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My father’s parents weren’t still with us. I barely ever knew them. I don’t think them and Dad were that close. The grandparents on my mother’s side were (and still are) alive and kicking however, and they live in the same city. Usually, when my dad went away, one or both of my grandparents would come over and babysit me, as if that was really necessary any longer! But, I suppose I liked getting meals prepared.

This time around my grandparent’s would, however, not be able to look after me during the week my dad would rediscover nature (as if it wasn’t discovered enough already?). They had already gone away on some golfing-trip-package-deal. I mean, they were in their 70s – why could they not just stay at home like other old-timers? Despite having suggested that I needed no babysitter, being as good as thirteen years old and all surely meant that I could manage a week on my own! Then again, my dad thought not. Besides, as he was kind enough to remind me of multiple times, some fresh air and less physical inactivity would do me some good. I felt like everything was being stacked against me.

School being out for the summer, I wanted to spend as much time as possible playing PC games with my friends. In all fairness, I never had a lot of friends, but I was fairly close to two other boys. Then again, I had recently been getting the feeling that they were starting to exclude me more and more, even though I had never figured out why. When we were not playing online games, League of Legends or World of Warcraft being what we spent most of our time on, we sometimes played Dungeons and Dragons and other really nerdy stuff.

As you may have guessed by now, we were not part of the popular ones at school – not that D&D and computer games by themselves necessarily indicate a lack of popularity, and screw that whole social status thing anyway. Nevertheless, we were outsiders. Which I suppose was fine by us. At least we were not being bullied, even though the jocks made their jibes every now and then. Sticks and stones. While they were doing sports, and acting fools around girls, we were doing e-sports and dreaming of chasing girls - and them wanting our affection. However, that was unlikely to happen, and although we did not exactly talk about it, I think we all knew that.

Me, Zachary and Jayden (those were my mates) were a diverse little gang as far as appearances go. Jayden was a tall and gangly boy. He was also the one lending some color to our group, being African-American. Zachary, called Zac by most everyone, was not quite as tall as Jayden, though he was considerably heavyset. As for me, I was the shortest and smallest of the bunch. I had hopes of getting taller once my growth spurt started. Perhaps worse for me, or at least equally bad as I felt it, was how skinny I was. Though Jayden kind of looked like a walking scarecrow due to his height, and had been called so by some assholes amongst our peers, I was in fact even thinner if one got a closer look. I had started wondering if their development, because they seemed to be growing at least, and talking of pubic hairs and the such, was a contributing factor to why I felt excluded.

With the feeling of them getting along better and better, and getting hints of them gaming, and going to the movies without me, etcetera, I felt that it was a real bummer having to go away. Partly because I would have to be in the outdoors – which I felt sucked big time – and partly because I would miss out on more things and my friends would possibly create an even tighter bond without me. It was not like I would be doing something cool, something they would want to know about.

So it was, that I was ultimately going away with my stupid dad to go stupidly camping with his stupid friends. Living in a bloody tent, and fishing for bloody fish and probably reluctantly pressured to chime in and attempt to sing some stupid camp songs at evenings while there would be nothing to do but to see the stupid trees stir in the bloody wind and look up at the dumb stars. Everything had been there forever, and would continue to be there after I had gone. I felt like there was nothing remarkable about nature; that was just a saying for stupid people who did not understand technology. Why could I not just be left on my own, to spend time as I wanted to!? Needless to say, I was in a sulky mood, and I made no effort to hide it as my dad drove us to pick up his friends before we headed to a state park.

My dad, approaching his 50s, would usually let me do as I pleased. He and Lee, one of his friends that we were about to link up with, owned a small construction business. By that time, I did not know what the other companion, Reginald, did, but as I found out later he was a strength and conditioning coach at a nearby community college. They had all went to high school together and had played football. They were a tight knit of comrades and had been so for ages. I could not help but to be a little jealous; as it seemed, I would have no such long-lasting friendship in my life.

I had already met Lee dozens of times, but Reginald I had only seen on a couple of occasions. Lee lived closest to us and thus we picked him up first. Last but not least, we picked Reginald up at his apartment complex. He was a big buy. African-American. As I learned during the coming days, he had a twenty-year-old daughter in college. He had been married twice, and twice divorced. Unlike Dad and Reggie, Lee had never tied the knot with anyone.

Upon arriving to our destination, we parked close to some other vehicles – a few cars and an RV – then took our valuables and all the gear and were on our way along a trail. I didn’t carry much, but nonetheless quickly got tired and the backpack felt very heavy, digging into my shoulders. There were a few people around. We met a man and a woman with backpacks similar to ours, and then an older couple who only appeared to be there to walk their dog.

When I was about ready to give up, back aching and legs being tired, we went over some low bushes and left the trail. The footpath that we now traversed was barely visible, and it took us further into the park. I asked how much longer it was until we were there. Evidently it was still some distance to cover. At least we took a break at that point – my dad seemingly noticing my fatigue.

Continuing on, I followed my dad and the others; them evidently knowing the way by heart as it seemed. Dad explained that they had been going there ever since their high school years. We trudged onwards. Onwards and upwards now. At times there was not even a path to follow. Finally, after having crested a hill, we soon came upon a spot next to a small lake. There was a very small clearing, surrounded by big pine and birch trees. A speck of land, next to the water, with grass and a large stump of a felled tree in the center.

While I mostly just dangled my sore feet in the water, they set up camp. At the entrance of each tent, me sharing one with Dad, and Reggie and Lee having their own, hung a mosquito-killing LED lantern. As it would turn out later, possibly due to favorable weather and/or winds, or a combination of both, or even failing populations of the blood-sucking insects, these lanterns barely had any mosquitoes to prey upon. That was at least one of the things that seemed to be going my way.

In the middle of our secluded encampment, a few yards from where land met with water, was the large tree stump. Its surface was smoothed, and it acted as our table. The many roots sprawling out around it made the ground somewhat uneven and treacherous to walk, but our portable camping chairs could manage well enough if proper care was taken to place their legs between these roots. In the middle of this immoveable table, Lee set up another mosquito killing device. “Can’t stand the little fuckers”, he said when I looked at it. Though it would barely get a chance to fulfill its secondary purpose, it was at least sufficient at its primary one; provide illumination.

