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Subject: Lonely Little Boy (chapter 1g) gay incest —————- Thanks for reading, if you want to chat, do so ail 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. ______________ THURSDAY We woke up about the same time, I lifted up and kissed dad. He rolled on top of me and lay flat, trapping me from moving as he pretended to go back to sleep. I turned my head and began nibbling and kissing his neck, his weak spot. I felt his manhood begin to respond. And he began to chuckle. He gave in and let me up. His penis was not at full strength, but it was nearly there. I lightly grasped it, caressing it to full strength, marveling at the feel of his hardness and the silkiness of his skin. I placed a hand under his loose testicles hefting the weight and lightly manipulating them in their sack. I reached up and kissed the tip as soon as a bead of fluid appeared. I rubbed my thumb against the underside of his head feeling the strength of his pulse from this sensitive spot. Dad looked down at me with love and wonder. I slipped my mouth over his ample knob, licking at the more freely flowing nectar taking as much as my mouth could take before retreating and holding just the end in my mouth, sucking lightly. My hands continued to work his staff and scrotum. Squeezing lightly, pulling gently, enough to make him writhe but not hurt him. I kept my eyes fixed on him, smiling around his shaft at how lucky I was, and how lovely he was. I worked for some time, eventually needing to rest my jaw, this proved to be an inopportune time to release his penis, as soon as it came out, he shot all over my face and hair. I quickly brought him back to my mouth trying to stem the flow, but it was too late, he had covered me with what he had to give, I was just collecting the after effects. He soon pulled out himself as he was very sensitive after. He collapsed on the bed next to me, kissing spots of my face that were heavy with his semen. He pulled back his lips covered with his seed as he went in for a kiss, smearing the viscous liquid between us, sharing his flavor. He began to get up. “I am so lucky to have you, but you are going to cost me a lot of money.” “Why?” I asked, sounding concerned. “These sheets need to be washed again, that’s five times in four days,” he laughed, “at this point, there will be nothing left soon.” I laughed. Dad looked at my rampant spike. “I really want to take care of that, but your amazing gift this morning took all of our play time.” Despite saying that, he planted a very tender kiss on it. “I will make it up to you tonight,” he said, swirling a finger around my sensitive head. That brought back a memory, “OH!, tonight! I forgot, you never said if Skip could come over!” “You’d rather have Skip over than to have me pay you back?” He asked playfully, grabbing his heart, feigning a mock wound. My finger caught the last drop from the end of his spent penis, as I swirled it into his silky skin. “No,” I sorta fibbed, “but I already asked him.” Dad caught my hand to stop me from playing. “None of that, we have to get ready. And of course he can come over if he is allowed. I will just plan something big for when we are alone again,” he allowed as he swooped in to kiss my tummy before sweeping me up out of bed and into the shower. He washed the evidence of our love away from my face and head, before stopping to cleanse me thoroughly, rubbing his soapy feelings into my backside, rubbing inside my bud in little swirls, causing me to moan. He chuckled, finally he went to efficiently cleanse himself, not allowing me to help, as this would cause him to want to be late. We dried and went to separate areas to get ready. I was ready first and May him some toast, and coffee, as he came thundering out for a final kiss and a goodbye. He gave me his office number to give to Skip in case he needed proof of his permission. As usual I missed him before he even left through the door. I was excited to see Skip again today. I went to class early, got changed and went to Coach’s office. He was just getting off the phone, he sat there nude. “Ok, I’ll tell him,” he said, then hung up the phone, while I crawled into his lap, and kissed his cheek. “Sport, I’m sorry, but Skip can’t come to class today.” He saw how upset that made me. “But it’s for a good reason, his mother said he could stay over, but since he didn’t get his chores done due to training, he could choose to go to class today or stay the night with you. He chose to stay the night.” I was really happy and said as much. “I knew you’d like that. Let’s go get the lollygaggers,” he stated while lifting me off his lap. I followed him to the locker room, where little boys were getting changed. “Hup too, gentlemen,” his admirers were first to his side, blushing and covering their fronts, the rest were right behind. We entered the pool. Coach asked me to show some of the faster students what Skip had