Date: Sun, 15 May 2022 22:12:01 +0000 From: Dickson Hill Subject: Lonely Little Boy chapter 6 ------------- 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 ------------------ Monday I woke early, warmly sandwiched between the two beautiful men that I adored. My little man informed me that I needed relief. I carefully scooted my naked form across my dad's, spread wide body. I especially enjoyed dragging my bits across his furred belly. He stirred and smiled up at me, brushing the sleep from his eyes, he looked over at the clock. He had a bit of time before his alarm went off so he reached over and turned off the device, reaching up, he pulled me into a warm hug as his body stretched out its morning fatigue. I basked in the welcome embrace, but my bladder had other plans. I kissed his soft lips before breaking his embrace and hurrying to his restroom. I quickly released a strong stream, relaxing into the feeling of the first whiz of the day. Dad sidled up to me as I finished and he aimed and let loose. I leaned into his side while he held me to it. He shook off and we went to wash our hands. "How are you doing this morning," he asked when we exited the room to go get breakfast. He always asked such broad questions, did he mean the whole emotional debacle with mom, the no longer present soreness in my backside, or the encounter with Coach, he and I? In all cases I was ok, but each answer had its nuances. "I'm okay," I answered, eager to talk about all three. He laughed, "Okay out with it, that was the lamest "okay" I've ever heard, what do you want to talk about." "How about everything... but specifically... well, I guess everything." I smiled. "My backside isn't sore anymore, is it always so hard to get to the good stuff?" "No not always," he said, getting pans and ingredients out while talking, "but you are small and it will take time to get you ready every time. Are you ok with what we did?" I pondered that, it wasn't an everyday thing, but dad made me feel so safe and protected I wouldn't be afraid next time. "Yes, it was pretty nice, after a bit." I blushed my response. He gave me a smile that I felt in my belly. "It was fun for me too, thank you for being so brave." My smile was so big it threatened to split my face. "Do we have to, you know have sex with all three of us all the time?" I didn't want to make him think I didn't like it, but wanted to know if that was how it would be now. He looked concerned. "Book, be honest, did you not like what we did last night?" He asked after coming over, placing his hands on my knees and squatting in front of me to peer into my eyes. "It was ok, I just like it better when it's just me and you, or sometimes Coach," I added so he wouldn't think I didn't like playing with Coach. "Okay, I want to make sure you know, that you never have to do anything you don't want to with either of us, and we won't be mad at you at all, you participate only if you want to, you got it?" He squinted, trying to ascertain my understanding. "Yes daddy, I do like it, just so much more when it's just two," I said, twirling my fingers in his chest hair. "Okay buddy, just remember when you say no, it means no." He patted my knees and went back to his preparations. "What about mom," he asked carefully, watching my expression out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be casual. "You haven't mentioned her yet." My shoulders sagged a bit, not out of sadness, which would always hover near that subject, but out of resignation. "I'm fine, it's sad that she is so angry, but I didn't do that, and won't let it hurt me anymore." "Grown men, sometimes never get to that point, so good for you. Just remember what I said, it's okay to be sad about it, as long as you always find me to help you through it okay?" I nodded my agreement. I sat for a while, dad continued to cook, I just sat admiring his backside as he worked with a dreamy goofy smile on my face, and a ready to play penis which I idly teased. I was finding that I really liked to look at my dad's body. I rested my chin on my hands as I watched his lightly fur covered cheeks move against each other. I wanted to go and just smell him. His smell, since I can remember, filled my head and made it fuzzy. He turned and his penis came into view, it's length extending from the dark hair at his crotch, it swayed in his movement over his loose scrotum. My glazed eyed smile spread and obtained a quirk to it as I admired his manhood. My heart swelled that this man was mine and I was his. I am ashamed to admit that I let out a sigh like a love struck teenaged girl watching some ballad singing crooner. I snapped out of it, aware that I was being watched. Dad had stopped what he was doing and seeing my look, blushed all over his body. "You really know how to give a guy a compliment." He said, in a low husky voice. He cleared his throat, "Would you go wake up Scott, before that look becomes a reason for me being late to work." His eyes sparkled with his delight. I blushed at being caught in my daydream, and beat it out of there to go do as I was asked. I found Coach, curled up on the bed, his natural rhythms already beginning to wake him. His erection sent him messages from his bladder and the light intruding into his slumber. I took a page from his playbook, and lightly ran a finger along the length of his turgid member, tracing a path from his root to his crown. He stirred, a light movement of his legs. I circled the corona of his sex with the light touch of my finger, a smile and