After a Ready-to-Eat camping meal, of which I could barely get everything down – it tasted well enough mind you, I was just not a big eater – I went to bed early while Dad and his friends sat around talking. I was tired. The sleeping bag was quite comfortable when unzipped, but the tent was a little too hot. I didn’t want to sleep without my sleeping bag either since that made me feel vulnerable – as if an unzipped bag of polyester somehow provided magical protection against the terrors of the wild. Nevertheless, I quickly feel asleep.

The following day I slept late, and found that the others were up and about when I left the tent. We did some angling in the lake during the day. The only one who caught something of note was my father, who got a pike. It made for a good meal. Later in the afternoon, my dad, Lee and Reggie competed in archery. Lee had brought a bow and some arrows. I tried to partake – it did look like fun – but it took too much effort to pull the bowstring. I was disheartened but attempted my best to play it off. Like I wasn’t bothered anyways. Like I had better things to do, and better things on my mind.

When they were done, Lee – with my dad’s permission – let me throw an axe at the large tree that they had used for target earlier. After he had watched a few of my throws, my father walked off, saying: “Be careful. If you hurt yourself, we’re a long way from help”. When we were alone, Lee started giving me some tips on how to improve my stance for better balance and thus better accuracy. He had his hands on my butt and told me to “activate it” and to “squeeze it tight” when I threw the axe. Also, the throwing motion should apparently originate from my hips. I didn’t want to be weird about it, so I didn’t protest when he seemed rather handsy. Neither did I think much of it.

That evening, as we were eating from cans, with a little camp fire ablaze next to us, the others had started talking about someone they had known, not much older than them, that had died from a heart attack. That lead to a chat about working out and exercising. About taking care of oneself. Earlier on, during the day, the others had basically been wearing nothing but shorts. I had observed how Lee was tall and lean with toned musculature across his body. He made me wish for having something similar when I grew up. My dad, not quite as tall but not short either, maybe six foot and one or two inches, had a considerable gut though. To call him overweight did not really suffice. I would rather have been a little overweight myself; then I could stop eating so much and get more of a normal body instead of the skin-and-bone one many had taunted me over for my entire life. Reginald was a really big fellow though. About the same height as my dad, but larger. However, it wasn’t just fat. Sure, his belly was big, but so were his arms, legs and chest muscles. Sort of overweight, but with muscled in there too. He looked properly strong.

My dad was saying “Alright alright, so it’s a long time since I exercised… I just haven’t gotten around to do it”.

“Well, I keep inviting you to come along with me and do some crossfit”, Lee responded with a toned of mixed amusement and exasperation.

That got Reginald going “Pfft! CrossFit! More like CrossFail!”.

“Oh yeah that’s right, Mr. Big Guy over here just wanna do the same old movements at the gym and never mix in any real cardio”, Lee replied. “I think CrossFit is great; maximum effort during short intervals”.

“As long as you don’t start going over your workout of the day, and all those girl names you and your cult have for your workouts”, Reginald answered in good humor.

“Meh! Know what, you should come yourself to one of these girly workouts man, and bring Benjy along. And you’re invited too, of course, Caleb. There’s people of every age there”, Lee said. He also added: “And for the record, speaking of girly things, it is a good enough place to meet women. Single girls, single moms, even married ones!”, he winked at me. He had a fun way about how he said things. I couldn’t help but smile. “How long has it been since any one you got some?”, Lee concluded.

My dad squirmed a little and said “Not gonna talk about that in front of Caleb, man”.

“Meh, lame excuse… But alright, just admit that it’s been a while?”, Lee answered.

“Fair enough, it’s been a while”, Dad said, and then grudgingly he added: “And then some…”.

To me it would have been a luxury to even had had sex at all! I was increasingly curious about it and fantasizing about it. My mind always seemed to find a way to think of it when I saw pretty girls and sexy women. And there and then, thinking about the times I used to be thinking about sex, resulted in me getting a little boner. While Lee was saying: “See! About time you tagged along”, I tried to act normal and not look down to see if there was any indication of my stiffy.

“And how about you, Reggie?”, Lee asked.

“What about me?”, Reginald wondered.

“You’re not exactly drowning in pussy either, are you?”, Lee commented. My dad interjected at this point that Lee should watch his language. I, however, wanted to show that I was not the delicate little boy everyone always thought me to be. I was more or less thirteen, about to be a man – though I hardly looked the part. Therefore, I said “Dad, come on! I’m not a baby”. This made Dad shrug his shoulders and smile, while Reggie raised his beer in salute and Lee exclaimed: “That’s the spirit! Back to you, Regs. Need to use a lifeline? What’ll it be!? 50-50, phone a friend or ask the audience!?”. Lee gestured out towards the empty woods around us. His words echoing across the lake. Reginald, like the rest of us, could not help but to be amused by Lee’s antics. “Let’s just say I’m not celibate, okay?”, he answered.

The conversation on that subject quickly died out thereafter. With the sun having set about an hour ago, we all hit our sleeping pads. The next day, the third one without the comforts of modern day society, was as I had predicted this whole trip to be; achingly dull. I wanted to be at home, playing games online. I did not understand. My dad and his friends seemed perfectly at ease out here in the middle of nowhere. They barely did anything. They drank some beer, took naps in the sunlight, played some cards or Uno and jibber jabbered about old times and the such. We had not seen a single person since we got there. Anyone following the hiking trails would miss us by a mile I figured.

Early in the evening, me and Lee sat around our tree stump table and waited for my dad and Reginald to return with some firewood. “So, gotcha any nice girlfriend?”, Lee asked. I wasn’t really at ease with such questions. Even though I had a crush on several girls at school, it’s not as if they would consider me. Therefore, I just shook my head at Lee and said “No”.

“Really? A fine, young man like yourself”, said Lee. “Or boyfriend maybe? No one is judging any more these days, which is all for the better really”. I do not know what it was exactly, but I decided to share more than I usually did. Maybe it was the way Lee was, saying what was on his mind in a carefree way. I wanted to be more like that. While looking down, I consequently said “I’m too skinny to find a girlfriend”.

“And? Like that’s even a problem dude!”, Lee said. I looked up. What did he mean by that? Of course it was a bloody problem! At this point in time, Dad and Reginald were nearing. Reggie sat down in his chair as Dad arranged the firewood, and Lee continued “You know that being thin is considered attractive these days, right? Haven’t you seen all the models, female and male alike? Slim is sexy, man”.