shown me, while he worked with the other students, for the first part of the class. For the rest of the class, he brought a canoe out and discussed the dangers of boat travel without swimming experience. We took turns having to get into the boat from the water. I enjoyed looking at all the cute bottoms as they struggled to get into the boat, until it was my turn and I realized it would be my hiney on display. Being self conscious I flubbed my first attempt, but realizing 7 year olds were mastering this, I rallied and got through it, but pulled something in my leg in my eagerness to perform. Coach noted my discomfort. The class ended soon after. Coach told me to stay put as he put the class equipment away. He came and cradled me in his strong arms and carried me to his office. There he laid down some towels on the massage table, and laid me down on it. “Where does it hurt?” He asked. I pointed to the back of my thigh. Wincing at the moment. He gently rolled me over, went to get something and came back. He opened a container and instantly I smelled a strong medicinal scent, which led to a warm but icy sensation on my thigh. Coach massaged it in. He was firm yet gentle, working in the salve, I instantly felt some relief. He continued the massage, saying that when one muscle tenses up all do. He washed his hands though and used a different tube that he warmed in his hands before applying. He started at my feet and really worked them thoroughly, moving slowly up my legs. He spread my legs slightly so he could get better access. His hands accidentally grazed my testicles. My flag was unfurled, I was enjoying his ministrations. He avoided my bottom as he moved around to the front, standing at the head of the table. I saw that he wasn’t aroused at all, this was purely business to him. He leaned in, his manhood pressed into the side of my face. I smiled, thinking how impossible it was that this didn’t move him. He worked my shoulders down my back working the small of my back with his thumbs and palms. His hands roamed to the mounds of my bottom. This was unfair, he was working my behind, causing me all sorts of tingles, and he remained unmoved. I turned my head and kissed his penis. Coach smacked my behind, “None of that, this is serious,” he stated with a less than serious tone. But the motion did get a little bit of a rise out of him. I giggled, as soon as his member came close again I kissed it again. He didn’t move leaving the flesh close to my mouth so I kissed it again this time not a peck. “It’s all a game is it? Well two can play at that.” He leaned all the way across my body and kissed my bottom, then spreading my cheeks he blew warm air on my little hole. That caused me an enormous amount of pleasure. In retaliation, I licked the head of his penis and blew air on it. “Didn’t learn your lesson yesterday, did you, I don’t play fair.” He flipped me over, careful of my leg, he squirted some of the slick liquid on his thumb, and taking my angry erection forced his thumb down on the sensitive glans doing firm circles as I writhed from the pleasure. He had miscalculated though, being face up now gave me more options to fight back. As he hadn’t moved. His rapidly inflating member was rising, but not fast enough that I couldn’t catch it in my mouth and begin the same tongue tortures I used on my dad earlier. This must have caused whatever was holding Coach back to snap, because there was a sudden flurry of reactions. istanbul travesti First Coach exclaimed, “God no,” as he felt my mouth enclose his penis. Second, he shuddered with tingles all over, and finally he gave in he took my penis in his mouth as well, he was so gentle, he placed his arms around my legs forcing them up so they were around his ears. I heard the bottle of slick stuff open again and felt the cool liquid meet my hot bud as it cascaded over it. The sensation caused me to shiver. He began to massage the oil with his thumb into my little hole. I took his lead and reached a hand between his thighs and began flicking my fingers over his opening. His body quivered as his back arched at the sensations. After a bit, he began exerting pressure with his thick thumb till he broke through the ring of muscle, and he stopped his momentum. I gasped at the intrusion. Ceasing any movement as I struggled to get used to the not painful but definite presence of the digit. After a bit he began moving the thumb at first in tiny circles, then he began to push in further, getting resistance from the ring. He stopped his actions and just continued to move his thumb about causing me to feel so much more tingly than I had before. Finally used to this new feeling I used my mouth on him while I stopped teasing his hole and began pushing my finger into him, I felt a muscle change in him as his hole seemed to reach out and grab my finger. He would explain much later that pushing out made it easier to accept intruders. This caused him to groan. I