the light moan of a pleasant interruption. His eyes flicked open and seized upon mine. He grabbed at me surprisingly quickly for a man just awake. Pulling me atop his fit body, he held me roughly as he kissed me good morning. "Two things you need to learn Sport: a sailor who's been in action, never sleeps too soundly, and two, you should never play with a loaded weapon." He gently turned me on my back and pinned me as he bit at my torso and chest, causing me to squeal with delight. He let me up but not before placing a little kiss on my rampant little soldier. "Gotta get going before this weapon discharges on its own," he winked down into my face as he hopped up and hurried to the restroom. I heard him splash the water with his stream, flush and then emerge to wash his hands. "How long have you two been up? Breakfast smells great!" He said, pulling me from the bed. "Not long, but I am hungry." We made our way to the kitchen, He put a finger to his lips as he began to sneak up on dad. He crept up behind him and waited till it was safe before he twirled my father around and pressed his naked form into my dad's. He kissed him deeply, pulling dad into him, hand pressed into his lower back. Dad laced his arms around Coach's neck, closed his eyes and accepted and returned it with interest. "Ti amo," Coach said, releasing dad. Dad slapped Coach's bare cheek as he walked to the table. "Je vous aime." He playfully replied. Coach rubbed at his cheek and winked at dad. I fairly tingled at seeing them together. Up till this point I had thought I had known what love between adults looked like, now to see two people actually in love was dizzying. It felt almost indecent, like I was seeing something intimate and private, yet open and beautiful. Coach came and sat, to a breakfast of scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage. Dad ate a little faster so he could get a shower before heading out to work. Coach and I, having no real expectations for the day, ate leisurely. Dad reappeared shortly after we finished cleaning up the kitchen. He kissed Coach goodbye and knelt to hug me in his usual manner, rubbing my naked little bottom, I kissed his neck in return. He whispered, "I love you Book." before standing. "Don't get into too much trouble," he taunted us with a wink, as he left for the day. Coach and I looked at each other. He smiled and wrapped my head in his arms and rubbed it with his knuckles. "Let's go get a shower Sport." I began heading to my room. "I meant with me buddy," he said with a mischievous smile. I grinned and held his hand as we went to his bathroom. I knew this was not going to be a quick efficient shower just by the quirk of his smile. We brushed our teeth as the water was brought up to temp. As usual Coach turned it into a playful competition. He kept elbowing me to mess me up and laugh as I tried to push him back. I don't even know how one would competitively brush one's teeth, but he always made the mundane fun. I was first to spit. After he spit, he grabbed my chin, "No way you could win, flag on the play, judge to make the call." He teased as he bent and kissed me. He used his tongue to explore my mouth. He held my face while smoothing my hair. I breathlessly held his hand with mine as I enjoyed the inspection. His eyes sparkled, "You cheated," was his final judgment. Indignantly I replied, "I did not." He pulled my face close to his, his eyes pure seduction, "You already started out perfect, cheater." I giggled at the pure silliness of his compliment but gave him a peck on the lips anyway. "You can do better than that." He chuckled. "Not when I'm accused of cheating," I played the hurt indignation card. "Oh it's going to be like that is it?" His tone changed. He turned off the shower. And pulled me over to the bed. "There are other ways to deal with cheaters," he said as solemnly as his playful nature would allow. He sat on the bed and pulled me over his knees. I was curious as to what was going to happen when `smack'. I felt his hand come down on one of my buttocks. I was shocked, no one had ever struck me before. It didn't hurt of course but I didn't know what to think, when, `smack' another assault on my previously untouched cheek. I couldn't giggle, I started to move when I realized my penis was painfully hard on Coach's leg. `Smack' the light punishment his hands were giving actually felt nice. I was beginning to suspect this wasn't even play punishment, I felt the pressure of his rampant member pressed into my hip. `Smack' the movement was creating friction between my little penis and his leg. He lifted me up, "Did you learn your lesson?" He smiled like he had when he won truth or dare. I wanted to play mad at him, but I caught the giggles at the absurdity of it all. I wrenched myself free and threw my weight into him to try to tackle him to the bed. He allowed himself to be tackled. I balled my fists and began pelting him with mock fury. I sat astride his tummy as he laughed and put in a more than adequate defense against my onslaught. Eventually he let me pin him. I lowered my head to his and teased him with kisses that never really landed, brushing my lips over his. His toothy smile let me know he was onto my game. I moved to his neck, letting just the whisper of my lips move over his skin. I could feel goose bumps begin to rise. I started to tug at the hair on his chest with my teeth while I moved to his nipples and again just barely touching flesh to flesh. As I kept moving lower I could feel his potency