Dad and Reggie both looked puzzled – having missed the conversation leading up to that reply from Lee – and I was not exactly happy about them probably going to want to be included in the discussion now. But, when they had been caught up quickly by Lee, while I blushed and wished he would have just shut the hell up, Reggie gave me a pat on the shoulder with his big hand and said that “everything will work itself out. Some work and dedication that’s all it takes… More food, and some strength training”. He also said that it would get easier when I hit my growth spurt. Dad offered similar encouragement and proclaimed that we could both start working out; him to slim down, and me to build myself up.

“You gonna stick to that, Benjy?”, Lee said with a twinkle in his eye. Dad, not rising to the skepticism, responded “Well, why the hell not. It’s about time that I start doing something again”. In response to Lee’s jibes, he added “Just been taking a little 25-year break and bulking up, ‘is all”. That got both Lee and Reginald cracking up with laughter.

I was feeling better. More optimistic. Oh, I was still highly dissatisfied with my current self, but I felt hope for the first time in a long time. Hope for change. I could transform myself, damned if I couldn’t! Though I had always pretended to never be bothered when getting teased about my unimpressive, skinny and short body, it had, in fact, always gotten to me. Like an open wound that would never close; constantly ready to be ripped open again when someone felt the need or urge to put me down. The stronger boys used to make a show of how I was not be tackled in sports since I was “about as weak as a kindergarten girl – and one ought to be nice to little girls”. I hated them all. They would see.

And as for my so-called friends, if they were going to keep freezing me out, then I would do the same to them. Screw them! Who needs false friends anyways? I would stop playing D&D and gaming on my computer. I could do this CrossFit thing with Lee, and maybe Reginald could show me a thing or two about lifting weights? At home, I would eat like a wolf. No more being a complete nerd, timidly eating small portions while sitting at his computer! Or, maybe I could just allow myself to game one hour or so every day, no more than that! Instead of being the scrawniest one, whom no one at school respected, I would instead become muscular! Like Lee and Reginald, but more like Lee since I did not want to be fat either.

The next day, my forth without the internet, we were at least about to do something. We were going hiking. Not exactly what I would call enjoyable, but it would be better than to sit around our isolated camp merely ‘enjoying’ nature. After a late breakfast, we brought water, some rations and our valuables, and went back towards the trail that people used for hiking in the area.

Along the route, Lee would, when he was behind me, touch or graze against my butt every now and then. The first couple of times I acted as if I had felt nothing, but when there could be no mistaking it, I turned around. He just smiled at me and asked “Everything good?”. In fear of appearing to be strange myself if I called him out on it, I said nothing. He could have just lost his footing and stumbled into me a few times. He had been kind to me thus far, and he was generally funny – the funniest of us there for sure. So, I just continued walking again to catch up with the other two.

After about an hour or so, we passed a low cliff overlooking a narrow but rapidly flowing river. A couple of hundred yards further there was a rest stop where we decided to take a break. Lee said that he wanted to go back to the cliff and take some photos with his new camera. He asked if I wanted to “tag along”, and maybe I could “offer tech-support if he had need for it – me, as a millennial, presumably being more tech-savvy than him”.

When we reached the cliff, we took some pictures each. It was easily done. Lee then told me to stand there, looking out over the sparkling water while he backed up and snapped some more shots. After he had done that, he encouraged me to moon to the camera. Unsure, I looked around. No one in sight at least. He asked if I was about to be a chicken… Did I dare do it? Well, why not? I pulled down my shorts and wiggled my ass, still in my underwear at least.

“Hah! That’s the stuff right there! Show mother nature”, Lee said. “Psst! Hey.. hey”, he got my attention, “do a proper moon why don’t cha?”. With his hand he motioned that I should pull down my white trunks as well. I shook my head. No way, I thought. “Just for fun”, he said. My stupid so-called friends would probably not accept a dare to moon properly – but no one was asking them, were they? Lee was asking me… The old me, from a few days ago would not have dared – but this was the new me; the one that would give up on shitty friends and go my own way. Therefore, I forced myself to stop hesitating, since that was what my old, boring self would have done, and just pulled down my underwear and displayed my naked butt for the camera.

Lee soon had me walking backwards towards the camera as best I could with my shorts and trunks pulled down. When I could sense that I was getting near him, he approached me and spun me around before I could react or do anything - or cover anything up for that matter. He had leaned down, and grabbed my naked posterior, and whispered to me “You’re awesome, everyone else are probably just jelly. Skinny is sexy. Remember that”.

I was taken aback, but what he said did undeniably please me. It bolstered my non-existent self-confidence. That he had been feeling my exposed behind while saying it was odd. It made me both nervous and excited. Before I could think of anything to do but stand there and feel my face grow red, he had patted me on my naked ass and suggested that we ought to join the others again.

After that respite, we headed back. Late in the afternoon and back at the camp, with an overcast sky, we started playing poker. I had been taking part once earlier when they played and had quickly understood the rules of Texas hold’em. With Reginald having the most poker chips in his stack, Lee was at least the leader in making jests. He had started talking about how nice it would be if some willing hitchhiker girls strolled into our camp, all in heat for some good lovin’. “Yeah, that’s seems oh so likely – them finding this spot first of all, and then being sex-starved nymphomaniacs”, Reginald snorted while Dad smiled and shuffled the cards.

“We could put up a sign at the trail saying four handsome and willing bachelors this way, and then add an arrow”, Lee was musing, “and since the footpath is gone in places, we could tell them to shoot up a flare if finding themselves lost and we’d simply come meet them”.

“A flare? Really?”, Dad said, “you would possible have whatever people there are scattered in this area of the park coming – looking to see if someone were in actual need of aid. Not that there would be that many though”.

“You’re right, of course”, Lee said, “so maybe we should send up a flare ourselves right now!? See what shows up?”. Nodding towards my father, Lee added “I can let you or Reggie have dibs on the prettiest ones… or, maybe we should let Caleb have first pick?”, he winked at me, “out in the woods is as good a place as any to lose your virginity, buddy”. I blushed.

“You have quite a vivid imagination”, Dad said, while Reginald drank some more beer and Lee chuckled and sipped on his whiskey – he had earlier stated that he believed a little hard liquor to be better than beer if one wanted to stay in better shape.

We continued playing poker. Lee was not yet done with his line of thinking, however. “I suppose we would have to keep a closer look on Caleb if we did send up a flash”.

“And why is that then?”, dad asked almost tiredly.

“Well,” Lee said, leaning towards me and speaking in an imitation of a spooky voice, “there’s a lot of people that like a pretty, young thing like you”.