began to wriggle my little finger as he seemed to try to force himself back on it. His free hand cupped my testes as he gently applied pressure. I was panting with every breath. Coach frantically rasped, “Another finger”, I pulled out and sunk two fingers into him, he arched his back and raised his head with a loud gasp of air, forcing his penis deeper into my mouth as he shot wave after wave of semen down my rapidly swallowing throat. He quickly returned to my penis and forced his way past my ring of muscle causing me to lose my fight with the pain and pleasure he sent through me confused my already full senses. I could feel my penis convulsing in his warm suctioning mouth. He didn’t remove his penis as I suckled it like dad did, and he rolled us on our sides and we slowly came to our senses, I removed my fingers from his backside slowly. He left his thumb in me but removed his mouth from me and just gave me little kisses on my thighs and groin. Finally when our hearts had slowed their urgent beating, and our breath was caught, he removed his digit slowly. He continued to kiss my thighs and groin as he said, “I’m not sorry this happened, it was inevitable really, but damn I didn’t know it would be so good.” I was less than eager to release his penis, but did, to state, “Mind blowing, or really penis blowing I should say.” I joked, kissing his amazing penis. “I want more, but people may get suspicious, how’s your leg?” “I have legs?” I replied dreamily. “I don’t know if I can do that again, I may die.” I rubbed a finger over his bud, before removing my hand entirely. “What a way to go,” he enthused. But he gathered his strength and got off the table. He picked me up, cradling me again as he took us to his shower. We cleansed ourselves giggling at each other like little school girls. I realized that I would have to go to the other lockerroom to get changed. Coach got dressed and carried me to the locker room. Some asked what was wrong, Coach stopped and explained about the injury. They exclaimed that such things shouldn’t happen to such cuties, and as usual I blushed at any mention of how I looked. We made our way to the changing area. I directed Coach to where my locker was. He set me down and began dressing me. He kissed me, telling me how much in love with me he was, I smiled and hugged his head. He pulled up my undies and intimately adjusted my gifts. Then he pulled up my shorts and put on my shirt. He carried my shoes with him as he picked me up. Taking me out to his car. He drove us to my home and set me down on the couch, got me my book and some water. He apologized that he had to go, but he had an appointment with his landlord to settle his moving, but he would return with lunch soon. I kissed him, and thanked him for his care. He asked if I needed anything before he left. I said I needed to pee, but I could do that when he left. He put an end to that talk as he carried me to my restroom and undid my pants, lowered my undies and even held my penis as I relieved myself. I didn’t need this level of help, but each gesture made me fall in love with him more. He helped me wash my hands, after putting everything back in place, and carried me out to the couch again. He instructed me to not move or I would pay when he got back. He bent to kiss me but I caught his face and kissed him deeply. “Thank you for everything, I love you too.” He wiped his mouth and grinned shyly at me. ” You are… something…” adjusted himself and was gone. I thought about the morning so far, Coach and I had broken a barrier neither thought would be broken. He introduced me to very new feelings, sure dad had fiddled around back there, but Coach had used it as the primary stimulant, I enjoyed it. I was glad Coach and I engaged in that session, he was gentle yet urgent. I wondered about his and dad’s love making. I had seen some, but that was quick, now I was curious how it usually went. But I also had to look forward to Skip. This past couple of weeks had certainly been a wealth of experience, feelings and sensations. I had learned a lot about myself. And was looking forward to learning a lot more. I must have fallen asleep, because I was startled awake by Coach sitting near my middle and rubbing my leg with some pungent ointment. He apologized for waking me. He asked how my leg was doing. I stretched it and tried to move it, it was only slightly sore and I told him so. He continued to rub my leg and stated that was good as he would hate to have me miss my sleep over. I replied that in that case, I was just fine. He pinched my bottom and called me faker. We ate lunch together, sandwiches and chips. Afterward he escorted me to the kitchen, helping me along as he showed me the things he got for my first sleepover. All sorts of treats and pops, as well as my own copy of the DnD rules and a set of dice that he said I would want. He helped me change my sheets and asked if I wanted to set up a camp bed, he had