poking at my cheeks. "Teasing is not nice," he said, grasping the mounds of my behind. "You seem to be full of bad behavior today, cheating and now teasing..." he flipped me over easily and pinned me in turn. "What punishment befits this crime?" He peered through a wicked grin. "Tickling?" His fingers poked at my sides, evoking a squeal and a buck to try and dislodge him. "We already know spankings don't work," he said, rubbing my bottom in a less than strictly friendly manner. "Hmmm," he said still rubbing my behind firmly, "I got it, water torture." He instantly scooped up my struggling and giggling form. He easily overpowered me. He held me sideways in one arm as he went and turned on the shower again, I kicked and struggled pinching at his rear to escape. "Struggle all you like mister, this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me..." he bullied me into the water. Setting me down he grabbed the soap and proceeded to wash me. My smooth body shivered in anticipation. He left my penis alone as he turned me and scrubbed and rinsed my back. This was far from torture, I thought, until I felt his attitude change. He pushed me against the wall. He held my hands above my head as he took the soap and taking its edge, traced it slowly down my spine, weaving deftly between the vertebrae. He bent and licked the curve of my ear following it down to the lobe which he alternately sucked and nibbled. The water warmly whisked away the suds as they cascaded over my slickened backside. The edge of the soap continued on its path until it met the cleft of my buttocks. Coach lightly played it over the mounds of flesh teasing the crevasse as he swabbed it up and down. I heard the soap drop from his hands. He went about using the slippery lather with just his fingers as he pierced the divide. He moved from my earlobe to my neck as he again alternated between light teeth play and gentle suction. I felt his fingers explore the valley of my bottom until I felt his fingers zone in on and target my little bud. He used the soap to both cleanse and titillate me. He gently traced the ring of muscle and then broke the seal of my anus. He swirled his fingers around the opening clearing and cleaning it. He let the warm water purify the area. I was breathing hard, my head getting fuzzy. Releasing my hands, he knelt behind me and pushed my legs further apart. Using both hands he spread my cheeks. He blew warm air over my puckered hole, causing it to flex. He placed his finger against the twitching wrinkle and lightly teased it. Removing his finger, he bent back and kissed my most hidden parts, he used his lips to massage my hole as the warm water streamed around it. I moaned as I felt him slowly drag his tongue across me, applying pressure at my weakest point. I pushed back against his assault as I groaned. He lightly smacked my hind quarter, "This is supposed to be the water torture, don't let me catch you enjoying it." He went back to his torture techniques, he played his tongue in zig zags over the nerve rich skin, testing the circular terrain for particularly tortuous posts. I kept stifling a moan or a groan in my attempt to fight my enjoyment. He moved one of his hands around and let a finger tease the length of my boyhood charms eliciting a shudder from my aroused body. He gently pulled at my heat loosened scrotum as he lightly ran the scruff of his unshaven chin over my pink hidden spot. I could feel the twitching of my rectal muscles as his tongue began to try to wrestle its way into my most hidden chamber. I gasped as I felt him break the seal with him worming his way past it's protection. He moaned at the reflexing protestation as the muscles worked to evict its new tenant. His fingers on my penis worked more roughly as they focused on my most sensitive parts of the tip. My hips fought over which way to push and couldn't decide which sensation felt better. I was getting close to the point of no return when he stood. He again took my arms and held them over my head. I felt him step nearer as his furiously hot penis slid its way into the cleavage of my bottom. I tensed, but instead of trying to enter me, he worked the head of his member firmly back and forth over my little bud. He kissed my hands that were caught in his. He was not slow or even gentle, as he worked his manhood between my cheeks, the friction and the sudden rigor of the motions as well as his rough handling of my glans, caused me to clench my bottom around his trusting member as my orgasm took hold. I heard him gasp as he pushed once again across my little bud and felt hot viscous liquid pulse from his twitching penis and fill the crevasse of my behind. His hand quickly replaced his penis as he smeared his semen over my tight hole. "Consider yourself tortured," he panted as his relaxed weight pinned me to the shower wall. He jacked up the heat of the water as we let it relax us out of our glow and rinse us of the evidence of his torture. We lazily finished our shower, got out and dried off. He swaddled me in a large towel and carried me out to the couch, where he cuddled me and planted little kisses on my helpless face. "That was fun," I smiled up at him. "I thought you were going to, you know, put your penis in me." I said shyly. "I wanted to make love to you, but I'm not sure it wouldn't be too soon, plus it was amazing as it was." I let my smile be my answer, I wanted to get my swaddled arms out and hug him, but he just continued to cuddle, not willing to release me. He gave me a sweet