“Oh, come on, lay off with the twisted jokes, Lee”, Dad replied.

“Oh well, ‘scuse me Mr. Sensitive”, Lee said, “since when have you been so touchy-feely? What’s a bit joking around amongst friends?”.

“Man, he’s my son. Could you just dial your… lovely personality down a notch or two”, Dad responded with a feigned sigh.

“Your wish is my command, my liege”, Lee said with a flurry of his hand and leaned forward.

I had not been bothered, of course. I found myself lost in thought about whether or not Lee was actually right, though I didn’t want to risk making a fool of myself and ask them. But if he were, would that mean that I would have a good chance of scoring with some MILF, provided that she was one of those people who liked younger boys? And where would I go about finding such a woman? I wanted to have my computer there, with functioning wifi thank you very much, so I could at least attempt to find out more. Searching for MILFs would probably mostly end up with me hitting pornsites though - not that that was in itself a problem necessarily.

“Remember our old P.E. teacher?”, Reginald was saying, “people were always gossiping about how he was creepy and too handsy with them. Both boys and girls. Never touched me though”.

“Well that’s probably because you always were a big kid – a big, black kid”, Dad said, “he never messed with me either, but I heard complaints. Wonder if someone in our class ever did… something with the old geezer?”.

“Now you’re the one putting nasty pictures in my head! Argh!”, Lee exclaimed, “get ‘em out!”.

“Jokes aside though”, Lee continued, “you guys have seen the articles about some of those good-looking female teachers who slept with their students and were sent to jail for it, right?”. All said yes in varying ways, even I since I knew what he was talking about. “I bet those boys are upset about that! Getting a dream come true and then have it all end because it wasn’t allowed”, Lee said, and looking at me he added, “You know… if this was Japan, you could soon have sex with anyone you wanted”.

Dad, a look of vexation on his face, said “Whatcha talking ‘bout now?”. In defense, Lee answered, “Merely stating what I know to be true – thirteen is the legal age in Japan, assuming it is with consent of course.”

“If you say so”, my dad said, amused more so than annoyed now.

“In Brazil it’s fourteen. In the Nordic countries it’s fifteen”, Lee added.

“Aaaand in our state it’s sixteen - if I’m not mistaken. You gonna try and rally support for changing it and march off to Washington?”, Reginald wondered.

“You’d only embarrass yourself as a perv if you did that”, Dad said.

“Hold your horses, gentlemen! Was just sayin’… Figured that with the delicate sensitivities of yous twos it could be considered pertinent information. And for Caleb it might be relevant for him to know that Japan is the place to be!”.

“Hah, pertinent!? Really? Lee the wordsmith!”, Dad taunted while he and Reggie laughed.

“What!? I can’t be reading books now and then and be all articulate and shit?”, Lee responded, acting upset. “You gonna police my jokes as well as my speech!? Geez, tough crowd”.

That round of poker, I had been the big blind and had gotten an awful hand - which I had quickly folded. When it was my turn to deal, Lee said, “In a little bit more earnestness, I dunno why ya’ll gotta be uptight at all, it’s just us dudes around. And who is really to say that our laws are the most reasonable? Like, Caleb, don’t you feel old enough to decide for yourself?”

“Sure”, I replied. He had a valid point. I ought to be able to decide for myself if some MILF came around, wanting me. No matter how unlikely that seemed, it that made perfectly good sense to me.

“Now, now, enough with the stern looks, Benjy. Imagine being a blossoming youngster, like your boy here, and some hottie, albeit with some miles on her, wanted to shag you but she wouldn’t dare because of some law – and thus you would miss out on something amazing”, Lee said. He was making so much sense that I verbally concurred once again, while Reginald shrugged his huge shoulders and Dad absently nodded, looking lost in thought.

Around sunset, it had started raining and everyone had withdrawn for the night. The rain was smattering hard on the slanted roof of our tent. “You weren’t bothered by Lee joking around, were you?”, Dad asked. “I’ll tell him to stop otherwise – but that’s not necessary, is it? To him it’s all in good humor”. I told him that it was indeed fine and that I wasn’t some little kid any more, and I meant it.

Dad had moved closer, and he was stroking my back with a hand that he had stretched in beneath my unzipped sleeping bag. “Yeah, if you don’t like something, I’m sure you can say so on your own”. His breath smelled noticeably of beer. “Proud of you”, he said, hand sliding over my butt when he said it. “Dad!?”, I asked. He stirred. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about something else… from work”, he said flustered and retreated to his side of the tent.

I did not fall asleep right away after that. How could I? It had been weird, had it not? Then again, maybe it was just me and my dad getting closer during these days – we usually did not interact that much at home, me basically sitting at my computer in my room while he watched sports on the television. No need for me to overreact, I had seen guys slap each other on the butt when scoring goals and making touchdowns and all of that in sports. No biggie really. The melody of raindrops on the canvas was highly soothing, and deep sleep eventually found me.

On the fifth day away from home, I still longed for going online, but not as much as I had before. The sun was out again, as it had been almost all week. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I usually preferred to keep my skinny legs hidden in jeans or trousers, but it was too warm for that. On my head, I had a dorky sun hat that Dad had insisted that I wear when the sun was at its brightest.

Dad and Reginald were playing chess. Lee wanted to exercise and challenged me to do pushups and squats. He was giving me praise, saying that I seemed surprisingly strong. I figured he was exaggerating in order to be nice, at least a little bit, but it felt good nonetheless. I wanted to be strong. He encouraged me to keep thinking about having proper form when doing the exercises and used his hands to remind me.

I wanted to hear more about having powerful legs and strong gluteus maximus, so I pressed my behind against his hands when he had them there. “Very good form now”, Lee said with an air of approval. Dad was watching us, and I felt a little self-conscious when he had his eyes on us, but he never said anything.

Me and Lee inevitably worked up a sweat in the blazing sun and therefore took a swim in the lake’s water to cool off. Everything was not normal though. Under the surface, he was touching me, here and there. I knew that it was highly unusual the way Lee was laying his hands on me, the way they lingered in certain places, but I could not help but like it. I enjoyed the attention he gave me, and the whispered compliments he had for my body – which I indeed hated normally - but he seemed to find nothing wrong with. He was cooler than anyone else I knew, and his words and hands were having an appeasing influence on me. Maybe I wasn’t all that unattractive after all?

“You haven’t drowned yet, have you?”, my dad asked as he approached the water.

“Nah, not yet”, Lee answered.