to explain what that was and thought about it, but thought it might be more fun to share the bed, I would wait and see what Skip thought. We spent the remainder of the day making snacks and just chatting. Eventually there was a knock at the door. I rushed to the door and opened it to find Skip and his mom standing there. Skip’s mom was surprised to see Coach there, but pleased when he stated that he was the caretaker. I liked that he avoided the word babysitter in front of Skip. She came in and toured the house. Skip and I went and stashed his stuff in my room. He saw my DnD book and quickly fished his copy out of his backpack. We chatted about what it was like as we sat at my desk and he showed me how the game worked. He sat very close to me, our legs touching. We didn’t even notice his mother leaving. Coach came in and checked on us a few times, but pretty much left us alone. Eventually we took our books down to my little hideaway. We dagled our feet as I created a character with his help. We shyly sat side by side, both of us enjoying the closeness of the other. Finally having made my character, we went inside to actually play the game. I really enjoyed the game, and I felt closer to Skip. By the time we were ready to wrap up, Dad came home. He came over and swept me up in a hug kissing my neck, causing me to giggle. He set me down and introduced himself to a now standing and grinning Skip, who was offering a hand to my dad. Coach came out and announced dinner was ready, Dad went and hugged him as he came through the door. Skips eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. I explained that dad and Coach were college roommates. This made Skip smile a quirky half smile. We ate burgers and chips. I sat next to Skip, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Coach and dad, like he was weighing their every gesture and word. Dad and Coach seemed to notice it too, and paid more attention to us after a while and less to each other. After dinner we returned to our game, dad and Coach went to watch TV. Skip seemed distracted and before long wanted to go watch tv with the adults. Skip sat in a chair where he could see both the TV and the men, who sat close to each other on the coach. He kadıköy travesti watched the unforced closeness between my dad and Coach, his mind grinding at the puzzle in front of him. It was like he was on the verge of a huge discovery, and this was his window into it. When it became time, dad suggested that we begin thinking about heading to my room. We obeyed. I went to hug both dad and Coach. Coach offered and hugged Skip as well, who accepted, and accepted dad’s hug as well. When we were alone, Skip asked me if Coach stayed over often. I informed him that he has only stayed one night so far, but would be moving in to be my nanny of sorts. I didn’t get his fascination at first with the subject but he wouldn’t let it go. I began to realize that Skip, while attracted to males himself, had thought that his attraction was a boyhood thing and he would grow out of it, he had never seen that his attractions could last through to adulthood. His whole life had been men and women marrying and having kids. I guess his mind was blown by the thought. I had never really thought about it. Skip’s apparent revelations caused me to start thinking. This new interest was fun. I hadn’t considered the future, and at 10 was this the time? For that matter was 13 the time for Skip? I didn’t want to think too hard about it, I was enjoying the new sensations, there was no reason to think about the future, I figured, I couldn’t even drive, I still thought girls were icky. Maybe that was what was on Skip’s mind, he didn’t stop thinking girls were icky, he never lost his boyhood attraction to other males, and he was now figuring that, that might be ok. I was somewhat glad he got to come over, if for nothing else than that realization. We started to discuss other things like swimming and the game, then the conversation turned to more intimate things. We started talking about how hard it was for me to finally get comfortable with being naked, and his experiences being the same, however he talked about liking to look around at everyones nudity. I admitted that I was still uncomfortable with that, like I was invading their privacy. He stated that everyone looked, some were more sly about it than others, but everyone looked. He blushed as he admitted that it did take him awhile before his penis stopped giving him away. I pointed out that it gave him away while swimming. He laughed telling me that it was my fault for being so cute. It was my turn to blush, but we had suddenly fallen silent, like we didn’t know where to go from there. I asked if he wanted to sleep with me or if he wanted to set up a camp bed. He was taken aback, he assumed we would be sharing a bed. I told him I thought so too, but didn’t want to make a choice for him. He smiled shyly, and assured me he