kiss, "We should probably get busy and finish all the unpacking, if we get done in time we can catch a movie before Alex gets home, what do you think?" "I think it's going to be just you working, if you don't let me out of this towel." He laughed and whipped the towel off of me, set me on my feet and swatted my behind to get me on my way to get dressed. We spent the day chatting about his love of comics, and which were his favorite stories. We broke for lunch and found that we had very little left to do by that time. We had used sissy's old room and had all of Coach's things set neatly in place, this would become a reading room in the future as there would never be a need for a bed here. All that was left after lunch was putting away and hanging his clothes in his and dad's room. We straightened the rest of the house and did laundry, companionably talking throughout. I found Coach to be insightful and forthright in his opinions and experience. As before I could really appreciate why dad loved him. As promised we went to see a movie. Coach always pressing boundaries, made me an accomplice to sneaking snacks into the theater. He seemed to always be trying to break my barriers. I held his hand through the movie, and he held me against him. We finished the movie and raced to KFC to get dinner before dad got home. We set the table and sat down before Coach handed me a manilla envelope. "What's this," "It's your walking papers so to speak." He smiled. Curious, I opened the envelope. Inside was a graduation form. I graduated from swimming class. "I graduated?" A little perplexed as well as perhaps a little hurt. "Yeah and before you get sad, it's for two reasons, one like Skip said, you really are past the need for the class, and two... I am afraid it's getting hard," he emphasized, "to be around you without being obvious, while we are in the pool." He blushed slightly, reaching for and holding my hand. I understood his worry now. I liked the class but he was right. I wouldn't wish to get him in trouble. I wondered what it would be like being in school with him as my English teacher. I know I would blush a lot if my mind wandered too far. Plus Skip would be in the school for my first year... I'd have an older friend there. The future looked bright. "Thank you, what are you going to tell the other kids?" "That the assistant had to go practice for the olympics." He laughed. "You are free to stop by of course... and maybe you'll have more time to spend with Skip now that he is out of practice till school starts." He hinted, I blushed. Dad finally arrived to save me from the blushing. We all greeted one another and set down to eat. We chatted and I couldn't help but giggle at Coach's over the top flirting with my dad. We cleaned up and went to get changed for bed before setting about watching tv until it was time for my bed. There was a knock on the door. Dad and Coach looked at each other and dad got up to answer the door. We were all in our underwear. Dad opened the door but peered around it hiding his near nudity. It was Grey. Seeing him dad stepped from behind the door and invited him in. He took in the sight of my dad and stuttered. "Um I uh didn't mean to disturb you, I uh came to check on the little guy." I stepped into sight and hurried over to him in my white briefs. Grey's eyes bulged, he was nearly apoplectic. "Ahem I brought you, ahem, a gift or two." He kept looking back and forth between dad and I. He held out an umbrella and a folded sheet of paper. He smiled at his jokes as he handed them to me. "Now you won't get caught in the rain, and this map will keep you from getting lost." Telling us his joke cleared his nervousness, that is until Coach came around the corner. He saw all three of us in just our underwear and you could see the clarity of the situation play across his face. The quirky smile was back on his face as his eyes moved between dad and Coach. "You're one lucky little boy," he said to me, both dad and Coach blushed. We chatted and made plans for Grey to come to dinner. Before he left dad thanked him again, and I went over and hugged him. He looked at my dad who nodded, and he bent and gave me a big hug. "I think you cleared my head young man, I think I'm finally ready to move on." He said cryptically. He promised he'd tell us the story when he came back over. He apologized for intruding, and stood. He had to adjust himself after standing and he left. Dad and Coach agreed what a nice man he was. We went back to watch tv for a while. Eventually I grew tired, I hugged and kissed both men, but dad whispered in my ear, "I'll see you later," and winked at me. I went to my room wondering what he wanted. To pass the time, I stripped down to my sleep attire, tighty whities, and dove into the comics Coach had set aside for me to read to get started in comics. I was really enjoying them but was particularly drawn to the X-men comics, a team of people born different and dealing with prejudices, it felt like reality in a fantastic setting. I had reached the introduction of a new massive villain in issue 12, when my dad knocked and came into my room. He grew a huge smile on his face when he saw me still awake. He stood there a bit awkwardly totally naked. "I put Scott to bed with some very sweet dreams, but I think I need to read a good Book tonight." He teased. I set aside my reading, and grinned at the lame attempt at a joke. He came over to me and I got up on my knees as I hugged him. The scent from him as always filled my head and made