“H-hop in D-dad”, I urged, perhaps too eager to act normal. In fact, both Dad and Reginald hopped in.

Lee made a joke about how bold it was for Reggie to face the perils of the dangerous water.

“Hey asshole, just ‘cause I’m black that don’t mean I can’t swim”, Reginald responded.

“Would never dream of implying that”, Lee said amused. “I’m sure your 300-plus pound body is nicely buoyant”.

“295 actually, so I’d be careful if I was a lightweight like you”, Reginald threatened in good fun.

“Hey, I’m more of a middleweight, at least according to UFC-standards. Around 185”, Lee said.

Their banter about weight bothered me. I did not want anyone asking me what the scale showed when I stepped on it. I tried to make myself scarce – as much as that could be done without exiting the water. Lee and Dad had started discussing how they’d first aim to get him (my father) down to a light heavyweight from the about 250 pounds he was now, to a middleweight himself eventually.

Ultimately, perhaps inevitably, it was my dad who asked what I had weighed the last time I checked. Glumly, cursing myself for not getting out of the lake before he, or the other two, had a chance to ask, I responded “63”. There was no hiding my embarrassment about that low figure. I should be much bigger than that. If only it had been kilograms, and not pounds. That number haunted me, and now all these men knew it. I could have lied but what was the point? The others must have noticed the change in my mood, and seemed to understand the reason for it. “No worries”, Reginald said, “you’ll pack on pounds in no time if you want to”. Dad and Lee offered similar reassurances. “Easily remedied”, Dad said. “It can only go up”, Lee declared. They made me feel a little bit better again. I had heard it said that I order to change, one needed to hit rock bottom. Maybe this was my rock bottom; admitting how puny I was and that I desperately needed to change my habits? At least I had been brave enough to tell them my real number. The old me would not have done that.

When the sun was setting, we played Uno. I was offered some beer from my dad. The others saluted me, saying it was a big step being offered one’s first beer. However, I did not particularly like it at first, but lied and said that it was “alright”, when asked. Judging by their amusement, they could probably see that I was not enjoying it especially. Nevertheless, I was determined to finish my can and kept drinking from it piecemeal.

The need to pee was suddenly pressing, and as I excused myself, Lee tagged along saying he also had to “drain the dragon”. When we were behind the bushes that had been the designated spot to urinate – with a nearby latrine dug and a felled tree there to sit upon when going number two - I went a few extra paces into the woods since I did not think I could relieve myself in his presence. Upon being done and headed back the same way, Lee had right about finished when I happened upon him with his shorts pulled down, shaking his dick around.

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was… mesmerizingly big. I could not stop looking at it. I wondered if mine, which reached slightly more than a couple of inches when erect, would ever get that big in the future. That was when it dawned on me that Lee was semi-erect and evidently getting harder by the second. “You… uhm, wanna touch it?”, he whispered. I realized that I had been caught staring and blushed profusely. But I did want to feel it. As I stopped shaking my head and instead nodded, he moved closer, ushering me back towards and in amongst the trees again, even more out of sight than before.

Nervous, but fascinated, I hesitantly started touching his long, hard limb. His mumbles, sighs and worded approval of what I was doing urged me on, emboldening me. He leaned back against a large tree trunk and showed with his own hands how he wanted me to tug away on his piece – and I did, captivated by both look and feel.

“Hellooo? Where you guys at?”, my dad could be heard calling from nearby. “Shit! Shit!”, Lee cursed quietly. The trance I had been in ended abruptly. As Lee fumbled to tuck away his big thing inside of his clothes, I felt my mind panicking! That was not something I was supposed to have been doing! What if Dad found out? What would he say? What would he think of me?

“O-over here!”, Lee spurted out. “Shhh, say nothing, aight?”, he whispered to me, index finger on his mouth. I nodded in full agreement, of course.

“What’s going on?”, Dad said when he found us. ´

“Your boy here thought he saw a deer when peeing!”, Lee said.

“A deer?”, my dad asked perplexed. “Seems weird it would have gotten this close to camp”. “Maybe it was an extraordinarily curious one?”, Lee suggested. “Oh well, I’m done taking a wizz – best go see that Reggie isn’t looking at my cards”.

Seemed to me that Dad could notice that something was a little off. Perhaps from my crimson face in the dying light of the day, or from the feel of a general tension in the air – I sure as hell felt like there was. I did not want to look at Dad, and therefore perhaps appeared unusually dodgy, but I feared that if I did, then he would possibly deduce that something peculiar had happened. I was quite sure that I had a terrible poker face. As I stumbled off after Lee back to the tree stump table, Dad indeed gave me a strange look but thankfully said nothing more.

Uno was more my game than poker, and I won a few times. More than anyone else, as a matter of fact. That I had finished the can of beer made me even more content. When we ultimately got in the tent, me and my dad, I had at first been afraid that he would ask something. Did he suspect anything? As minutes passed in silence, I felt an increasing amount of relief.

Before I had fallen asleep, I could sense Dad stirring nearby. Moments after, I felt him enter underneath my sleeping bag. It was much too warm to have it zipped up and therefore I used it more like a blanket. He started talking in a low voice, about this and that, and was soon embracing me from behind. It was weird.

“D-dad, what are you doing?”, I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. “Shhh, there there. Just relaxing with you for a bit. It’s just you and me, you know – and we take care of each other, don’t we?”, he answered, still hushing at me.

I didn’t know what to respond and was unaccustomed with this level of intimacy with my dad, but at least I managed to answer “O-okay”. What soon made it even weirder was that he touched my thing on the outside of my underwear and shortly after that I felt something hard press against my buttocks. I almost gasped. It was Dad’s boner. Dad had a boner and was pushing it against my ass! “Dad??? What… you doing?”, I asked, scared and nervous.

Exhaling on my neck, he mumbled “relax… relax…”. That did not exactly mollify me whatsoever, but as the seconds went on, I remained unmoving in silence. In a sudden urge of anger at myself for thinking that I didn’t dare tell him to stop, I did just that. “Dad… no, NO Daddy… Daddy no… you shouldn’t… we can’t do this”. He, however, did not listen. Squirming around, I tried to get away. It was futile. I hated being this pathetically weak but stopped struggling nonetheless since I was, among the plethora of feelings and emotions that I experienced, embarrassed by how unable I was to nudge my dad away.

“Been watching… you… these past days… so… so fine”, he whispered. “Saw you flaunt… your ass to Lee, with his camera”. My mind was racing.