wanted to sleep with me. Again came the uncomfortable silence and where to go next, as we were both too excited and shy to move on. We sat next to each other on the bed, kind of kicking our feet about. This eventually turned into a sort of foot wrestling where we tried to push the other’s foot away from ourselves. This led to shoving with our arms to gain leverage, to us giggling and rolling about on the bed wrestling. We got pretty rowdy, to the point that dad came in smiling and advised us to settle down and get ready for bed. We apologized while still giggling. After dad left, the odd silence quickly befell us, as we realized we now had to get ready for bed. It seemed weird since we had already been naked together, but this was something different. Skip began by removing his shirt and awkwardly folding it and putting it on his bag. “How do you sleep,” he asked. “With my eyes closed,” half joking, not knowing what he meant. “Alright wise guy,” he elbowed me. “I mean, what do you wear?” “Oh, usually just undies and a t-shirt, but I have pj’s if that’s what you wear.” “Good, I wear just underwear too, but I wouldn’t wear anything if it weren’t for my brothers, who would make fun of me. They can be jerks.” “Do you share a room?” “No, they share a room, but they tease me all the time, and can be mean, especially since… Well they tease me alot.” he blushed. I took off my shirt as well and tossed it in the hamper. I took off my jeans as well and stood in my white briefs. Skip dropped his shorts. We stood looking at each other in our tighty whities. Dad chose that moment to come and check on us. “Wow don’t you both look adorable,” He came and did his usual hug, squatting down and kissing my neck while rubbing my bottom. “Sleep well Book.” As usual this hug caused me to be erect. He whispered in my ear “if you need to go take care of that, I can provide a distraction.” I whispered back, “It’s normal for boys my age, ” and kissed him on the lips. Dad turned to Skip, “You can have a hug too if you want,” Skip rushed to his arms and hugged him tightly. Dad didn’t kiss him but he did do the bottom rub, which had the same effect on Skip. “I guess you’re right Book.” he swatted Skip’s behind as he stood up, and left. “Your dad is really good looking.” Skip enthused as he rubbed the front of his briefs. “It would be hard to guess who was better looking, Coach or your dad, and you have them both here!” He turned to me and giggled. I suggested we brush our teeth and do our bathroom things. I crawled into bed, and waited for Skip to come to bed. Skip washed his hands and got into bed. We lay facing each other. Skip still had an erection and wasn’t hiding it. This caused me to stiffen as well. We awkwardly lay there. “Have you seen your dad naked?” Skip asked. I didn’t want to give out private information, but there was no harm in saying I’d seen him naked, there were several places that it would be normal, so I answered in the affirmative. He stated that he had never even seen his dad in with his shirt off, let alone in his underwear. He had only joined swimming because he had heard that kids swam nude, and he liked looking at naked boys and men. He was toying with the bulge in his undies. He told me he knew I was different the moment he saw me. I asked what he meant, but he wasn’t sure. He said it was like I shined, not literally, but he knew when he saw me. I found this to be odd, since the first time he saw me, I was still afraid to even look at a naked person. But to be honest I thought he was cute when I first saw him. But by that time I had already likely had more experience than him. I reached over and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me and leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I let him lead and it was just a peck. He held my hand as we continued talking. We eventually were cuddling as we talked, and fell asleep like this. FRIDAY When I woke, Skip was smiling at me, his face inches from mine. “Last night was great, it didn’t go like I thought.” “What did you expect,” I asked, suddenly feeling insecure. “I don’t know,” he replied, stretching against my body. “Like truth or dare, or something like spin the bottle.” “Yeah, I wanted to play truth or dare as well.” I sighed. “Yeah but this was nicer, falling asleep like this.” he kissed me on the lips again, I kissed him back. “If it is ok, I would like to stay over again, and maybe… we can play… the game again. You could come over to my house, but my brothers would make it horrible.” “I would like that.” I kissed him again. “Maybe come over after your match?” “Yeah,” he enthused. I rolled out of bed to take care of my insistent bladder. Stepping up to the bowl, Skip stepped up with me. We peed and just like my dad had said, it isn’t a guys night without a sword fight. Finishing up we washed up and went to dress. I liked watching his bottom as he pulled up his shorts. We exited the room, to find breakfast