my heart flutter. "Maybe it won't be a good Book that you read tonight." I played with his phrasing back at him. "Let's hope not," he breathed, as he lowered his head and brushed a light kiss on my lips. The touch of his lips sent electricity through my little body. "I wanted to talk a bit too, though, if that is ok?" He released me from my hug. He moved me over and sat on my bed stretching his legs out before him as he leaned against my headboard. He patted his lap inviting me to sit. I straddled his legs and leaned into him as he held and caressed me. "I need to have a real conversation with you and need total honesty." He started. "I love you more than you could possibly understand, and would spend every waking moment with you if I could," he was being sincere and deep, it brought back memories of when he walked out that dark day. I felt my heart quicken but not in a pleasant way and I stiffened in his embrace as I waited for the other shoe. "You are my little boy," he paused, "as well as so much more," it sounded like an admission, "and I have to check on you from time to time. We have a less than typical family life, I need to know how you are doing." I relaxed. This was going to be a good conversation. "I'm fine," I melted into his furred chest. "Fine isn't good enough, yesterday you and I engaged in one of the most intimate expressions of love two people can, and it isn't a small deal." He pet my body as we talked. "And Coach tells me you came right up to the point of it today as well." He sighed, sounding frustrated. "Cards on the table, I'm afraid that you might start to feel like nothing more than a toy for us..." he sounded like he was going to continue but decided to leave space for a reply. I didn't know how to reply. He was obviously very concerned with me but his conversation earlier let me know how I was in control and could say no to whatever at any time. I hadn't wanted to say no yet, but I guess he thought there was a time when I would, otherwise why bring it up. "I don't feel like that, I'm liking all I've been learning, and to be honest," I parroted his words back at him, "I could spend every waking moment with you." I could literally feel his smile in his hug. "Okay, good, but what about Scott, Coach?" "I like Coach too, I love him I guess, but in a different way." "I know you love him, that's not what I mean, do you feel like he having sex with you is too much, added to you and I?" Was dad jealous? No, I don't think so. "I like playing with him, but that is what it feels like, play. With you it feels, I don't know, somehow something more? Coach is like a big Skip, it's fun." I didn't know if he wanted more. "Good, and thank you," he kissed the top of my head. "I know I said it, but when it comes to sex, you are in complete control of your body." I laughed, "I can say without hesitation, control of my body is not something I have experienced when the fun begins." He chuckled throatily, "I guess I forget what it's like when everyday is a new experience, I think I have only one new thing for you to experience." He said, low and mysteriously. "Oh?" I circled his nipples with my finger. "Yeah, let's see how it goes." He said, rubbing his hands down my back, and into my underwear, gently grasping my globes and pulling my crotch into his. I reached up for a kiss, he supplied a rather chaste kiss that was tender and hinted at so much more. I reached up my hand and held his head preventing him from pulling back as I kissed and gently pulled at his lower lip with my teeth telling him he wasn't escaping that easily. His large smile broke my grasp as he leaned in letting our lips meet in combat. His tongue took sorties across the line attempting to capture a foothold in my mouth, but my tongue rebuffed his efforts parrying each thrust and mounting an attack of its own. While we struggled for oral supremacy, I felt the band of my underwear pulled lower over the orbs of my bottom, I moaned as his hand moved over my bottom, his middle finger finding its target on my little hole. He didn't so much as assault me there but he gently applied pressure while slowly swiping over its surface. I closed my eyes and left off my battle with his tongue as I arched my back and sighed deeply. I could feel his erect penis firmly planted in my perineum as he began to moisten my underwear. I moved in such a way that the fabric of my undies drew roughly over his exposed head. He chuckled deep in his throat. "That feels very good, don't stop." I had no intentions to. He took his free hand and tenderly felt my erection through the confines of my underwear, letting his large paw squeeze my groin gently. I wasn't aware of it till it was too obvious, that he was sliding us down the bed. Eventually he was entirely laid out on the bed with me astride his loins. My grinding into his manhood was causing him to breathe quickly so he pulled me off of him. His penis spouted a flow of his precum as it rested on his slowly rising and lowering belly. I knelt beside his prone form, he raised his hands and starting under my arms he slowly drew them down until they reached my hips. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my undies and motioned for me to stand. I did so as he lowered my briefs slowly, causing my stiff member to snap against my skin as it was released. I giggled, he just gazed at me dreamily, and placed my underwear over his face taking a deep smell of them. I liked that he smelled my undies this way like I did his. I knelt beside him and I leaned down for a light kiss. Dad gathered his leaking fluid on a finger and softly applied the slick liquid to the tip of my penis, letting the member move about as the frictionless surface danced on his finger. I reached down and just held dad's impressive member, trying to avoid causing him to slip into an orgasm. He bent and took my penis in his warm damp mouth, letting his tongue continue its earlier oral battle with a more eager and defenseless foe. I held his head pulling at his hair trying to get more of me inside him. He flipped me, releasing me from his mouth and began to work on my backside as he lightly tugged on my scrotum as if pulling me back to him. His tongue showed an expertise that proved my efforts in our earlier battle were doomed to failure. I moved so that I could gain access to him. I buried my nose in his pubic patch inhaling his scent, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. I lightly kissed and then tongued his loose scrotum, pushing each teste around in its sack before carefully sucking each separately into my mouth, laving them with my tongue. Dad jerked at the treatment, but held strong. I then kissed my way up his girth until I was confronted with his copiously dripping helmet. I tested him with a quick darting tongue, boxing his glans with quick punches and swipes from my agile tongue. He moaned into my hole, the vibrations of his baritone vocals sending shivers up my spine until they emerged from me as a whimper. "You've learned a lot in a short time," he warmly praised. "Time for your last lesson." He bodily hefted my form and turned it so I was facing him and on top of him. "It's only fair that you get to experience what I have. And I want to be your first," he blushed almost shyly. I didn't know what he meant, until he took a couple of pillows and placed them under his lower back and hips exposing his bottom. His eyes spoke almost pure lust. "You can't hurt me," he advised, "but we are still going to teach you the proper way to make love to someone." My heart beat and my eyes shined with my eagerness. "What is the thing you remember strongest about the first time we made love?" My mind floated back. Of course I remember the discomfort, and then the surprising and overwhelming sensations, but mostly I remembered how safe I felt. I shyly said, "How safe I felt with you, and then how good it felt." I hurried to finish to overcome my slight embarrassment. He held my chin affectionately, "Good, making love, especially for the first time, is something most are nervous about, like you, and, you and whoever, should feel safe. You need to help them to relax. It can be very pleasurable for both of you, but it's your job to ensure your partner enjoys themselves as much as you. You are already showing yourself to be a very sensitive lover." He pulled my chin to him and kissed me. He offered no further instruction, but I felt I knew what he expected. He smiled up at me supportively. I gathered my strength and prepared to take this test. I lightly kissed his forehead, and then each of his eyelids. I smoothed back his hair as I moved to cradle his head. I pulled him into a soft kiss, gently parting his lips with my searching tongue. I inhaled his breath, feeling his smooth teeth with my tongue and then stroking his with mine. His hands on the back of my head encouraged my progression. I moved to his neck and played my teeth across the nape, lightly biting and grazing his skin. I held one of his hands in mine above his head, mimicking the helpless hold he had me in once. I moved to his exposed arm and inhaled his scent from his furred armpit, placing gentle kisses from his bicep down into the hair, careful not to tickle him. Dad sighed, luxuriantly. "You're doing good," he purred. I moved across his chest letting my kiss puffed lips feel his dark hair as I slowly moved to target his erect nipple. I suckled it, bathing the nub with my tongue before punishing it with a firm tug. He sucked in his breath, "Oh, you know my buttons," his large hand pawed at my back. I could feel his fingernails graze me. I repeated the motions on his other nipple before tracing the trail of his hair down to his navel with wet kisses, wet because of the product of his leaking. I licked my lips enjoying his flavor. I trailed my tongue gathering up his leakage and raised to share the fluid with him in a playful kiss. He sucked my tongue to catch all of the liquid. "How'd you get so good?" He whispered while we were so close. "I had the best teacher." I pecked a kiss on his lips before returning to my work. I bypassed his penis as I knelt between his spread legs. I was intimidated by the task before me. Instead of going straight to the end game, I worked up my courage by working my dad's thighs, nibbling and kissing my way deeper toward his groin. His aroma hit me, like a condensed essence of him, strong and manly. His pheromonal message hit an almost animal spot in my brain. I held the flesh of his bottom in my small hands. I looked at dad, so unsure, he had his eyes closed but had a pleasant almost daydream quality to his smile. I separated his cheeks, his warm scent intensified, like fresh soap and earthy spices mixed with him. I peered into the cleft of his buttocks and saw his center. I touched it with just a finger, feeling it's heat. I traced the not quite round shape, studying its dark pink color. I leaned and kissed his perineum, starting slowly I moved down and kissed his hole. I don't know what I was expecting, but it was apparent