“He… he dared me to moon for him”, I replied meekly even though I tried to sound confident.

In continued silence, I was getting manhandled by my father. I felt betrayed, he should NOT be doing what he was doing. On the other hand, it did feel good – in a totally-wrong-sort-of-way. I wanted to get away, and then again I wanted it to continue. Was Dad’s dick as big as Lees? What the fuck was wrong with me!? Why would I even think about what Dad had down there? Yet, it was pressing against me, so why wouldn’t I think about it? Should I try to feel it? Erm, nah. No way, José! With Lee it had been out in the open and he had asked me if I wanted to. Dad was not asking me. Best do nothing.

Dad had started to move around more, poking me here and there. Not gonna lie, I kind of liked the feeling, especially as he had been touching the erection I had gotten. It felt natural to start moving my bottom against him, but maybe that was not what he had hoped for because all of sudden he excused himself and quickly left the tent saying he “had to pee again”. It took a couple of minutes before he returned, and he seemed to fall asleep shortly afterwards. For me, it took a while longer.

The last day of our journey into nature started much like the others. Everyone slept as long as they wanted and ate breakfast when they wanted. I was seriously embarrassed around my dad, though he certainly managed to act normal – as if nothing had happened. The others wanted to crown a final winner among them in archery, and I worked out during that time – doing pushups and squats. I would not be a puny, skinny little kid for much longer! I would get strong and show everyone at school not to mess with me and maybe, just maybe, my dick would one day be as big as the one Lee had shown me.

After a late lunch together, Reginald decided to take a nap in his tent. Meanwhile, Dad had decided that there would be no more postponing of workouts for his part either and therefore he and Lee started doing pushups, lunges, squats and crunches. I was already a bit tired from having exercised on my own, but they invited me to join and I figured that the more I worked out, the more buff I would become. Dad was in nowhere near as good a shape as Lee, and he was sweating profusely. To withstand the heat better, he removed all but his underwear.

Lee suggested some corrections in how I was doing squats and like the other day, he got really close behind me and followed my movements while pressing against me. He advised that I might have a more “free range of motion” if I removed my shorts like dad, who had just been watching us from the side. Figuring Lee knew what he was talking about, I pulled them down and stepped out of them. Repeating the movements, I felt that he had been right; it was easier going up and down, and it was more comfortable in the warmth of that day.

“Maybe you wanna spot your boy?”, Lee asked my dad. “Well, why not”, he replied. Different from when Lee had been standing behind me, I now felt Dad’s more voluminous gut against my back, and if Lee brushed up against me every now and then, Dad was almost constantly touching my behind. He did not follow me when I moved down towards the grass, which I could understand since I was so much shorter than he. But he did keep his hands on my backside, and when I moved up I could swear I was sometimes pushing against his groin.

I blushed considerably when I realized he was hard – once again. Realizing this was not normal, I also knew that I was curious. What was really happening? Looking at Lee standing to the side, watching intently, it was not difficult to make out his dick, that I had seen the night before, stretching against the fabric of his boxers, upwards and to the side. When had he stripped down to those?

“That looks about right”, Lee said, “mind if I cut in, Benjy?”.

“Erm, sure, why not”, Dad responded. While they switched places, I caught my breath a little and then started moving up and down again. My thin legs were burning. I tried to keep my knees from going any more forward than my toes and also focused on not allowing my legs to bend inwards, as instructed. Lee was so much taller than me that he had placed himself on his knees, and when I was at the lowest point of my squat I could feel him pressing me backward onto his boner.

“Looks good, right?”, Lee asked. “For sure”, Dad said. I believed I had a pretty good grasp of this compound movement now. As for the other things that were happening and the attention I was getting from them both, I was not quite sure what to make of it. Oh, I knew that it was sexual and that this was not supposed to be happening. I was not so simple-minded that I didn’t understand that. Two men with hard-ons were touching me, and one of them was my father; the other his friend. But I was erect as well – Lee had been touching my private area – even though it was not as visible.

When I expressed my inevitable fatigue, we switched to pushups to work the upper body. Lee had suggested a friendly competition: We both stood on hands and toes, with me underneath him. I could feel his boner press against me – sometimes more forcefully, sometimes only slightly, as we did our pushups. He was able to do more pushups than me. After I was too tired, I sprawled out against the grass while he kept going. It was apparent that he was grinding himself against me for every repetition.

I had expelled the notion of asking them to stop. Besides, only a minor part of me wanted that, and it was the part of me that was ashamed of my scrawny body, the part that wanted to hide away from the world in my room and only play computer games and wish I popular. Now I was doing something that maybe no one else in my class had been doing – adult things with adult people. Or, maybe a few had in secret – as much of a secret as this was going to be. No way that I would tell anyone that I had felt Dad’s boner against me, or that I had gone so far as to actually touch his friend’s anaconda out in the open.

Dad traded places with his buddy, saying that “since he was not as fit, maybe it would make for a fairer competition”. This time I was pressed to the ground a few times even before I was too tired to go on any longer, and felt Dad forcibly grind against me before he stopped and let us both do more repetitions.

With Reginald still slumbering out of sight, the three of us ended the workout and went into the water. Sunlight reflected on the calm surface, only minor ripples from the wind traveling across the small lake. We started playing around. Among other things, we competed in who could hold his breath the longest (which was Lee). They took turns carrying me on their shoulders. My white trunks were, of course, soaked through and at first, I felt very aware of how my thing could be seen rather visibly. But they did not seem to care, which made me regard it as a non-issue.

Then, they attempted to balance me on their hands, holding me above water. Not a few times during our playing around had both Dad and Lee put my hands on their boners and also grabbed my ass and squeezed it. “Skinny-dip?”, Dad asked both me and Lee with a warm smile. Being in unusually good spirits, I said “Mkay!”, and Lee answered, “Good idea”. Following Dad’s example, we bundled up our underwear and threw them up onto the grass.

Not long afterwards, Dad and Lee were swimming close to me. Their hard things had been nudging and prodding against me under the water. At Dad’s encouragement, I soon found myself clutching onto and feeling his cock beneath the surface. It felt… Nice. It was very hard, and so much bigger than mine. “Y-you like it?”, Dad struggled to ask. “Mhm”, I replied, not bothering to hide my fascination.

