned to us smiling at the scene. "Oh you're on your own, I know better than to get in the way of a beast and his prey, but I'll let you in on a little secret, his sides are ticklish." Suddenly the fight wasn't so one sided as Coach fought to keep my hands from his sides while still trying to attack me. He grabbed both of my hands, "Okay, how about we attack the traitor instead?" I giggled and smiled at the idea and left off my former attack, and pounced on dad. He laughed and tried his best to defend himself but two to one was beyond his skill. "No fair," he chuckled, but quickly grabbed me in a headlock and threatened the prisoner unless we gave in. "What do you think Sport?" He paused, waiting for his orders. "NO PRISONERS, WE DON'T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS!" I called through my laughter. Coach jumped to my defense as we fought dad to a stand still. Red faced and flushed, "I give, I give!" He laughed through his spent breath. "How do we treat our prisoners?" Coach asked. "Cruelly!" My eyes sparkled as I leaned into dad for a kiss. He accepted my kiss with a smile. Coach smiled, "If that's cruel, I could use a little cruelty." I giggled and reached up for a kiss from him too. "You should be in prison for your lack of humanity." He teased. We let dad up, we were all huffing from our exertions, we lay back on the bed puffing. Coach poked me from time to time, continuing my giggling. "You two need to settle down or I'll have to separate you." He playfull chastised us. In unison we responded with an appropriately chastised, "Yes Dad!" and shared a conspiratorial grin. "You two will be the death of me," he sighed in mock defeat. Dad reached up and shut off the light, Coach followed suit. The room, only lit by the light of the moon. We lay breathing, me smiling at our play. I felt Coach turn to me, his front making contact with my side. His penis flopped my thigh. I felt, rather than saw him reach across and seemingly begin to fondle my dad. I must have guessed correctly as I felt dad's legs spread and a gentle sigh escape his lips. Coach kissed the top of my head. I could feel Coach's penis as it made its journey from soft to sticking arrogantly into my scrotum. I felt dad turn toward me and draw up to my side, his penis didn't touch my skin but I could feel Coach's hand as it slowly worked my fathers penis. Dad reached across me and searched for Coach's member but grasped my turgid flesh. I sucked in my breath. He didn't release me but added Coach's penis to his grasp as he lightly held and began to caress us together. Coach let out what could only be described as a low growl. They both reached over me and began to kiss. Coach was first to break as he slid down the bed and kissed me tenderly at first but more insistently. Dad having lost his hold of Coach, began to stroke the both of us together, his liquid excitement making the slick friction as our glans bumped and battled each other exhilarating. Coach started licking and kissing my neck, extracting a little moan from me as he moved to my nipples, painting them with his tongue and teasing with his teeth. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I pulled dad into a kiss and feathered my fingers through his short hair. Coach slowly moved his mouth assault down to my belly before making dad stop his friction play. I felt a tongue tease my little member as he tasted the precum dad had left. I heard a faint sound of enjoyment before my member was warmly enshrouded in his mouth with a moderate suction. My free hand suddenly found purchase on my father's dripping penis. I grasped him while working my thumb over his sensitive frenulum and glans spreading the fluid across his head as I did. Coach was lightly tugging my scrotum as his tongue worked to memorize every curve crease and crevice of my boyhood. I groaned into my dad's mouth whose free hand was rubbing and tweaking my nipples. Coach reached up and collected some of my father's ubiquitous precum on his finger and, being careful, used it to rub my still sore little hole. He gently spread the fluid exploring the puffy ring putting pressure on but not entering the muscle. I was beginning to breathe faster, causing Coach to stop his attention. He pressed his finger into my perineum firmly as I began to cool down. Instead he reached over and took my fathers penis in his mouth, moaning at the feeling and taste sensations he found. I felt dad press his hips forward and grasp at Coach's head. He breathed deeply into our kiss. My hand removed from his penis I too played with his nipples, this is my daddy's weak spot as he whimpered at the firm pinch I gave them. Coach turned his body as he continued to work on my father's increasingly sensitive manhood. I suddenly found Coach's fiercely hot penis touching my cheek. I abandoned my kiss and nipple play as I grasped his turgid flesh. I kissed and then licked at it feeling for the little slit with my tongue. I felt dad's cheek pull next to mine as he began battling with my tongue over possession of our goal. Coach took this as an opportunity. He began switching between our penises whenever one or the other gained the upper hand as our tongues and mouths battled around his steely member. It was a fun battle, but soon I was again breathing heavy quick breaths. Coach and dad both took this as a sign and started to work almost exclusively on the other. I couldn't see but feel groping and tugging, thrusting and reaching. I felt petting and exploring on my own body as the heat continued to rise. Dad was the first to start his quick and deep breaths as he approached his climax. He worked faster and harder to bring Coach along with him. I was not to be forgotten, one man's hand found my little spike and firmly stoked my penis' corona, while the other lightly but firmly applied pressure on my pink puffy little bud. As if hitting dominoes, my orgasm hit, causing my little body to arch and pulse in ecstasy, Coach was next he groaned around my dad's erection while it began to pulse and issue forth his reward. Dad as usual was too sensitive and had to make a retreat but Coach stayed put while dad continued to nurse at his font. I was lost in a sea of sensational warmth, the smell of man and a pulsing glow that permeated my body. Coach eventually turned around, and he and dad began a tender and deep kiss sharing each other's flavor with the other. Both men's now flaccid penis' lay on my leg, I lightly caressed both men enjoying the heft of their manhood. I felt lips on either side of my face as both men caressed my body and kissed their affection into my cheeks. This was a complicated dance that while certainly satisfying, somehow lost the feeling of closeness. I enjoyed it especially being with both men, but it felt chaotic and rushed, no real time for the intimacy I so loved. I knew that I wouldn't turn down such an encounter again, but also knew that I preferred the closeness of one on one discovery. Despite my thoughts I was happy and sated. And with a final, "I love you," meant for both men. I was asleep.