dad was clean. I gathered my courage and touched his most hidden spot with my tongue. Nothing. I ventured out again, this time letting my tongue feel the wrinkles of his tender skin. I found the textures intriguing, dad squirmed and shifted. I was emboldened. I tried some of the things I had felt. I circled his puckered skin in collapsing circles increasing the pressure of my tongue as the circle tightened. Dad pushed his hips back. His gyrations pushed me onward, my tongue danced across the surface of his bud, full laps of my tongue, gentle caresses and bold pokes at the center. His thighs closed about my head, his hand reached for my head as if to prod me along. His groan did more however to spur me forward. I began pushing my tongue into his most sacred part, I reached around and used his viscous fluid and my thumb to firmly stimulate his frenulum and glans, pressing and allowing it to slide up and over the little slit in his crown. His reaction was glorious as he forced his hips up to try and make more contact with my hand. "Ahhh Tyler," he moaned, "my baby." I took this as a good sign, I felt the ring of muscles twitching around my tongue, and the moments of his body as his lungs worked to obtain more air. He was alternating between pushing his bottom into my face and trying to force more of his penis into my hand. "Book now might be a good time to move to the next step," he panted. I pulled back and moved between his legs so that my penis was even with his anus. He took over the attention to his penis, fisting the large member and just holding it while he waited. He looked me in the eye with intense love. I moved forward and pushed the tip of my painfully erect penis against his hole. I knew I wasn't big enough to hurt him but I still moved slowly. The sensations were amazing. As I pushed forward, I felt the muscle ring give way, the corona of my member felt it's fiery heat and silky hug. The warmth slowly engulfed my hard penis, and dad's fist echoed the pass of my entrance. I watched as a steady stream of clear fluid poured from the hole of his manhood. His eyes were closed but his smile read proud. I bottomed out, I could feel my tight scrotum touch his skin. The heat coming from his hole deeply affected me. "This is the part most people just want to jack hammer on their first attempt, why not just go slow, enjoy the sensations, and let your body lead." He advised quietly. I'm glad he said that because I was about to do just that, instead I slowly pulled all the way out, he groaned a little. I again slowly pushed my penis into him, l loved the intense pressure around my glans. I slid all the way in and out a few times just relishing the feelings. Dad's fist matched my every movement. I noticed him taking slow deep breaths, like he was trying to control himself. This time on entering I went in a little hard having slipped a little. He sucked in his breath, but it didn't seem like he was hurt. I tried it again this time on purpose, I pressed hard into him, again a positive reaction. I began withdrawing and entering harder and faster, his fist working his penis with the same intensity. Strings of precum dripped from his fist to his scrotum. I was enjoying making dad feel good, so I started to increase my pace, leaving my penis inside him for a few thrusts and then taking it all the way out and pressing it in again right away. He was breathing faster. I pulled his favorite trick and gently squeezed his wet scrotum in time with my thrusts. I felt his rectum twitching around my penis his hand flying on his, and his legs flexing and relaxing in quick succession. He pulled me down and kissed me hard on the mouth, and told me to pump faster and harder, he held me bent over him as I pistoned my hips hard into him. He began to shake his fist furiously working along with my motions. He flung his head back and through gritted teeth called out, "Oh god!" His penis shot ropes of white cum up his chest and hit my chin. He held me to him as his body twitched his orgasm, "god that was good." He heaved out. He moved me and using his semen, he firmly and quickly beat my penis in his fist pushing me to hit my own dry orgasm. I panted against him, sticky from his emissions. He held me roughly and kissed my head, "How was it?" He asked through his glow. "I liked making you feel good, did I do that to you?" Unsure that I could make him feel that way. "Yes, very much so, there are things you can't exactly do yet, but there are still lots of nerves down there that felt very nice. You did a good job responding to what was making me feel good." I smiled tired but proud from the effort. Dad went and got some warm wash cloths to clean me up after cleaning himself up. He gently and lovingly bathed my stomach and penis. He kissed my body as he cleaned it. Cleaned, I cuddled into him as he covered us with a sheet. His arms encircled me as he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "You are so handsome, so lovely, so beautiful." I nuzzled my head against his as I absorbed his every word. He caressed me as we both fell asleep safe and loved in his arms. ---------- Our lives continued in such a fashion. I fell more in love with my father everyday, he taught me something new all the time, how to love, how to accept love, and eventually how to be a loving man. Coach and I continued to build our bond, he worked tirelessly to break down my walls and learn to let people in while still being myself. They of course never stopped being stupid in love, and as I