In order to give me footing, Dad ushered me closer to land. When I could stand with my head above the water, Dad’s dick had broken the surface and was in full display. Lee had not been late to follow us. “And what about this one?”, he asked as he was near. I found myself comparing not only the look but the feel of both of them with my hands. My dad’s dick was not as impressively long as Lee’s, but he had just as many veins and it felt equally sturdy – if that was something you could call it without sounding stupid. Since I was his son, would that imply that I could get equally big downstairs when I was older? I hoped so.

Dad reached down and reciprocated by starting to jack me off under the water. “What have we here?”, he asked. Lee also wanted to have a feel and offered similar compliments. They had a pretend-argument of who was going to get the honor of handling my “awesome willy”. This must be one of those circle-jerks I had heard others joke about, I thought to myself amused.

My dad suggested that we should take the party even further away from the “napping big fellow”, unless we wanted him to come out of, and walk around, his tent only to stumble upon us having fun without him. Dad fetched our underwear, and then we swam in near silence a bit further away. Dad held my hand as he led me up from the water beyond the point where he had seen me and Lee the night before, and precariously we found our footing on the slippery stones where the forest met with the lake.

As we walked no more than a couple of yards in amongst the trees, my eyes darted from my dad’s swaying dick to Lee’s. They really were in another league than mine. When we stopped, I did not even need encouragement to start touching them again – it just felt like what ought to be done. I tried to gauge the strength of their tools as best I could, and they surely seemed to like it. Their moans where interlaced with keen words of approval.

“Maybe you should… try kissing Daddy’s… unit”, Lee said. I nodded. I could give it a try. Letting go of Lee’s shaft, I placed both hand on my dad’s rod and proceeded to put my lips on it, and then – with Dad’s eager approval - wrap them around his bell-end. It did not taste of anything really. I was not an easy task at all to fit my mouth over it. Dad winced once and told me to mind my teeth. It was more difficult than I had first imagined. Feeling like my jaw would unhinge and my lips could not be parted any more, I gave up on trying to take much of it in my mouth. Dad became even more vocally approving when I settled for sliding my lips back and forth over as much of his tip as I could safely handle.

Several things then happened at once; Dad grabbed his dick with one hand, and the back of my head with the other; he started twitching and groaning, and though I understood what was happening his sperm still took me by surprise when it shot into my still dick-kissing-mouth. There was a lot of jizz. I did not try to swallow it, but instead let it flow out of my mouth, along my chin and downwards. It tasted… a little sour, but the texture was way worse. Thick and gooey, almost like mayonnaise.

Dad slumped down against a tree. My task was not done however; Lee was no longer standing but instead sat on his knees in front of me. He obviously expected the same attention as Dad, and he would get it. Dad had liked my blowjob, and I wanted Lee to do the same. I went to work on his even bigger thing.

The best way seemed obvious to me; just focus on the tip, any more would be too much and I would hit my teeth against him which would bring pain instead of the enjoyment he was now obviously experiencing from the sound of it. When maybe a minute or two had passed of me standing on all fours, doing my best to suck away on that captivating organ that Lee had between his legs, Daddy surprised me by starting to caress my posterior.

Not needing to look back, I could feel that he had both hands on my hips, not that I had any though, and was playing around with his dick in my “sexy ass”, as he called it. That made me feel even naughtier, if that was possible. My dad was hard again, and it was because of me, because of how he liked the way I looked. It was not normal – nothing about this was - but it gladdened and electrified me nonetheless.

Pleasure followed as Dad had started jerking me off. I had lost some of my focus on Lee, but he did not seem to have minded. If anything, he seemed even more worked up. With a force equaling that of my daddy a few minutes before, he too shot his load into and around my mouth. His semen tasted better on the tongue - it was… sweeter than my dad’s. Not that I said such silly things out loud.

Lee laid down on his back, breathing deeply. Dad had stopped moving his dick about in my behind, though it was still parked there. Instead, he seemed fully focused on giving me a handjob. I stayed on my knees, but leaned down on my elbows instead of my hands, resting my forehead on the ground. This… This was all so… so lewd and, for the lack of a better word, naughty. It felt so good. So what if it was my father? Sure, that made it even more wrong – even dirtier. But was that necessarily a bad thing? Point was that I felt safe, and that I felt such satisfaction! Thrusting back and forth into his hand, I ejaculated. My load was nowhere near as impressive as the men’s, but I had at least been able to shoot out seed of my own. The first time I had done that was some months ago when looking at porn and playing with myself in my room. The experience right now had been much, much more intense though.

It took some moments for us to gather our composure, naked there in the woods. As we made our way back into the lake, I liked that they were still interested in me. Touching me and caressing my body. They were somewhere between sporting wood and being flaccid. There was nothing flaccid about me though; my little soldier was pointing towards to sun. As we swam back, Lee whispered, “best not talk about this in front of Regs just yet”. I nodded, he would certainly think it weird. “Best not mention it to anyone, right Caleb?”, Dad said, “Me and Lee could get in a lot of trouble over something like that”. I knew that that was true, and of course I would not mention it, ever, to anyone, which I told him. I could not have people knowing what had just happened! What I had just done.

Reggie was still dozing off in his tent when we came back, having put our wet underwear on and hurriedly gotten more properly dressed. For dinner, we yet again had canned food – which I was bored of and therefore ate sparingly. This stood in contrast to my devotion of changing lifestyle and bulking up, but every other meal I ever ate henceforth, I promised myself, would be substantial.

With the sun coming ever lower on the sky, they let me choose between Texas hold’em poker or Uno. I picked the latter since I considered myself comparatively better at it and it was more high paced as well as more fun. Dad had proclaimed that since it was the last night of my first real camping trip, I could have as much booze as I wanted. Although I did not particularly like the taste, I wanted to be manly and therefore kept sipping away.

Dad suggested that we should up the stakes by playing strip-Uno; the winner would get to choose who would lose an item of clothing, therefore making winning more important if one wanted to “protect delicate areas against mosquitoes”. He was joking around when he said that, since we had no trouble with mosquitoes – those very few that were around were drawn to and terminated by our lanterns. But his suggestion had been for real, and though Reggie did not appear to see the fun nor the point of it, he was quickly bullied into it by Dad and Lee. It had not helped that I followed the peer pressure and thus was on their side, making it three against one.