and the adults. We found them in the kitchen, sleep tossed and in their underwear. Skip stopped dead, eyes wide. The two men were nearly hip to hip, cooking breakfast. They turned at hearing us and brought the food to the table and sat down. We joined them and ate breakfast, Dad ate fast, as he had to get ready for work. Once finished he rushed to get a shower and get ready. Coach said we have to leave soon so we better get a shower and change. Coach left to get ready himself. We opted to share my shower. We stripped, not really worrying about being naked as we already had seen each other in this state of undress. We quickly washed letting the water cascade off of our young bodies. Skip asked, “Do you think your dad and Skip are showering together?” I didn’t know how to answer, so I answered the best way I could. “They used to be swimmers like us and shared a shower, it’s no big deal.” “No big deal? Unless I miss my guess, they slept together last night..” “So bakırköy travesti did we…” “That’s my point, I’ve spent the night at other places, and I’ve only shared a bed with one. Don’t look like that, I like you… a lot. I think your dad and Coach like each other like that.” My expression must have given me away. “Don’t worry, I’m not dumb, I think it’s cool! But it’s a big deal, they are so hot! I wonder if they wash each other.” He began to get erect. “I don’t think they want anyone knowing about their friendship.” “Trust me, I figured that out ages ago. Plus I like them both, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to them.” We finished up and dried off. I put on a fresh pair of undies, and clothes while Skip did the same. Having dressed, and Skip gathering his things, we exited our room just in time to see dad and Coach leave their room. Dad gave me a quick “dad” hug, kissed Coach and gave Skip a hug as well, before hurrying out of the door. Coach had us sit in the living room as he explained to Skip, his and dad’s relationship. Coach said that he knew he could trust Skip, which is why he stayed the night. He also explained that he would be moving in soon, and everyone would be told that he would be taking care of me, as a cover, like he had been told. He also explained that a lot of people wouldn’t like them to have a relationship, and he hoped he could expect Skip to keep what he would see here, private, since they expected to see more of him here. Skip assured him that he could and would. He hugged Coach for trusting him. “So you like each other?” “No, We love each other. Just like your mother and father, he is my boyfriend.” “Boys can have boyfriends? Like a girl and guy, cool.” he said looking at me suddenly. He admitted, “I think I like boys. I thought I was weird.” “A lot of people will think that, some, like us, don’t. Some boys like girls, some like boys. They don’t look or act differently, for the most part, so it’s hard to tell, and important to be discreet. What goes on in your pants or beds is no one’s business but your own, as long as it is consensual, meaning you both agree and no one is forced.” “So you guys, you know, have… sex? How does that work?” Coach looked at me in surprise, I just half shrugged. He smiled at Skip, “We can talk about that alone sometime.” He patted Skip’s knee. “For now let’s get ready to go, unfortunately Skip has to work hard, he missed his practice time and we have a tourney tomorrow, do you think you can stay home today? I will come pick you up for lunch after.” I had no issue with that, I was glad to get the chance to read alone. Lately I hadn’t been reading, with all the new thoughts and experiences. I was surprised when Coach showed up to take me to lunch. “I had a talk with Skip,” Coach began when we were on our way. “He really didn’t know anything, he has a bit of info now, your next sleepover should be better.” he explained while rubbing my thigh, his hand rubbing up to my groin. “He said he enjoyed us just cuddling, I certainly did, but I didn’t think I should just rush in.” “That’s smart, I hope you didn’t feel like he didn’t like you.” “No, plus it would have been hard explaining how I knew all that stuff.” “Good point.” he said, nudging my package. I spread my legs allowing him more access as we continued to talk. He was lightly stroking from the area beneath my testicles to the tip of where my penis would be. I was of course rampant. I sat staring up at the man that was causing me such sensual feelings, smiling wishing I could reach him. We went to a drive up place and ordered hot dogs and pop. Afterward Coach asked me if I wanted to go help him pack, since tonight would be the last night he would have the place, since he would be moving everything after tomorrow’s tourney. I was only too glad at the opportunity to help. We got to his apartment and I immediately was surprised at how cluttered the place was compared to when I was there previously. Clothes strewn about, boxes half packed, and disassembled items