grew I learned more about being in love just from watching the two of them. Our love lives continued as well, dad was there when I had my first ejactualtion, he literally cried with pride. Coach made cupcakes with, in his words, creamy white frosting. He never grew up. Mom took a job in Buffalo NY shortly after our falling out. I never saw her again. At first it was because I wasn't allowed to and she wouldn't see me, but then it was because of school or just life in general. We would occasionally speak on the phone, but as we were never really close when she lived with us, we never were close later either. Dad and mom divorced half a year later. Mom kept Elizabeth away from dad so that meant I didn't see her either. School started soon after that last described encounter with dad. I never did join the swim team, which bothered Skip but not Coach. I found that chess and drama were more my speed. My grades were so good everyone assumed I was great at chess, so when I joined my first tournament, people quit before even facing me in a game. I had not yet even played a game I had joined hoping to learn to play. My reputation for being a chess master was ruined in the very first game I played in the finals. The opponent beat me in three moves. I lost my taste for chess soon after. Skip continued to be my boyfriend all throughout his school years, my being three years younger and hanging out with the winning captain of the swim team pulled me up in the pecking order in middle and high school. Of course no one knew we were a couple through those years. Skip quickly grew in his expertise and acumen in bed. We never discussed how we gained our knowledge but we both secretly suspected. We broke up when he went away to college. It wasn't a dramatic break up, we just knew it couldn't be sustained, he was going away to NYC on a swimming scholarship. We'd of course see each other when he came home, but it got more difficult when I too went to college. Something happened to Skip in college, he met a professor who changed his life. He started to take his education seriously and eventually left the swim team and worked hard to become a doctor. I went to U of M. I went for creative writing and art. I had the idea that I could be a comic book artist. Coach got me started on that path. It was very difficult for me to be away from dad, but we made time for each other frequently. As my studies intensified we spent less and less time together. Our hearts were still bound, but the time we had lessened. Eventually I took a teaching position in English, following in Coach's footsteps. I kept writing however and submitting manuscripts. And low and behold I got published. It was a little fantasy novel, "Time and Again" but that became two then three. Around this time Elizabeth reappeared in our lives. She had grown tired of mom's bitterness, Aunt Claire had left a few years earlier and she was with a new woman. Elizabeth came to go to the University of Michigan as well. We caught up on all our missed time. She became my biggest fan (outside of dad and Coach) and even moved in with me while she attended school. She fell in love quickly and exited college with a degree and a soon to be born daughter, Emily. She of course married her boyfriend and soon after two other babies followed, Merrideth and Ethan. Dad, Coach, and I loved our expanded family. Once I became known for writing, I was asked to go on a signing tour. These things are very boring after a while. At first you are so happy to talk to your readers, and some are so nice, but others just give advice on how they would have done things, you eventually just take your pen and sign. One day while signing, `thanks for reading', ad nauseum, I asked the next person in line. "Name?" "Could you sign it `to Matthew from Tyler.'" I looked up because I didn't use Tyler in my pen name, I wrote under Ryan Travis. Before me stood a vision from the past. Tall, slender, with chiseled features, but eyes that sparkled with mischief yet to be done. "Skip?" He laughed a deep baritone laugh. "I haven't been called that in years." I stood and hugged him, genuinely happy to see him. "You look amazing," I gushed. "You do too," he said shyly, totally unlike the Skip I once knew. "What are you doing here?" He blushed a deeper shade. "Well once I knew who you really were," he held up my book, "I found out you were having a book signing. So I decided to get my copy signed." "Oh you live here?" He looked down to hide his beautiful smile and even deeper blush, "Yeah around here, like three states over." It was my turn to blush. "Can you stick around? I'd love to catch up once I'm finished." His smile shone brightly with his ready acceptance. I finished the day with a distracted smile, and quickly raced off to meet him. Dinner was terrible but neither of us really noticed. Somehow we found we were holding hands across the table as the years melted away. I missed my flight that night but found a place to stay the night, and the next. Our relationship grew, much to the pleasure of both dad and Scott. We eventually moved in together, and when it was legal, got married. Elizabeth gave us the best gift, when she knew we were looking to have kids and she offered to be our surrogate. We found an egg donor and mixing our sperm we found we had five viable implants. We found out on our first anniversary, that we were going to be parents to twins. Both boys. Alexander Scott and Maurice Greyson. I can truly say, I was no longer a lonely little boy. The End.