To make the game even, we all started with the same amount of clothing: Baseball caps, socks, underwear, shorts, t-shirts. Every now and then I won a round, and to get back at Dad and Lee – who had been choosing that I strip – I picked either of them whenever I got to decide. I was the first one who only had underwear as a singular item left on me. By then the sun had set and the light was disappearing, replaced by darkness that was creeping in around us and the few lights of our camp. At this point I also seemed to have grown numb to the taste of beer; it no longer bothered me as much. Additionally, I had been drinking coke that Lee had “flavored”, as he called it, with “some real drink”.

When Reginald had lost nothing but his hat and socks, my dad and Lee were tied in second place with underwear and t-shirts still on. Dad had won the most recent round, however, and it was his turn to choose. “Sorry son, we’ve been teaming up on you a little… but that’s because it’s always best to knock out the best player first – if you wanna win”, he said, “that being said, I pick you again… but you can keep your boxers on and instead lose your chair. That’s fair right?”. Without waiting for an answer, and seemingly without expecting one, he added “And I elect that Lee has to make room for you to sit with him”.

I took no offense. In fact, I saw it as a sign of respect that they thought I might have won in the end and therefore eliminated me first. I wasn’t usually considered the MVP at anything. Since that was what had just happened, I was out of the game though, right? That did vex me somewhat. I asked if that was the case, but thankfully Dad argued that I could keep partaking in the game if I wanted.

As I lifted away my lightweight, foldable chair, Lee said, “Yeah! Shake that fine ass on over here” and tapped his lap.

“Maybe… maybe it’s time for Caleb to hit the sack?”, Reggie wondered.

“I don’t wanna go to bed”, I interjected, sitting down with Lee.

“See, no need to be a killjoy”, Lee said, looking at Reggie. Dad said nothing.

The game continued. I had already peed once, but now I really needed to go again. The need was so dire that I forgot to say “Uno”, when I had only one card left, and therefore I had to pick up two penalty cards. That resulted in Reginald, who didn’t seem in as good of a mood as the rest of us, winning the round instead, and dad ended up sitting in only his trunks. It became a collective break where we all went our own way and took a wizz.

Back at the tree stump, I had to wait until Lee returned so I could hop up in his lap. When I eventually did, he pulled me back closer to his warmth. He ended up winning that round, and I was actually thankful that he picked me to lose my last piece of garment; my head was dizzy and it had become difficult for me to follow the game properly, and so I was thankful to be out of contention for good. With no chair of my own, and no clothes, I could be a spectator and see who finally won.

At first, I was a little embarrassed about being naked. Naked and in Lee’s lap. Therefore, I covered up my boyhood. On several occasions though, I found myself not protecting my downstairs region. Instead, my arms were at my sides or holding a drink. At these brief moments of clarity, I quickly shielded my nakedness and felt ashamed.

Gradually though, I stopped bothering. Lee had moved my hands out of the way a few times, me meekly letting him without protesting, and only good words flowed silently from his lips into my ears. I felt sort of carefree. Dad and Lee had already seen me naked and we had… done stuff. Besides, I wasn’t about to be a sore loser. Nobody liked a sore loser.

Although, I was a little bothered to have Reginald sitting opposite and seeing me nude in Lee’s lap. Upon me first getting fully nude, Reggie had said, “Maybe that’s enough?”, and when Dad just shrugged, he had added, “it’s getting late, perhaps the lad should retire into your tent for the night? Huh?”. Again, Dad had just shrugged his shoulders and said that it was up to me. I elected to stay. What fun would there be trying to fall asleep in the tent?

There was no hiding that I was getting excited again, not from myself or anyone else. Especially since Lee was moving me back and forth in his lap so that my butt and lower back kept hitting his erection, which must have been struggling to be contained inside his underwear. This affection from Lee had indeed gotten me going. I was stiff myself, and even though there was not much light, they could most certainly see it, if only faintly, in the glow from the lamp on the tree stump. Looking at Dad, I noticed that he was hard inside his underwear. There was no hiding that. I could also see Reginald shuffle about with a hand inside his shorts before the hand emerged again. “Are we… you sure this is… alright?”, Reggie stutteringly asked my dad.

“What happens here, stays here... No harm, no foul”, Dad answered, still looking at me and Lee.

The next round of Uno, Dad won. “I nominate that you lose your shorts, Regs, and Caleb gets to sit in your lap”, he said. That made me a little hesitant. Reggie did not seem to be enjoying himself like us others were. Did he not like me? Maybe Dad and Lee were the only ones who did. Maybe it was because I was white and he was black?

“Nah, I don’t know”, Reggie said, “he can… he can have his own damn chair back”.

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me a nice and tight little ass don’t get you goin’?”, Lee said as if frustrated, and moved a hand down to my ass. I craned my head backwards, and he winked at me.

“When it’s more… age appropriate maybe… on a girl!”, Reggie spurted out.

“A nice young ass is a nice young ass”, Lee responded hands raised, “and age appropriate? So… you’ve never thought about going for some teenage hottie?”

“Maybe a few times”, Reggie admitted.

“Come on… You’ve wanted a little black-on-young-white, right?”, Lee wondered.

“Not like this… not like this”, Reginald said as if in a prayer.

I had been standing up, naked as I was, about to go over to Reginald but remained un-moving in hesitation since he did not seem to want me there. I had started to feel uncomfortable, and moved to sit back down with Lee again – where I knew I was wanted.

Before I had sat down, Reggie asked my dad if he was “truly good with all this?”.

“Oh! for fucks sakes”, Dad said, “Caley… come to me if Reggie doesn’t dare it”. With a smooth motion my dad pulled down his underwear – without anyone even having won a round and asked him to undress – and therefore he was as naked me when I sat down with him. His thing was pointing upward, almost angrily towards the darkened sky. As I sat on his thighs, my back sometimes graced against, well you-know-what.

Dad quickly became bolder than Lee had been. He was running his hands all over me, spreading my legs apart and touching me downstairs a few times. He called me gorgeous. Lee held us in his gaze and called me sexy. Reggie said nothing, but I could feel his eyes on us. Observing. Judging? Dad raised my arms up, and I clasped them behind his head. I felt even more exposed like that, but I did not mind. I did, however, not really appreciate it when he ran his hands over my flat belly and then my ribs – which were more visible when I had been sitting like that, arms raised and torso bent backwards. In response, I took my arms down, to sort of cover up this display of my unnormal slenderness. My mind was sluggish, so it took me a few moments to realize that being naked sort of put me on full view anyways and I should just keep enjoying this feeling of importance and the empowering proofs of lust towards me.

Snapping me out of my own thoughts, was Dad’s whispe