lay over every surface. “Don’t mind the place, I would have had more accomplished, but I stayed with your father last night.” he smiled at the memory. I began without instruction, picking up clothes and folding them for Coach to assess where they went. As I was busy packing, Coach sneaked up behind me. He grabbed me around the waist and torso as he pulled me backward into him. His arms enveloping me. “I just want to thank you for being so awesome.” he whispered into my ear. I nestled back into him, “I like the way you thank me.” I reached my hand back and caressed his head. He kissed my head and released me. We worked until it was close to the time dad would get home. We had accomplished a lot. Most things were packed, and what wasn’t going (the bed and couch) were strewn with boxes and bags ready to move. We quickly grabbed what we could and went to meet dad. After getting on the road, “I’m excited about moving in with you two,” Coach enthused. “I never expected that I could be this happy.” I grabbed his hand, “I am glad you are so happy, for me it’s a bit bittersweet, but I am glad you are moving in.” Coach withdrew his hand and smoothed my hair, “You’ve gone through a lot, this past two weeks. I hate to think we aren’t taking your needs into account in all of this.” “It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but I miss my sissy and mom. I know they are close, but I don’t know yet how everything will work.” “It’s hard to say everything will work out this soon, but I believe with all my heart it will. You have everyone around you that loves you and wants the best for you, including your mom and aunt, can we even call her that now? We can and will make this work.” I was reassured, not having admitted till then that I was even worried. Typically I always try to do the best for everyone, but Coach seemed to always make me feel safe to express my fears. I brushed away an unexpected tear. “Thanks,” I said quietly. Coach ruffled my hair. “You’ll see, I don’t lie,” he gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my thigh. We reached home and dad was already in. We were greeted at the door with enthusiastic hugs and kisses. Coach and I took what items belonged in his new room and left what didn’t to be decided on later. No one had made dinner so it was decided that we should go out to eat, but we needed to get cleaned up first. Dad didn’t need a shower but after our toils, Coach and I did. We went to our separate rooms. I stripped and stepped into the bathroom. I reviewed my form in the mirror. With the workouts in the pool, I was seeing a very small difference but it was pleasing to see even this little. I stepped under the streaming warm water, I hated it hot, and watched as the liquid cascaded down my smooth body. I enjoyed the stream that came off the end of my penis that made it look like I was peeing. Rubbing my hands over my slicked skin I started to work in the soap. My belly got the first attention, I felt the muscles underneath the tanning skin dipping my fingers playfully into my belly button. The soapy water streamed down my penis with its foam. I moved up to my chest teasing my nipples and getting a small tingle that I felt all the way to my penis tip causing it to come alive. As if on its own my left hand moved to my groin as I worked the scented cleanser into my rampant member enjoying the sensations I was giving to myself. I wanted to delay the experience so I washed my hair and face. I reached behind myself into the cleft of my bottom as I let my slick fingers explore as they cleaned. I remembered the surprising feelings Coach caused as he used his thumb to unexpected pleasure. I wasn’t able to bring the sensations Coach did, but I got some. Finally cleaned all over, I brought my attention to my not so patient little man. I thoroughly overlathered my hands as I slowly at first and then more urgently brought myself to a very satisfying climax. I steadied myself against the wall as I let the warm water caress my young frame, enjoying the glow as it took away whatever soap was left. Catching my breath and heaving a cleansing sigh, I turned off the water and got out to dry. My penis was still semi erect as I took the fluffy towel and dried myself relishing the feel of the soft material on my sensitive bits. I loved these new feelings and those that opened these doors. I pulled up my soft clean white underwear, tucking myself in, careful of the semi erect status, pulled on a clean white t-shirt and stepped out of the steamy bathroom as I went to look for some clean clothes and get dressed. I was finding I liked looking at myself in underwear, and realizing that I liked to see others in them too. Having dressed I joined the others. “That was a long shower,” dad smiled. “I hope you enjoyed it.” I blushed my answer, they chuckled. We gathered and got in dad’s car as we went to eat. We chatted and giggled at their teasing about my bathroom experience.